Chapter Seventy-Four
Fiona’s POV:
Another thing bothered me, how did Tristan know Veronica? How did they come just at the right time?
I would have asked but I could tell from their faces that this was not the right time to ask questions.
When Drew called me “your highness” I must admit that I felt special and shy at the same time. Turns out, dreams do come true. In my case, it was not what I had envisaged that my life would be.
Tristan had said I had to get used to being called that around here as everyone here knew who I was.
I could tell that Drew had one thing in common with James, they both loved women. Except James was not into drinking as much as Drew was. He seemed to never get off the bottle.
Molly and Jesse were very much lovely, I liked them from the moment I met them. They were simply excited to be among the “first ones” to see the princess. They also wanted to know what I had done to my colored hair; I simply told them it was dyed, and they nodded noting it was the same thing they had to do to theirs.
James’ POV:
I have been trying for the past hour to reach Fiona and Eleanor on the phone. Eleanor’s was switched off and Fiona had not been answering the phone. I know they do silly things when together, but they never forget to keep their phone close. Knowing how Fiona is addicted to her device, it was impossible to not keep it close.
“This is no time to worry, I have to get moving. Who knows if it has something to do with that Tristan guy? I never liked him in the first place, it must be for a reason,” I had said while putting on my shirt and jeans I had just taken off a few moments ago.
Fiona had always said I liked to dress “too casual” and how I always looked so boyish in them. But I liked them now that I think about it, it might be one of the reasons that Fiona would not want to be more than just a friend. Maybe, I should listen to her more often.
I decided to take a walk to Fiona’s house and probably pick up a few things on the way, surprise them you know. Could be that they fell asleep and how nice it would be for them to wake up and see me, it would be great to see Fiona’s and Eleanor’s reaction.
Few miles away from the house, I could sense it did not look right. The door was flung wide open, Eleanor was definitely not the type to leave the door wide open like that.
As I came closer, I walked in slowly, carefully crept into the house to be sure she was not under attack of any sort.
“Fiona? Eleanor? Hello?” I kept calling and asking to check every room and corner.
Only then did I find Fiona’s phone lying carelessly on the floor, from the way it was, I could tell it was thrown and whosoever had thrown it definitely did not have the time to pick it up.
“They might have seen something scary and ran. But, where to?” The thought dropped to check at Eleanor’s place, see if they were there. That should be the first place they would run to if they did run.
“Could this have anything to do with Fiona’s Alex going missing?” I asked myself as I walked on towards the direction of Eleanor’s house.
I came just as Eleanor’s mom was out to throw the dirt.
“Good afternoon, ma’am,” I greeted politely.
“James, my dear, how have you been? How are your parents doing? I have not seen you all in a minute,” she had said.
I wished she would just stop; it was the same every time. Her questions never end, she would go on and on and on if you did not stop her halfway.
“They are fine. Is Eleanor home?” I asked hoping she would say yes, and she nodded in the affirmative.
“You should talk to her though. She is unusually silent today and she said she had just come from Fiona’s. I wonder if they had a quarrel, and she is so bothered by it.”
On hearing this, my chest dropped.
James’ POV:
I did not have to be told; I knew it was not a quarrel. A quarrel would not leave the door wide open; a quarrel would not leave the phone on the floor.
Except if Eleanor had left before something happened in Fiona’s home. Eleanor’s mother had said Eleanor was in the bathroom having a shower.
As I waited for her, I prayed Eleanor at least knew something or any idea of where she might be or anything at all.
I remembered the unwritten and unheard promise I had made to myself and Fiona to keep her safe.
At this point, I did not care whether she would want me or not, I just wanted to try to be good enough for her.
So grossed I was in my thoughts that I did not know when Eleanor had walked into the room. She said to have called my name about three times before I answered.
“How are you? Your mom said you and you are too well I’ve been trying to reach you on the phone,” I asked when she sat down.
Eleanor could not look me in the eye, if I did not know Eleanor, I would have thought that she was sick. There was definitely something she was not telling me.
“Yes, I must have run out of battery. I do not even know where my phone is. What’s with my mom? You know her, just over exaggerating,” she had said.
“What about Fiona? I could not find her anywhere; I thought you guys were together.
I had passed by the house before coming here, the doors were left wide open like she left in a hurry.
I found Fiona’s phone too, it was on the floor. Did you perhaps see something? Did anything happen?” I inquired.
“I have to use the restroom,” she said. I now know for sure that something was wrong, and she was trying to hide it from me.