WARNING: Some Parts Of This Chapter Will Be Written In Portuguese.
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{Chapter Eight - Secrets We Can't Keep}
LYDIA POPPED OPEN THE WINE BOTTLE IN ANARVINS KITCHEN. Love chuckles, watching. It was an enjoyment to her on how Lydia's eyes lit up while doing that.
Lydia pours the wine into the glasses for them, smiling widely. She accidentally spills some onto the counter but Love immediately cleans it for her.
"Oh, thank you." Lydia thanks her, sitting down on a stool. "So what's it like?"Lydia inquires. Love raises a brow, slightly side-eyeing-her.
Lydia sets her glass down. "I mean what's it like working here?"
"It's amazing. The customers are friendly. And Polite." Love sips her wine.
"Great. So what's your funniest deepest secret?" Lydia questions, randomly.
Love pauses, chuckling. "Well uh. I guess I'd have to say that when I was in high school I had massive crazy bangs that I liked to hide with wigs and hair clips."
"Impressive!" Lydia chuckles. "Mine is that before I met William I accidentally signed up to be someone's matchmaker for a day. And we'll that went terrible because the person I told them they'd end up with was already married and high so yeah it was just chaos." Lydia shakes her head.
Love bursts out laughing, also shaking her head. "Yours is more extreme than mine!"
Lydia looks at her. "Yeah."
Love looks at her as well and although it seems like they're about to kiss Lydia makes sure they don't. "So do you know anyone named Juliette Mark? She's supposed to also be working in the writing field here." The blonde asks, looking away, and at her glass.
"I know her. She's very much of a bitch who thinks she's better than everyone here because her dad won the lottery once." Love rolls her eyes, pouring more wine into her glass.
"Yikes." Lydia remarks.
Later that night, while Lydia was sleep, Love snuck in through their open window. She was there for William and not his wife.
When William walked in the room Love was in he looked at her confused. "What are you doing here?" He whispers to her.
Love shrugs, moving a cardboard box to the center of the table. "Open it."
William sits down across from her, opening the box, slowly. Love looks at the box and then looks at him with a slight glare. "Don't do that. Pick up the pace." Love states.
"Right. Sorry." William opens the box completely, looking on the inside. "uma arma?" William inquires, picking the gun up.
"Sim. caso o homem apareça novamente tentando foder sua esposa sem o consentimento dela. atirar." Love hides a grin.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." William thanks her. Lots of times.
Love nods. "You're welcome. I'm only doing this because he's in L.A so I want you to be able to protect her from him."
"How did you get in here?" William questions.
"You guys left the window opened." Love points to it.
William looks at the window. "Oh. Well it is almost midnight so you should leave. But thank you."
"Of course." Love leaves from the same window sue came in through. William closes the window, putting the gun in a place he thought was the perfect hiding spot. Under the kitchen sink. Let's just hope Lydia doesn't find it.
