A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 8

The days passed swiftly, like fleeting whispers carried on the wind. Each sunrise brought with it a renewed sense of purpose, while each sunset marked the end of another chapter in the unfolding story of life. Time seemed to slip through their fingers like grains of sand, leaving behind memories etched in the fabric of their existence.

Freen sat on the sofa, her patience wearing thin as she waited for her blind date person which is Orn Armstrong. She couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration at being forced into this situation by her mother and grandmother, who seemed determined to see her married off as soon as possible. At just 33 years old, Freen felt the weight of their expectations bearing down on her, the pressure to find a suitable partner becoming increasingly suffocating with each passing day.

Rebecca at the other side, coming to the same place and from afar, she could see a figure that looking so good in her navy blue suit. Her face expressions was so cold, and she sitting straight as if she was daydreaming and not noticing anything around her.

Slowly, rebecca approach her makes freen quickly turn her head, only to see the same girl she met and help before. Freen was so shock and weird but she still maintaining her coldness while rebecca was smiling sweetly and politely to her.

Rebecca was adorned in a stunning pink dress that seemed to radiate with an ethereal glow, the delicate fabric cascading in graceful folds around her figure. The soft hue of the dress complemented her complexion perfectly, casting a rosy glow over her features and accentuating her natural beauty.

Intricate lace embellishments adorned the bodice, adding a touch of elegance and sophistication to the ensemble, while a subtle shimmer danced across the fabric with every movement, catching the light in a mesmerizing display of luminescence.

The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her slender waist and feminine silhouette with understated allure. As she moved, the hem of the dress swirled around her ankles like a cascade of petals, lending an air of whimsy and romance to her appearance. With her hair swept up in an intricate updo and a hint of pink blush gracing her cheeks, Rebecca was the epitome of timeless beauty and grace, a vision to behold in her resplendent attire.

"Hello, His royal highness, Ms and Prince Freen Sarocha Chankimha." Rebecca greet and slightly bow her head in front of her.

"Could i sit for a second?" Rebecca ask.

"Rebecca?" Freen mutters in weird, of why she's coming here. With her eyebrows furrowed lightly and lips still smiling, rebecca take a sit on the sofa across to freen and stares to her. "You know me?"

Freen look away and answer. "I know my date's family. You're Orn's sister."

"You got it wrong. I was adopted young, so im not Orn's real sister and im not a real daughter to Armstrong either." Rebecca said calmly, she still smiling and talking to freen politely.