Gillian Bleach Novelas e Histórias

She instructed someone to fetch the money. Three thousand silver coins were quickly produced, and Eleanor and Jessica left, visibly satisfied. Once they had gone, Gillian said with a pained expression, "Lady Helen, this can't go on! The makeup shop is a bottomless pit that no matter how much you pour in, it won't be filled. It might be better to sell it."

But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.

“Don’t dwell on it. We’ve got work to do—focus on that for now.” Nora forced a small smile and nodded. At the same time, Gillian raced home and went straight to her room. She stormed to the vanity and, with a furious sweep, sent the neatly arranged bottles and jars flying like confetti. Perfume bottles shattered with a sharp, glassy crash. Expensive fragrances spilled across the tabletop and dripped onto the floor, mixing with scattered makeup into a sticky, ruined mess that stained the once-pristine carpet.

Unfortunately, the peonies were still in the marble-like stage because they only started fully blooming in late spring. "Apologies, but may I ask why you’re here?" Someone rebuked me and Gloria out of nowhere. I flinched, but then realized who this cynical-eyed woman was. "We were just taking a stroll. Wait, could you be Mrs. Gillian–the head-maid?" "Pardon, have we met before, Miss?" Mrs. Gillian turned around and ignored my question. Her eyes narrowed, regarding me with a hint of suspicion. "Perhaps you've forgotten. I'm Peony Crimson, Mrs. Gillian. I once helped you make raspberry jam and grow carrots and potatoes in the greenhouse." I explained.

“Even if you give everything you own, I will not make my daughter leave Matthew. I’m sure you're here because you can't convince your son to divorce Kirsten.” “Do you really actually believe that my son loves your daughter? Your daughter was nothing but a bed warmer. My son is engaged to Monalisa Stanfield, when my son gets tired of your daughter, he will discard her like a piece of trash.” Thoroughly humiliated by Evelyn’s words, Gillian’s blood pressure rose. Her eyes dimmed and fainted. Stunned, Evelyn didn’t know what to do when she saw Gillian fainted. “Mom!” Klaire yelled when she saw Gillian lying on the floor, unconscious.

Knock, knock, knock. I went to open the door. “Mia, I’ve prepared new clothes and jewelry—” Gill’s words stopped short when she saw I’d already changed into an elegant white dress. She looked at my hair accessory, then at Wane’s cufflinks. “Are you two… really okay like this?” Kane replied, “Is there a problem?” Meeting the deep, unfathomable gaze behind his mask, Gill seemed crushed by an invisible pressure. All the words she had died on her tongue.