Chapter 7: I Am Calling Xavier

Aurora’s POV

What the fuck is the witch even doing here?

“Ohh.. Aurora… You are here too?” Diana gave the most fake smile I have seen in my life.

Marinette and Rose's eyes also fell on her, and they smiled.

“Hi,” Marinette waved, and the witch waved back.

Rubbish! I don't know why they like her.

“Do you also want those shoes ma'am?” the mall attendant asked me.

“It's mine already,” I answered.

“No… Aurora, I saw those first,”

“Nevermind, get me another pair,” I said to the mall attendant.

“Hummm, This is gonna be a problem. We only have one of those remaining,” she answered.

“Oh shit!” Rose murmured.

Just one of them? Are they fucking kidding me? So I'd have to fight against my uncle's so-called fianceé for it?

“Not a problem. I could make do with these, She'd get another one,” Dianna said, with a smirk I wished to slap off her face.

“You don't make decisions for me.” I replied. “I want that, and I am getting it.”

Marinette held my arm, she always does that whenever I raise my voice like I just did, it's her way of telling me to calm down.

“I chose it first.”

“No you didn't.”

“I have really had enough of you being a disrespectful brat, Aurora,” she said as she moved her hips slightly, shifting into another one of her programmed poses.

Me? Disrespectful brat? Nice, I really want to know what she thinks about me.

Disrespectful brat is nice enough.

“Better than being a thief,” I said, loud and clear.

“Did you just call me a thief?”

“Not sure you are literate, that's the general name for people who take things that do not belong to them,” I mocked.

“Aurora! You are crossing the lines!” She yelled.

“You also crossed one when you decided to become a mistress in my uncle's home.”

“I am his fianceé, not his mistress.”

My eyes ran through her from head to toe, in a way that symbolizes scanning her worth.

“Says a gold digging whore.”

“Aurora!!!” She yelled louder this time.

Marinette pulled me aside and whispered. “You shouldn't have said that Aurora, she is your uncle's fianceé.”

“You don't tell me what to do Mari.” I pulled away from her, and I faced the witch once more, while Rose watched with an interesting grin on her face.

I don't have proof that she is a gold digger, but I have seen her tactics. She only plays perfect in front of Uncle X, but behind him, she reveals her true self.

She paced around as she dialed a number on her phone.

“I am calling Xavier.”

She is calling my sweetheart? What for? To report me to him? Is she so stupid that she doesn't know his working hours, and that she wasn't supposed to disturb him?

She brought the phone to her ear.

“Xavier… Would you believe what just happened? I accidentally stumbled into Aurora… and she called me a thief, a mistress, and a gold digging whore.” She said in a sob-like voice.

I stared at her with pure disgust, how did my uncle manage to fall for this actress?

I heard Uncle X's soft mutters, but it was inaudible because of the distance.

“I have told you… She hates me… She insulted me at the center of the mall,” she added more drama.

Ohh really…? Aren't we in an enclosed space? I should have insulted her at the center of the mall like she just said.

“Xavier… Xavier.” She called, it seemed like my sweetheart just hung up on her.

I love that man with every cell in my body, she said I insulted her right? Well… She just disgraced herself in front of the mall attendant and my friends.

“I want those shoes, I saw them first!” She told the mall attendant.

“You won't want to do that, Clara… She is a guest here, I am your VIP customer, I can pay double.” I said to the mall attendant— Clara.

She gulped hard.

“I am sorry miss. These shoes have to go to Miss Aurora, you could get another pair.” Clara said. A smirk curled up my lips.

My friends watched with raised eyebrows. I have always liked tension, and also… I like putting people in their place.

“I can pay triple,” Dianna said.

“After you pay triple, you might disappear, but Miss Aurora is our VIP, she won't disappear. Sorry ma'am.”

More satisfaction filled me as I watched my uncle's fianceé get belittled.

Clara didn't waste time packing up the black heels, and she handed it to me.

“Thanks Clara,” I said as I turned to take my leave.

“I think we are done here,” I pulled Marinette with me, and we walked out.

The look of failure on Diana's face was priceless, and the satisfaction it brought me was heavenly. I would voluntarily do despicable things just to see her face flushed with embarrassment like this.

Yep… I won.