Chapter 5
“Huh?” Nora looked confused. She looked like a cute lost bunny.
Alice had to laugh at how her face looked.
The class was stunned. Did she just she was Alice? The Alice that didn't talk to anyone and was the ugliest girl on campus and wore fake piercings and screeched at anyone who came near her. The dumbest girl in the class.
That was the ethereal looking being in their class. The one who's laughter sounded like an angel was playing harps.
The door opened. Lee was in school. The girls brushed their hair, adjusting the cleavages, waving heartily at him.
He walked to the end of class where Alice sat.
“Get up, you're in my seat.” He said rudely.
She also remembered him from her past life. He was the son of one of the biggest business companies in the world and the prettiest boy on campus with the worst personality she had ever seen on a human being.
“Are you deaf? If this is a plot to get my attention. It isn't working.” He said with a frown looking down at her.
Some girls in the class snickered looking at her. They knew she was proud. She was still Alice but with the same nasty attitude and empty brain.
She looked him up and down. “If I remember clearly. This is my seat and that one over there, ” She said pointing to the dusty seat close to the window. “is yours. Now leave me alone.”
He looked at her with fury in his eyes . Like he was going to push her away from the chair any second.
He matched away from the chair moving to one empty seat in front.
“You don't want to cross him. He's going to get revenge in the worst way possible.” Nora whispered to her, her glasses almost falling off the bridge of her nose.
“I'm ready for him. Let him come with all he got.”
Nora looked at her with admiration. Like hearts were going to start coming out from her eyes any moment.
The first class had begun and attendance was starting.
“Dave Davis”
“Present.”
“Alice Willis.”
“Absent.” A murmur sounded from the side of the classroom. Laughter sounded from all around.
“Present.” Alice said, lifting her hand.
The class turned, looking at the ethereal angel who just answered.
“Miss, I said Alice Willis. Maybe you didn't hear well.” The lecturer said moving the paper with doubt.
“I know sir, I am Alice Willis.”
A collective gasp sounded from around the class looking at her in awe, confusion and shock.
“You're Alice Willis? The Fine Art major?” The Lecturer asked.
“Yes sir.”
“Makeup is a wonder to society truly.” He murmured, continuing with the class.
“Class dismissed. He said as they hung to pack their bags up.
“So do you want to go get coffee now?” Nora asked with a shy smile on her face.
“Sure why not.” Alice said, flashing a wide smile.
As they passed by, from the corner of Alice's eye she saw something being set for her to trip and fall and easily sidestepped.
“Careful. I almost fell, you should move your bag to the side to avoid a mistake like that.”She said looking at the girl with a smile.
The girl looked away guilty, busying herself with something else.
Alice and Nora walked down the school hallway, her eyes scanning the crowds of students. She had just gotten rid of her ugly makeup, and she felt like a new person. Everyone looked at her in awe and surprise as if trying to guess who she was. As she turned a corner, she spotted her step-sister, Octavia, taking a snack from the vending machine.
Octavia's eyes widened in surprise as she took in Alice's new look. "Alice, what's going on with you?" she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. "You look... different. Where's all the makeup?"
Alice smiled sweetly, enjoying the shock on Octavia's face. "I decided to ditch the war paint," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm trying out a new look."
Octavia raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "You look better with the makeup, to be honest," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "This... is not flattering. It brings too much attention to you. Let's go to my hostel. I should have something for you.” She said, pulling her arm.
Alice's smile never wavered, but her eyes flashed with anger. She knew that Octavia was just trying to get under her skin, but she wasn't going to let her. "Thanks but no thanks. Thanks for the feedback, Octavia," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've always been so supportive."
Octavia rolled her eyes, but Alice could see the faintest glimmer of unease in her eyes. “Anything for you sister.”
Just then, a tall, dark-haired boy walked into the hallway, his eyes scanning the crowds until they landed on Alice. A slow smile spread across his face, and Alice's eyes narrowed in response.
"Ah, speak of the devil," Alice said, her voice dripping with venom.
Grant's smile never wavered, but Alice could see the faintest glimmer of unease in his eyes.
“Alice, you didn't respond to my calls and you look so different.”
“Yes. Thanks. I would like to talk to you privately. Nora please I'll meet up with you later.” She said, smiling sweetly at her.
“Okay bye.” Nora said, waving.
“I don't like that girl. I heard she's o a scholarship. She's just with you for your money.” Octavia said, looking at Nora with disdain.
“Like you aren't too.”
“Excuse me?”
“We'll talk later. I have other important things to attend to.” Alice says turning away with Grant following her.
They turned to the open garden where no one was.
“Alice,you're bringing me to such a lonely place. Do you want something?” He says his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“I sure do. I'm ending things now. I want nothing more to do with you.” Alice said, looking blankly at him.
