Dearest Missy Novels & Stories

All I want is for you to be happy, Miss. --- That night Maxim called to say he had social engagements and wouldn't be coming home. He had just missed a guest who was visiting the house. Tatiana looked at the familiar face before her and recalled the memories of the original owner. During her time in the city of U. S, participating in various training sessions and competitions, the person who had helped her the most was this gentleman—Mr. Fallon, the president of the U.S Dance Association. "I finally found you!" Fallon exclaimed, nearly moved to tears, leaning on Michael for support as he almost stumbled.

"Good morning, my ladies." "I'm here on behalf of Lord Cyran Ardent. I've been asked to deliver this to Lady Seraphina." I froze as a cream-colored envelope bearing the royal seal was placed in my hands. Written across the front were the words— A Royal Charity Shooting Exhibition

That was until I realized someone was yelling. “Why are you guys all fussing over her? Missy knows her place. She knows she doesn’t belong here.” “Missy?” Dean repeated, his eyes doing that blue glowy thing. “Missy Mistake,” I said. “That was my name in the pack, because of the whole Harry wasn’t my dad.” “Wow,” Dean said, shaking his head. “What?” Beth asked, looking genuinely confused. “Why are you all pretending that isn’t a problem?”

I smile and pull back — "I missed you too. Sorry about that, I don't want to set your ticker off." I joke with her, pointing at her chest. She rolls her eyes, slapping my arm lightly. Auntie Myra is a loving woman who shares the exact same features as my mother. Usually they both get mistaken as twins despite Myra being three years older than Mum. Both of them appear exhausted, no doubt from the plane ride home.

The intern pointed up as if she thought of something interesting. I hissed. Do girls really love gossiping about other people's lives? "Hmm, then why isn't she using her husband's surname?" The nurse curiously asked. I scowled and decided to put my earphones before I could hear another word that would make me curse them. I played my Mayday Parade playlist as I leaned my back on the chair. Oh, Florida, please be still tonight Don't disturb this love of mine Look how she's so serene You've gotta help me out

I added even as my voice bore the weight in my heart, Missy nodded her head in response, "That's so sweet of you," She exclaimed enthusiastically, "and to be honest with you, I'm so happy for you, girl because you deserve all the happiness in this whole wide world." She added in one breath, her words coated with warmth as she spoke. I nodded my head repeatedly in response, but then, Missy's gaze drifted into space and I could tell she was contemplating her thought, but before I could inquire about it, her words came again.

We are just actively, trying to completely reclaim our own independence. Exactly one entire hour later, a completely loud, and entirely obnoxious knock echoed through my apartment. I opened the door to find Missy standing there. She was, already dressed in a completely tight, glittering silver mini-dress that caught the hall light every single time she breathed. She held a completely massive, and entirely half-empty margarita glass in her hand. She had fully, delivered on her promise to arrive with the necessary alcohol. We actively spent the next chaotic forty-five minutes doing our makeup.

“Pardon, but let me make it clear to you! It's you who asked the question first about if I am going to be an assistant what changes I can bring to you and your work, it's you who called me to your cabin. So I don't have any doubt on me and my confidential capability level. Now whether you choose me or not depends on you! I have many companies to join after I get out of here. For which I don't have any regrets. Hope this makes a clear clarification for you" “I see you are really a bossy lady!" “Pardon again! I am not a lady but a young girl whose age isn't like a lady nor am I married" “Don't worry soon you gotta be a lady by marrying someone as seeing by your bossy personality many guys will

“Call the young lady.” The maid frantically went up the stairs after the house’s patriarch said his command. She ran towards the young lady’s room and took a deep breath before knocking. “Young miss, it’s Celestina”, the maid greeted. She heard the sound of heels clicking heading towards her and the door opened. “Yes?”, the young lady asked, now in her dress and her hair fixed. The maid was taken aback with their young miss’ beauty but she immediately recovered and cleared her throat.

“I can almost see the dark clouds over your head” Thankfully today Trinity was with no makeup, the ones that made her look like a fairytale scarecrow. Trinity's dark brown eyes pierced into hers, staring expectantly at her. Trinity looked better naturally, if only her stubborn friend believed that, for real. Trinity was a definition of American beauty, tall and as the Americans prefer skinny. Trinity was a living Barbie. “You weren’t online yesterday” Trinity started with a concerned expression on her face. “Everything cool?” “I’m fine Trinity,” She mumbled.