A Pet for the Mafia Dons のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 291 - チャプター 293

Bianca spent the next few days in a state of fugue. She ate when her Master came to hold her and feed her; she slept when they wrapped their arms around her and held her to their warm bodies. She washed and dressed in a nightmare state, going about her motions like a zombie. Poor little Cian watched his Mommie, wondering why she was so distant seeming to ignore him, look through him. Beth and Anna had left. While the twins did not hold Bianca responsible, Beth seemed to be colder and distant. As though she believed Bianca was somehow responsible for the tragedy.“The funeral will be arranged just as soon as the body is released, Pet, “said St Just soothingly, stroking Bianca’s long hair, smoothing out the tangled knots.She grunted. A soft sound of acquiescence.Roxanne turned up and held Cian in her arms, cooing and generally making the little fellow feel less lost. But Bianca sat, her eyes fixed on something in the distance.Finally, Jamie could take it no longer. Her hands on her

Serena had chosen to disguise herself.No need to get whoever was behind Heather’s death into a tizzy, she thought as she changedThe dirty blonde wig transformed her totally, the short tendrils alien to her as she turned her head to check. The young woman had also taken care to work on her face, paying attention to her thin, pale brows. Skilfully using a pencil, she turned them darker, thicker and was amazed to see how these superficial changes had altered her face.Next, Serena set to work upon her eyes. When she was done, she sat back, thinking ruefully that they were no longer the startling green which Louis always commented upon.Instead, she had chosen a set of blue contact lenses that made her appear totally different. Studying her freckles, which were dusted over her nose and cheeks, she set ot to work on that. Using medium-coverage foundation, Serena effectively hid her trademark freckles and then chose a mauve lipstick and greyish eyeshadow to go with her new blonde look.Op