Shit! Why is he being a stubborn jerkass huh? Didn't he say we have all the time in world for us?
Another attempt, but it goes to voice still.
This man wont kill me with his insecurities. He can’t mess up things for me. I am my best to keep everything under control even though it is breaking. I hope he understand me and let me handle things over here. All I am begging for is just a freaking day for Godd’s sake! Juts less than twenty fours and I can tell him .
A text will do, right?
"Hi. I am in a tight spot tomorrow. I need you to trust me on this one, love, and let handle the situation here first. I will talk to you tomorrow night and tell . Please?
With love, Ellie!"
I press the send button and even if I am not expecting a delivery report immediately, I sure that I will any minute. He can't stay off for long. He will get the message, and shall be well. The dinner with the Riccafortes can't go wrong. Everything will be .
Yes! Calm down, Ellie! Damian will respect your decision as he always does. You eventually meet your betrothed tomorrow and from then you can think of what . The you will have all the answers for Damian at night when you get to talk.
Simple!
I stamp my feet on the cold floor and saunter into the bathroom. I take a shower that I needed, and I don't take long. I need to release the poor doctor who is watching my father so that he can rest.
Rushing to the dining table, I would love to say that the aura is sweet, but I would be . The aroma of chicken curry and chapatis is sweet, but it is subdued by the scent of these two witches of the castle. The way they are mightly perched like the duchesses of this this castle, with their faces so straight and composed nothing is heppenning in this castle strokes my demons. How can they be so ?
Ignoring their presence, I perch myself on my permanent seat and ask the servants to the food.
"So, you are back! Did you leave your manners where you were all the while?"
I was minding my business which as usual, didn't include them. But this witch had to her stinking mouth and soothe her itchy ass. They never learn the meaning of out of trouble, because that is what I always serve them. Respecting my space bounderies is a rhythm too difficult for them to keep up with. That is why they any chance they get to look for trouble.
"At least you aknowledge that I had manners, but you? Do you even know the of that word? Because if you do, you wouldn't be acting high and mighty you don't even belong," I retort.
I doubt this castle is going to be peaceful again with my return.
"I thought you grew some brains, but I was wrong,” Gracia fumes between her nose, face radiating with anger. “Get over that misconception that you are the only your father has, poor kid. We are here to stay. For good," She answers back, her miniature witch rolls her round eyes.
I see, they are here for good? What gives them that assurance? Ansd what right do have? "Ooh, yeah? As what exactly, Gracia? What is your exact place in this that gives you the assurance that you will stick around forever with your character and personality?" I challenge.
"As your father's wife,” she hisses, her barritones graced with venom, same with the in her sinister gaze as she glares at me, “Why is that so difficult for you to ?"
Hard? Oh, no. Nothing is hard to understand here. I understans things perfectly just way they are. My father was lonely when mom died. As man, he might have been to control the urge. I don’t blame him at all. What I don’t understand is why he to stoop so low to the class of this woman who has no value and no respect at all.
But you know I love the most? It is the part that my father disclosed to me today. I know that no one has taken over my mother’s place in my father’s heart. And this , she is the least of my worries. Not even in a million years can she be even just quarter of the woman my mother was. She can never take my mother’s place. Not in house, not with me, and not in my faher’s heart. She will die a pathetic miserable that she is.
"Second wife!" I stress on my point, gazing straight at her annoying face. "Which I so much because a wife's place should be beside her husband which is contrary what you portray. You and your litle bitch are nothing but pests in this castle."
Her eyes grow dark with venom, but I don’t bow to their sisnister gazes. I have never to them, and nevwe will I ever. "Is that what you are telling yourself to stroke rotten conscious? Is guilt killing you?"
This is what I have the most about this senior witch. She never backs down easily. Sh better chew the cud than let matter go especially when she is in the losing end.
"Your point exactly?" I query, raising a hand to stop the servants from serving the .
I think these whores are enjoying too much comfort and it is not good for them.
Honetsly, we can’t cope like this. Something ought to be done. And that too, super .
"I was beside your father since your mother di..."
"Don't you dare, Gracial!" I howl, but just loud enough for the intended persons.