The House of Baroness doesn't keep interns for very long. Anyone who'd met the Baroness knew why. The most ones lasted is two weeks and three days. The least? Half an hour. But something was different with these two...
Claudia Vixen. Bright, talente...
You looked deep into the eyes you wanted to wake up to for forever. Your own eyes held a flood. You wrapped your arms around your fiancé. "Yes." You whispered in her ear, before letting out floods of emotion. Victoria gripped you tight.
"WHAT DID SHE SAY?" Estella called. Victoria raised a thumbs up and the squeal of joy your stepdaughter made was immeasurable.
Victoria stumbled up, in her ridiculously high heels and wiped at the tears of joy spilling out from your eyes. "Victoria." You whispered in her ear. "Yes?" She asked. "I promise you, I will find you and I will love you in any and every universe." You promised, squeezing her tight. She whispered back, "Thank you, my treasure. I'll endeavour to do the same."
"Congratulations Mrs Von Hellman." Artie smiled, kindly. "Congratulations to you too Baroness!" He passed Victoria a bunch of flowers. Mrs Y/N Von Hellman, has one hell of a ring to it.
Speaking of rings, Victoria slid the engagement ring onto your finger, with a beyond light touch. "I- it's beautiful." You whispered. "It's my grandmother's. Hans used his family's ring to affiance me." She replied, placing her hands on your face, staring into your eyes and smiling.
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The guests grabbed your hands and cooed at your ring. "It's gorgeous Y/N!" Anita cooed. You tensed up. Estella read this. "The guests has been given strict instructions to keep the party on the down low." She reassured. "Your engagement is neither mine, nor Tattletale's business." Anita smiled.
"Y/N!" Madeline Green gave you the biggest squeeze known to man. "I'm so so happy for you!" She said, her voice sounding as bright as the stars. "Congrats Y/N." Horace smiled. Kali yapped at your feet.
Victoria pulled you into her, gripping your waist with a possessive squeeze. "Thank you a- I must admit, I was expecting a larger crowd!" Victoria laughed. "For a so called socialite, you are a fussy bitch when it comes to guest lists, mother." Estella mocked. You rested your head against her chest.
"Can I do something, before all of the festivities?"
"Of course, my precious."
"Take me to the Baron's grave."
Victoria, admittedly shaken, took you, privately, to the resting place of the Baron.
You crouched down, in mocking respect, and smiled. "Hello, asshole." You greeted. "I'm sure you heard the news." You laughed. "I've stolen your puppies, your office, your red room and now Victoria is MY wife." You teased the gravestone.
"Apologies for being unladylike Vic."
You let a huge glob of spit fall on that bastards grave.
"Anyways, my darling, we can go now." You kissed your wife-to-be.
"Have fun rotting in hell!" Victoria screamed as the two of you walked back to the party.
