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Anielle's poison

Author: Sovereign
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-14 22:22:47

Silvia – POV

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The afternoon light filtered through the lace curtains like spilled cream, soft and deceptive. We were seated, two women in gold and ivory, sipping chilled tea from delicate porcelain.

Anielle Handall smiled at me from across the low table, legs crossed like a ballet dancer, eyes unreadable and cruel beneath her sweetness.

Another ball that I had to attend as the Ms of the Reigo family, another treacherous and painfully long hours of smiling and talking with people who cared more about the ring on my finger than who I was.

“I wanted a little time, just us,” Anielle said softly, brushing a nonexistent crumb from her thigh. “It’s so hard to talk in crowds, don’t you think? All that noise. All those cameras.”

Her voice dripped with warmth, but it didn’t reach her gaze. Nothing ever did.

But I would rather sit here and talk to her than stand for five more minutes like a mannequin.

I gave a nod, polite. Distant. “Of course. I imagine you have much to say.”

“Oh, darling, n
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