Mara’s pov.
I was setting up the table for breakfast when the doorbell rang.
Huh?
Who could that be?
Come to think of it, whoever is at the door would be the very first person to visit us.
I rolled my eyes at my thought.
I left the dining room and moved towards the door then yanked it open only for me to see that our first visitor is my mother.
Or, should I say foster mother?
Either ways, I was shocked to see her there, standing on our front porch, looking as beautiful as ever.
“Q.. queen?”I stammered.
I was left speechless.
She sighed.
“Princess, how are you?”
Now, I was more dumbfounded?.
Princess?
She took a peek inside the house through the little space I left while in between the entrance door.
“Oh.”I opened the door wider for her to step in.
“So, how is it?”she asked as she went to take a seat.
I shut the door and turned to her.
I rubbed my watery hand on my dress nervously.
“The marriage, I mean.”she added.
“It’s… bearable.”I replied.
“Do.. would you like to join us for breakfast?”
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to do that. I have other place to be. Besides, it won’t be very polite of me to join you at the dining table.. I haven’t properly congratulated you guys on your marriage also, so..”she explained.
I nodded.
“You.. you should at least, have a drink before you go.”
“Uhm.. oh, well, but first, what about your husband?, is he home?, has he been treating you fairly?”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded.
We heard approaching footsteps and soon, Adrian shows up at the top of the staircase.
Talk of the devil.
His eyes collided with the queen’s and his face instantly holds a frown.
He turned and tried to leave but I called him back.
“Adrian, you should greet mom.”
He spun around slowly and I gave him this pleading eyes.
He sighed with an eye roll before taking the stairs down.
“Hi.”he said to her before moving away to the dining area.
The queen stood up and beckoned me to come closer.
I counted my steps to where she was and she pulled me into a motherly embrace.
“Thank you, and I’m sorry.”she says.
*
Mrs Robinson.
“For real?”Clara beamed.
We were both in my room.
I was sitting before the mirror while she was sitting on my bed.
“Of course. I knew that would definitely work.”I removed my ear rings.
“That’s good then. I hope Diana would let go of her resentment towards me.”
“She will. Just give her sometime, okay?. Ugh, how i so much miss my youthful moments.”I cupped my cheeks.
“Oh, tell me about it.”Clara sighed.
“By the way, Theo said he is coming over next week.”I picked up the eyeliner pencil and outlined it on my lashline.
“Your adopted son?. What’s he coming to do?”
“To look for his parents, of course.”I replied.
*
Helen’s pov.
“Madam?”someone called as I walked out of the kitchen.
I turned to see one of my workers and I raised a brow at her.
“Someone in the VIP section is requesting an audience with you.”
“Oh. Who is that?, is he a regular?”
“No. He said his name is Mike.”
*
Ralph’s pov.
The door was whacked open and a guy that was accompanied by two other men walked in.
The sound of their footsteps echoes round the room as it was empty.
My eyes were getting blurring and there was beads of sweats on my jawline.
A guy from the two that followed him in, dragged a chair for the one who seems to be the boss to sit on.
He sat before us and crossed his legs.
Snow attempted to say something but his words were silenced because of the tape on his mouth.
Who is this guy, anyway?
And, what is he after?
He signaled to his boys and they came to uncover our mouths.
“Wa.. ter.”my head drops helplessly.
“Get him some water, please. He might really die from not getting one.”Snow pleaded.
The man’s gaze was hard and scary.
He rubbed his hands together and chuckles.
“You answer my question correctly, and I get him some water.”he dusted a dirt off his black coat.
God.. I don’t think I can endure anymore.
“Fucking sh! t. Don’t mess with me. Get him water first!”Snow shouted.
“Motherfvcker.. you’re going to use his being in need of water to your advantage?!.”Duvall cursed.
He placed his hand on his leg and smiles.
“I’ve never heard of a sickness where one could die due to lack of water. I don’t mind waiting to see the outcome. That would be a very good experiment.”
