(Eva)
Everything around Martel's dining hall was red. Too red. The temperature here was annoyingly boiling. It must be her imagination since she felt the same blazing echoed down her throat. She ought to ignore it. She is a lady. She was good at keeping her feeling - unlike some people, who are unladylike at all.
It was the day before Lady Jane's wedding, every close relatives and friend were invited to her bachelorette party. The adults, her great aunt - Jane's grandmother, Eva's mother - Lady Jemima, Lady Charlotte, Lady Vian, and her daughter, Amber, and Aunt Marie were all there.
However, Eva was unhappy to see that her future sister-in-law had been vague about her caste. She had invited commoners to her party, not just one, but females from four families. Liem, Shire, Mares, and Evans.
The misfit and her sidekick were there with Lady Luciana. Just the slight stare on that misfit made her boil. If it weren't for Amber and Anne Evan, that misfit will meet her humiliation now. How dare that Evan was still here after what she had done to her father. And her betrothed...
She saw it the night of the party when she was searching for Matt. Turned out, Matt was outside of a manor - with a girl. This was weird because Matt never is with a girl who wasn't blood-related to him before. At first, she thought it was a stranger, then when Eva saw her background profile, realized she is the misfit. Eva could see the way Matt acted when she was there. It was unnatural for him to look hopeful. All his admirers knew that. The thought of that made her uneasy.
Good thing her father assured her she won't be a bother for Sembon - soon. Still, she was unsatisfied.
"Eva, are you alright?" Sarah, her best mate asked anxiously. She followed her gaze, frowned at the misfit too. Some familiar faces disapproved of Jane's choice of friends. Smiling in satisfaction, she flicked the back of her palm in a lazy assurance "I am fine." said Eva, averted her attention on the bride.
Jane, the bride, smiled at her guests radiantly, announced: "On behalf of my family, I thank you all for coming tonight before I was ...officially given away." She paused playfully, there were a few of the girls giggled, Luciana whispered something to misfit's sidekick, she whispered back. Then, Luciana caught her gaze, smiled at her. Eva's returned it with equal charm, she needed to be kind to her future sister-in-law, but that didn't keep her from glaring at the misfit.
"First of all, I would like to thank my sister for making tonight a memorable night for all families and friends. I am going to miss you." Jane was looking at the distance, gloomy. She was sad to marry Prince George? Eva would give anything to be a princess. Leaving her family behind meant nothing for her if she can have wealth.
"Aye, aye, I will miss you too. Hurry up and get on with your formalities. I can't wait for the intimate lady's night." Luciana drawled, making those kissy noises. This earned a laugh from the others. This would have been improper if it wasn't amusing.
Even Eva and Jane smiled at her sister's reaction. Luciana is Luciana. The sunshine of everything. Eva admired the special charm Luciana has when she was with outsiders. It was like the girl's happiness has never been put out by any bad day she faced before.
Just as her cousins' mother. She couldn't understand why her father and her grandmother scorned her aunt so much. Her aunt was such a sweetheart. It was a tragedy she died of an unknown sickness, where now people were suffering because of it. Luckily, her father knew what caused it, and he was now hunting those witches who were behind this.
There's a rumor about her aunt's death though, that her aunt was found in her chamber, with her blood all over the sheet, and a knife inside a cup filled with blue liquid. Servants in that manor said that there was a murder attempted. But no one knows what happened that night. All she knew was that Matt's birthday isn't supposed to end up as his mother's death day.
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Maskli (Legacy Of Bluebloods 1#)
FantasyHe believes in hate at first sight. At least, he believes that when he sees her again. She probably won't remember, and he doesn't too, until the first touch. It isn't supposed to be like this. Yet, it's in his blood. He never wanted this hatred. Ye...