Chapter 15
"Are they here yet, Hillary?" Hillary rolled her eyes as she stands up from the couch. It was already evening and many of the invited persons have already arrived. Hush was greeting them, He would be shaking hands as they get lost in his visuals. Hillary could only give her Mother a side eye at how excited she was to meet Nefetari with the twins.
"It's Hush that invited them and you're the one so excited." Hillary could not help but be highly amused about it. She was looking outside the gate too, patiently and impatiently waiting. Nymph gave her go signal already that she would participate in going but it was taking quite some time.
Mrs. Vaughn raised her brows playfully and sighed. "I can't help it, Nymph is still my daughter no matter what. I love that sweet girl." Hillary felt her heart ache at her Mother's response. Nymph would always have a special place her family's heart. The fact that her Mom still sees Nymph as her daughter as if there was never a divorce that happened.
Hillary looked down and took a deep breath."Well, she's happy with her kids now." She said with a proud smile then crossed her arms, smiling at the persons who passed them by.
Hillary's Mother nodded her head in agreement to that. "Yes, she's definitely a Mother now. A dream of the two of you." She murmured the next sentence and Hillary could only ttbierly smile. She hated it when people brings up her past mistakes. She knew what she did and how many people she had hurt pretty badly.
Yet she couldn't help but look at things in a better life, if she never had turned away and fought for their dream.
To crave a love they dreamt.
"She's the only one who succeeded and I'm proud of her for that." Hillary murmured, she softly smiled and sighed trying not to think so much of the past. She paid for the price and dug her own grave, only for her to not be the one placed there. Hillary's Mom had a softened expression. She gently rubbed her daughter back in gently, soothing motions.
"You would've been a good Mom." Mrs. Vaughn murmured, Hillary rolls her eyes and playfully laughs it off. Not wanting to have a break down during her older brother's birthday. It was a bitter memory of her and the words her Mother said had stung deeply within her.
Hillary clasped her hands together, a bundle of air puffed out of her lungs. "There's a reason why they take away the things you anticipated to have." She worded out, to her it might be unfair but she looks back at the cruel things she did. She deserved that.
"Maybe I never deserved that bundle of happiness." Hillary murmured, she smiled bitterly. She might've hated her past but remembering the one thing that lit her dark home when her luminous light flickered off. A tiny firefly, a weak light that guided her, still.
Hillary was already greeting her friends, narrowing her eyes giving them shady looks which was a normal expression to them now. Mrs. Vaughn was called on by the organizer which was why she's the one left. She continues greeting them, The host already letting everyone gather in and just in time. Nymph showed up, she held the baby boy in her arms and the baby girl holding her hand, Harvey with her noisy ass bugatti was not even a shocker anymore. They were all used to the loudness of the vehicle.
Hillary felt herself checking out on Nefetari, she had more curves now. Prominent and precise as one might say. It complimented her body. The satin black mini dress, it shaped her firmly, from her hips, waist and her perfect breasts.
Harvey gave her elder twin and 'fuck are you looking at' look with that furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. Hillary rolls her eyes before looking away and clearing her throat as they approach.
"Happy bwirthde," The little girl said in an enthusiastic tone, happily jumping as he holds Nymph's arms.
"Hwappy birth...day." The little boy said shyly before he turns to his Momma and hid on the crook of Nymph's neck. Nymph smiles and laughed softly at the little misconceptions of the little one as they greeted Hillary.
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