We strode through the wrought-iron gates of the restaurant; my eyes hovered over the woman in a formal waitress attire, greeted us, and headed us into an attractive formal room; I noticed the family size table having ten chairs for people. My gaze landed on Zech, who stood up from sitting beside his father between the other man at his other side. A broad smile curved his mouth as he approached us, giving me a smacking kiss on my lips and his mom in the cheeks.My heart palpitated; I hope I won't mess things up or, at worst, embarrass myself in front of his relatives. I erase the image of myself being tripped because of my clumsiness or choked of eating or splashed someone accidentally because shit can happen, right? What if—Zech held his arm in my waist as he whispered, feeling the warmth of his breath in my ear, "Don't be nervous, they won't bite you, relax." And he grinned and lightly squeezed his hand on my midsection. He was trying to make me feel better.I swallowed, staring at
Zech sighed. "No, you are being a jerk here; your little sister is waiting for you to introduce her; you left her there."Only now did I notice the evil look Celine threw at her older brother. I think it says, how dare you, brother!"Oh!" Calleo snapped, "Vara, Celine Eris El Devar, our only princess, she's a stingy words person." He whispered to me the last line.Zech’s parents and their parents are busy talking about their lives, not minding us here. He unclasped the hand to me, placing it on a spoon and the other fork."Don't believe what this dumbass is telling you. So," her beautifully curved eyebrows lifted, "Vara, how did this cousin of ours drag you to this wedding? Did he threaten you? Or point a gun at your head and say ``marry me'' or something else?"Zech snorted, including Theo and Calleo."Seriously, princess, why do you think our cousin will be doing that?" Zashin asked eye's widened, like his sister's words were vulgar. This man was so serious."Gah, brother Zash, I can
"We need to talk," he said as he got closer, "Is it okay, Celine, for me to take my fiancee temporarily first?" He turned his gaze to his cousin, who just nodded in response.I stood upon the seat, and I smiled at Celine; I wrapped my right arm in Zech as he leadeth me in the doorway of the room."What's up?" I whispered to him as we walked away. The direction we were headed was to the exit of the restaurant.His face remained serious, and he glanced at me. "The one who kidnapped you got away from his prison." His voice was weak, but it was strong enough for me. My heart skipped; did I hear right?"Really?" I don’t want to believe what he told me because two days ago he told me, assuring me that the man could not escape the prison. The Italian police stated it to me also, but how then does it turn out like this?No answer came from him, so that means the news he told me was true. "How did that happen?" I sneered, clutching his arm tightly, but he did not react."What did you do to him
"You did what?" His eyes narrowed as he stared at me, a sharp look. I am expecting him to shout in pain, in case it was not hard enough.I smiled at him and was about to remove my heels when he noticed what I was doing and took my hand. "I just told you I couldn't say the reason why. Don't you understand that?" There's a strain of anger in his voice."That's not what I want to know; how did Maverick find out?" His two hands clasped my hand, looked at it. Biting the inside of my cheeks to stop the irregular beats of my heart, my cheeks flushed, and I swallowed, hating what I was feeling."Someone got him in prison, killing the police guards who were on guard last night. It's the woman in a black fitted bodysuit and a red mask, the one who knew the real identity of Duchess, Pigeon."Wait ... What! That is what I heard right. Pigeon doesn't wear that kind of dress, yes the red mask, but how did it happen? Someone disguises as Pigeon, most likely, but I don’t know who it might be."Pigeon
"What are you telling me?" I heard Zech's angry voice in the room, and I slowly pushed open the door.He was standing at the window, facing the back of me, and the phone was on his right hand side, clutching it tightly. He's wearing a black coat and pants. One of his hands was shoved in his pants' pocket."Secure everything tomorrow," he yelled across the line. Of what the man told him, it made him piss off. “Do everything. She won't know, of course. No matter what, I'll protect her. I promise him, yes, I know. Do everything, ok? "He ended the phone, and was about to turn around. Thankfully, I immediately closed the door. Who is he protecting? I stepped away from the door, taking a big step towards the stairs of the villa, and I came across some maids downstairs cleaning. My gaze turned to the large glass window to my right, and I could see the darkness outside.I took a deep breath. I slightly bit my lower lip when I remembered the reason why I was going to the bedroom to pick up the
I glanced at the slightly raised vase. It doesn’t look good. I'm going to the bathroom and putting myself in danger. I closed my eyes for a moment, and I tried to ease my trembling body."You are putting yourself in danger, Queenie." I whispered to myself.The door opened before I could get close. My eyes widened at a man whose face was unfamiliar to me and who was wearing his white polo as well as his black pants with fresh blood on them. His gray eyes stared at me without emotion, and he looked at the vase I was holding."Are you planning to throw or hit me?" He raised a hand with the index finger pointing at my hand. Its copper-red hair was still damp.I looked at what I'm holding, yet I didn’t feel alarmed or in danger with this person, and that’s so weird. My throat was dry, and I lost my ability to speak for seconds. I swallowed hard before managing to say, "Who are you?"His handsome face is so that I can't tell if he's Italian or maybe another race. His thin lips formed a smile
I was awakened by the voice outside the door of the room. Blinking my eyes for many times staring blankly at the ceiling. Last night did not give me a good sleep and the feeling of invasion still remained despite the mysterious man leaving after the two-man he had left along the body. Until midnight came, there was no presence of Zech and the call went through the voicemail. How could you sleep through such a horrible moment of your life? Seeing the body of a dead woman in your bathroom and the idea of someone wanting you to kill or take you.I stared at the ceiling of the room, and breathed out slowly. I am so anxious why Zech did not came home, nor even my call he did not event care to answer. It's early in the morning and my blood is boiling. A knock brought me back to the present, and the gentle voice of Zech's mother opened the wooden white door. They got home. I got up and tried to comb my messy hair using my fingers. The pleased smile set on her face, walking toward me and sh
The double wooden door to the back garden was slowly opening, and before I could get here Verona left me. Every step I took felt like I was floating, I couldn’t even feel my footsteps on the marble floor, I was already choking the poor bouquet of white roses and I didn’t seem to know what was going on around me. When I came out the door, I saw the beautiful garden and in front of me were people sitting in white chairs and tables with white table clothing. The musician filled the air with harmonic wedding music. In the midst, a pathway made of bricks leads to the small stage with five stairs, in front of the man in a golden age wearing a suit holding a bible and a smile set on his stunning features. My eyes landed on Zech's standing, wearing a tailored gray groom coat and tie paired with gray pants making him undeniably striking. His hands were clasped, and no visible emotions were playing on his gorgeous face. When his head moved in my direction and our eyes met, I don't know why my