“If you wish to save your friend, just answer me. I will be straightforward with the question. Where is the treasure?”
He extended his palm back to one of his guys and he placed a gun on it.
He closed his palm on it and pointed it at Snow.
“One wrong answer, one shot.”
*
Diana’s pov.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”John asked as I placed his food before him.
“Nah.. I prefer to take my bath before eating.”I responded.
“Hm. Should I come bath you?”he grins.
“Eat… just eat..”I heaved, tiredly.
He enjoys talking indecent, doesn’t he?
“If you say so. I won’t show mercy.”he takes hold of his spoon.
I went into the next room beside his. I will just make it mine. I do not want to share a room with him.
I locked the door and went inside the bathroom.
I doff myself out of my clothes and slip under the shower.
I changed the water to warm and switched it on.
The water cascades down my body and I breathe in relief.
I shut my eyes tightly and washed my body with my hands.
I turned off the shower after like thirty minutes and grab the towel then wrapped it around my body.
Geez..
I totally forgot I don’t have any other clothes here.
That means I will have to go do laundry for this previous one then.
But which cloth do I put on to do that?
I scratched my hair, loss of ideas.
“Diana?”I heard John’s call and my eyes snapped open.
Oh, not now.
“Are you here?”he banged on the door.
I could hear the sound of him struggling to open it.
I quickly wore the dress like that and hurried out of the bathroom.
Oh, my hair..
I need a dryer..
I looked around the room but there was none.
Gosh!
I can’t go out with my hair like this.
I panicked.
What do I do?.
Oh. I will dry it with the towel.
I ran back to the bathroom and grabbed the towel then circled it around my hair while squeezing the water out of it.
After I was sure it was fair, I hang the towel back and dashed out.
Just as I was about to get to the door, it opens.
Huh?.
How is that?
“Here you are.”he scoffed.
“How did…”
“Spare key.”he dangles the key in the air, right in my face.
Ohhh, spare key.
“Why are you using this room?”he questioned.
“Huh?.. oh, yeah.”I gibbered.
He looks at me, befuddled with my statement.
“I would like to go have my breakfast now.”I tried to walk past him but he gripped my arm, stopping me from leaving and trapping me in in his eyes.
I blinked and looked away.
“What?”
“We are a couple.”he says.
“It’s only natural we both share a room.”he whispers.
“That is nothing to be shy about.”he fred my arm.
I swallowed hard.
“Anyways, I already told my fashion icon to get you some clothes. She would be here soon, probably…. two hours later.”he said and I nodded.
He ran his eyes down my body.
“Change into this.”he thrusted a nylon into my arms.
“I have a dryer in my room. You could use that.”
I nodded again.
“Which cream are you using?”
“Huhh?”I blurted.
He rolled his eyes.
“Why are you suddenly feeling shy around me?”he grunted.
“Me?, feel shy?. Nay, you’ve got it all wrong.. I’m even older than you, so why would I..”I placed my palm on my mouth, restricting myself from saying further.
Jeez. Do I really have to bring up the age matter?
I bowed my head.
I could feel his intense gaze on me.
“It’s.. because I haven’t ate breakfast, that’s why…”I trailed off.
“I will leave now.”I said.
“Wait, you need to change.”
I nodded.
“Or, do you want me to put the dress on for you?”
My eyes snaps up at him.
“You’re a perfect pervert.”I frowned.
“Oops, the honor is mine.”he chortles.
“Your so called fashion icon is a male or a female?”
“Female, why?”
“I see. A female fashion icon for a male…”I pressed my lips together.
“What are you thinking?”
“Nothing extraordinary.”I flashed him a smile.
“Don’t get the wrong idea, she is just a friend…”
“Of course, a friend… she is.”I nodded.
He frowns.
“Leave.”I sighed.
“I might just stay.”
“And, I must just switch rooms.”
He scoffed with a,
“I will be back”and left.