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· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · ❝You are nothing more than a fraud of someone I once loved.❞ · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
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‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚❝...Did that gal just slap the young master?!❞
A red-haired maid named Mey-Rin whispered yelled in shock, the tall cook beside her held his cheek as if he felt the impact of the slap. "Damn! Anyone else felt that?"
"Baldroy! This isn't funny, this isn't good... The young master is going to lose it!" Finnian muttered with worry, the gardener placing his straw hat over his face to shield his eyes from what was to come.
Both Sebastian's and Celine's eyes mirrored surprise, Elizabeth who stood behind Ciel covered her lips in shock until she spoke up. "(Y/n)!"
A hand was raised to seize the young woman's words, Ciel merely gazed down at you a light smile resting across his lips. Swiping his thumb against his burning cheek, seemingly not fazed.
"After all these years, must you be rude still?"
Jaw tightening at his words, your fingers clasping into a shaking fist. Forcing your gaze away, you brushed past him making your way to the nearest hallway no longer wishing to stand in front of Ciel.
Celine bowed deeply to the Earl who shifted his gaze towards the hallway you had disappeared to, as the maid spoke his attention was much somewhere else.
"My deepest Apologies, for my lady...she is rather emotional upon arriving at this manor. You must excuse her for her actions."
"Why don't we have some tea? I feel it's rather fitting for this...Sebastian?"
Turning away from the bowing maid, not responding to her apology Ciel began to walk towards Elizabeth who reached to touch his cheek only for the young man to grab her wrist gently. "I'm fine."