Greta sat in her sleek black car, mirror angled toward her face. She dragged the tube of crimson lipstick slowly across her mouth, pressing her lips together with a small pout. A fingertip smoothed the curve of her cupid's bow, then she checked herself from a few different angles. Perfect. She tossed the lipstick back into her bag, ran a hand over her hair, and stepped out like she owned the pavement.The lobby's hum changed instantly. Heads turned, conversations faltered."Isn't that?" a woman near the elevator whispered."The movie star?" another finished under her breath.Greta gave them a polite but knowing smile, letting her heels click deliberately against the polished floor as she crossed to the reception desk."I'm here to see Travis Hale," she said, voice smooth enough to melt glass.Moments later, she was walking into his office."Greta," Travis said, glancing up from his desk, his tone measured. "I wasn't expecting you.""You never do," she replied, closing the door behind
Greta leaned one manicured hand against the doorframe, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of her nose."Alice," she purred, drawing out the name as though tasting it. "Ready for lunch?"Alice stepped out, closing the door behind her. "Give me a second to lock up."Greta's eyes flicked past her shoulder. "No Travis today?" she asked, voice dipping into that silky register."He's busy," Alice said, twisting the key until it clicked."Mm." Greta's smile curved. "Still the workaholic, I see. Does he ever take a break? For you, I mean?"Alice glanced at her, expression unreadable. "We manage just fine.""Because I remember…" Greta tilted her head, lips curling as if recalling a private joke. "He used to hate letting me out of his sight."Alice smoothed her bag strap over her shoulder. "Times change."Greta's laugh was low, deliberate. "Do they?""They do," Alice said, brushing past her toward the car. "Or some people just get left behind."Greta followed, the click of her heels sharp again
"Greta?" Mason was the first to speak, half-rising from his chair with a grin that bordered on boyish. "Well, look who decided to remember we exist."Greta Sinclair removed her sunglasses with a deliberate flick, the faintest smile touching her lips. "Mason Vale. Still talking too much, I see."He laughed. "And you're still… intimidating as hell.""Charming, as always," she replied, stepping closer. Her coat fell open just enough to reveal the kind of sleek black dress that didn't need a single accessory to make a statement.Liam was already on his feet. "No way. Absolutely no way." He moved in for a hug without hesitation. "You look wow.""Fabulous," Greta supplied smoothly, allowing the embrace before leaning back. "I'm aware.""You disappear for five years-""Six," she corrected."-and come back looking like this?"Her smile didn't waver. "I take my work seriously."Christian had stood by now, waiting his turn. "You've been impossible to reach.""I've been busy," Greta said, her to
"Tell me again," Mason said, swirling his straw through the ice in his drink, "how you managed to convince Travis to take an actual lunch break."Alice smiled over the rim of her glass. "I didn't. I just told him I'd be here, and he showed up.""Manipulation at its finest," Liam said with a grin. "You're learning."Travis arched a brow at him. "Careful, Parket.""What? I'm just impressed," Liam said, lifting his hands in mock surrender. "Most of us have been trying for years to get you to join us for one of these without bailing for a meeting.""I like lunch with my wife," Travis said simply, as if that explained everything.His lips curving faintly. "You're the only one I tune in for."Alice smiled. "That's cheesy.""True," he said, eyes holding hers a moment longer than necessary. "But you smiled anyway.""Oh my God," Liam groaned, throwing his napkin on the table. "Get a room."Michael pointed his fork at them. "This is worse than Mason flirting with her.""I'm not flirting," Mason
The restaurant wasn't overly crowded, just busy enough for the low hum of conversations to feel like background music. Soft golden lighting made the polished tables glow, and the scent of roasted garlic and fresh bread drifted between them like an unspoken invitation.Travis sat across from Alice, his jacket draped over the back of his chair. He leaned forward, forearms resting on the table, watching her with the kind of attention that made her cheeks warm even though she told herself she was used to it by now."You're smiling too much," he teased, a faint smirk playing at his lips."I'm allowed to," Alice replied, cutting into her pasta. "You know, for once, I don't feel like I'm pretending."His brow softened. "You've never been good at pretending. You were just… surviving."She nodded slowly, the fork pausing mid-air. "Exactly. I used to wake up and wonder if I'd make it through the day. Now I just… wake up." Her smile widened. "And you're there."Travis reached over and brushed hi
"Octavia Willis, please.""She's coming."The guard's voice was flat, but Alice's heart skipped all the same. She sat in the cold metal chair, hands clasped in her lap, eyes fixed on the door. The walls around her were blank, white, and humming faintly from the overhead lights.Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Then the door opened.Octavia stepped inside, her movements restricted by the canvas of a straitjacket, the sleeves cinched tight across her chest. Her hair was longer than Alice remembered, but dull and uneven as if she'd cut it herself with dull scissors. Her eyes, though—her eyes were the same. Sharp. Searching. Full of something between hatred and hunger."Well," Octavia said, her voice low and steady, "look who came to visit the madwoman."Alice kept her voice calm. "I came because we need to talk."Octavia tilted her head. "Talk. After all this time. That's rich." She crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps and sat across from Alice, the straitjacket creaking faintly.