Semua Bab Twice Upon A Star: Bab 71 - Bab 80

ABIGEALHEATHER'S GLARE promised me a very bloody murder but her face remained carefully arranged into a confused expression. She laughed. “Abigeal, what are you on about? I don't know I'd be drinking this wine if it was poisoned now, would I?” She took her glance and drank deeply.Blaine sighed. “Abigeal, whatever conspiracy theory you've dreamt up this time, I don't want to hear it. Just give me back my glass so I can go back to sleep, and we'll pretend none of this ever happened.”“This must be pretty embarrassing for you.” She smirked. “Give him back his wine. I know you must be pretty stressed carrying around that chip on your shoulder, so I won't even hold it against you.”Her eyes narrowed even as her smirk got wider. “Drink some of yours as well. It could help you de-stress.”Something about the way she said that made me look at my own glass then back at the smirk.The stupid bitch had poisoned mine as well.She probably thought she'd gotten away with it. But she was in for a

BLAINETHE NEXT day at breakfast, the children asked where Heather was.“She said she was going to help me practice for my ballet recital.” Sophia said in a small voice. “She said she was going to teach me how to dominate the room and make everyone wowed at my presence alone," she continued.I tightened my grip on my fork. Heather had known exactly which buttons to press to ingrain herself into my family. We all knew Sophia had confidence issues, and she’d capitalized on that.Without meeting my eye, Tia Esme leaned forward. “I’m sure she was, little dove, but she had to leave early because there was an emergency.” She said in a placating tone.“Will she be back soon?” Sophia’s voice trembled and I cursed Heather to the seventh level of hell.“I hope not.” Tia Gabriela muttered into her glass of orange juice.“What was that?”Tia Esme shot her a look before smiling at Sophia again. “She said we hope she’ll be back, but we don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon. But don’t wo

ABIGEALWE HADN'T been here up to thirty minutes and things were already going south. As soon as we walked in, we encountered Jasmine trying to console a weeping maid. I took one look at the already packed luggage beside the lady and would have turned around if not for Blaine's restraining hand on mine. “Jasmine, hey. What happened?”Jasmine looked frazzled. “Steph here wants to quit, because she feels trodden upon by…some occupants of this house.” The tact wasn't necessary; we all knew who she was talking about. The maid- Steph, I assumed- broke away from Jasmine's hold and glared at her. “Trodden upon? That's putting it lightly. That ugly hag called me fat and said no one would want me!” She blurted.I felt a tiny burst of surprise and respect when Jasmine shot her a sharp look. “Now, Stephanie. I sympathize with you but I won't stand by and let you throw insults at my mother. And maybe you really should cut down on the sweets.” She snapped.Steph paused in her weeping long enough

ABIGEALJASMINE HURRIED me down the hallway, anxiously whispering about how late we were and how her mother was going to tear us a new one. I didn’t see what all the fuss was about, but I lifted my dress and increased my pace anyways. We paused at the top of the stairs, taken aback by all the people we found milling about at the bottom. I slowly turned to Jasmine. “I thought this was supposed to be a mainly family only formal dinner.” I said in a low tone.“I thought so. Someone must have invited them last minute or something. That’s it. We’re leaving.”I agreed. “Perhaps if we just back away slowly…” We started to do so, until my eyes found Blaine’s in the crowd. The way he’d looked at me before paled in comparison to how he gazed at me now. Like I was an oasis in a scorching desert.“Abigeal, come on.” Jasmine hissed, but it was too late. My hesitation had cost us the few seconds advantage we had. More people had noticed us and were murmuring amongst themselves. Blaine cut throug

ABIGEALI STARED at Marcella in stunned silence for a few moments, noting everyone else staring at her as well. Then I laughed. “Jasmine, I know your mother is a nut job but I didn't realize that she's actually crazy.” I said.“Listen to me. I'm not crazy.” Marcella hissed, her hand still on my shoulder.“That's what all the crazy people say.” I said, shrugging off her hand. Today was already going bad enough without some rich old woman trying to adopt me just because she fancies me. “Abigeal, wait.”I refused to look at her as I started to walk away. “I know you've had this weird obsession with me since we've met, but that needs to stop. Jordan, come get your mother.” I'd gotten to the sliding doors and nearly escaped inside when she spoke again.“If you won't believe me, at least tell me if Ezekiel is okay.” She blurted.I stopped dead as my blood ran cold and I turned to face her.“How the fuck do you know that name?” I whipped my head at Jordan. “I will kill you right now if