DEVIOUS LOVE

Chapter 42 - Bitter Greed

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Jennie wanted to search the crowd for her Aunt Eleanor and Asher. She wanted to talk to them and explain what was going on. For some reason, no matter how far she looked, how long she stared, they were nowhere to be found.

Were they so furious that they didn't attend the ball? She didn't mean to keep them out of the loop, but everything had happened too quickly. Her search was futile.

Holding back a disappointed sigh, she turned her attention back to the group. To her surprise, they were all staring at her.

"What? Are we boring you?" Lisa teased.

He had noticed she was looking around the room, thus, he began to follow every little direction her head turned. As a result, the twins instantly began to follow his actions.

"A bit," Jennie bluntly said.

Easton choked, before stifling a laughter. They were discussing the conclusion of the ball, and what needed to be done. Weston had brought up the topic first, as a means of excluding her from the conversation. It seemed she was the least bit affected.

"This is a matter of importance that a Queen will have to take into consideration," Weston said with a deep frown. His brows wrung together, showing his obvious displeasure.

"The closing of a ball?" Jennie said.

"Of course," Weston deadpanned.

Jennie blinked. You can just bid the guests goodbye, make sure everyone leaves, and then close the doors for cleaning and security. What else needs to be done?

"Don't we thank the guests for coming, let them leave, then have the guards check the premise, and lock the castle?" Jennie said it like a question, even though she knew it was true.

Weston wondered if she was purposely being nonchalant, or she simply didn't care. Either way, he didn't like her attitude. She had a blank face and appeared to not be bothered by anything.

He responded, "Of course, but there are other measures in place. For example, ensuring the servants will clean the ballroom and—"

"Don't put my darling to sleep before I even take her to the bedroom," Lisa mused.

Easton gagged in the background, wishing he was elsewhere. Weston gawked in disbelief, his eyes going wide.

"Your Majesty," Weston hissed.

"She's not a fool, Fitzcharles," Lisa coldly said.

Weston's brows etched together.

"The Princess has received training," Easton explained to his brother.

Easton liked it when he was in the lead, which rarely happened. Teaching his brother something was not an everyday occurrence.

Weston was calculated and cunning. He was one of the smartest people Easton had ever known. From difficult quantum physics to chaos theories, Weston was equipped in every field.

It was precisely why Easton enjoyed this night. He was able to inform Weston about the things that his older brother seemingly forgot.

"Since she was one her way to becoming the Crown Princess of Kastrem before that—" Easton cut himself off. He noticed the grim look that crossed the Princess's face. For once, she had lowered her head a bit, to observe the ground.