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"Your highness, please, don't fret. As you said, this must be some joke. Lady Ava can't be here, princess. You saw her lifeless body, at her fu-" Daphne attempted to comfort the princess but got cut off by Adrienne.
"AHHH!" She screamed in horror. "T-this, what... Ava?!" She pointed at something.
Daphne didn't quite understand what she was looking at until she turned around. "Oh, oh my! What is happening? L-lady Ava? I'm sorry my lady, I don't quite understand how this is possible, I-"
"It's fine, Adrienne, we need to talk," Ava says sternly.
Adrienne, still in shock, stammers, "S-sorry? Ah! Yeah, sure, I suppose that's fine."
"Why, are, there, roses?" Ava grits out. "You know I hate them. They remind me of that horrible woman."
"I'm sorry, I'll get rid of them. Daphne!" Adrienne orders in a panic.
"No, don't bother, I have already removed all the roses. Ugh, I hate them." Ava fake puked.
"Ava, how, we saw your body!"
"No, wrong. It wasn't my body. My," she pauses, her face pulling into a slight grimace, before continuing, "mother, ugh, god, no. Marianne, my father's mistress wanted to kill me. Father has always wanted me to call her mother, so I did to please him. But I can stop now, right?"
"Anyways, I escaped, however, she wanted me gone." She chuckled before she continued, "So, she had a fake body made. It was super realistic! And, of course, very, very expensive." Ava's lips form a smile.
The smile sent shivers down Adrienne's body. How could she be smiling right now?
As if Ava were listening to her inner thoughts, she says, "I'm over it. We always hated each other anyways. I passionately hated her from the day she moved into our castle as the new mistress." She seethed.
Adrienne cleared her throat and started, "Let's all calm down and then we can discuss. Ava, lemon tea as usual?"
"Yes, please." Ava breathed, tired from the thoughts strangling her mind and not letting go.
Ava took a sip of her tea, the taste lingering in her mouth.
Ava glared at her cup of hot tea as if it had killed her pet dog before continuing, "Marianne seduced my father, drove my mum to insanity, which ultimately killed her as she committed suicide, and now she's faking my death. My father is such a fool." She snickered, with pain underlying her every word.
The murderous glint in her eyes was hard to miss. This made Adrienne cautious, even of her friend.
Adrienne wanted to say something, at least mutter a sorry, but she knew that would make everything worse. Adrienne could sense something was wrong.
Ava had a lot to say and scream and let it all out, but she also knew Ava didn't want to do that right here and now. So she just stayed quiet, offering comfort in silence, an understanding inexplicable with words.
Adrienne refilled Ava's cup, then her own.
"You must have a ton of questions, go on, I'll answer as much as possible," Ava said with a soft smile.
"I'm trying to close the gates of curiosity, but my mind has already flooded with questions." She chuckles but remains polite to the circumstance.
"I'll ask just one question, though. Why didn't you just go back and reveal that Marianne was faking your death?"
"Because I don't want just temporarily to tip over a glass of water on her and her reputation, I want to spill red wine and stain it."
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The next few days after the last chat with Ava, were repetitive. Wake up. Bathe. Work. Sleep. Nightmare. Repeat.
After Adrienne 'lost' Ava, she was a lost soul. First, her mother, then her best friend. And in a whirlwind of events, her 'deceased' best friend was right before her eyes. Those terrible memories of pain and suffering were resurfacing, again.
And resurfacing in form of night terror. She was going through the cycle of nightly purgatory once again. But, like last time, it too shall pass.
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