Unexpectedly Yours

Chapter 9

Piper's pov

My heart pounded as I stared at the woman in front of me. Her smile might have seemed welcoming at first glance, but there was a coldness in her eyes that made me feel like I was standing on the edge of a cliff. She looked like the kind of person who wouldn’t hesitate to push you over if you crossed her.

Desperate for help, I glanced over at my friends, hoping someone would step in. But when I locked eyes with Elise, my stomach dropped.

'Oh no...'

A wave of dread washed over me. Elise was smirking that smirk. The one that meant she'd found a new target. My eyes widened as I tried to warn her with a sharp glare, but it was too late.

Before I could react, Elise was already holding the woman’s hand, bringing it to her lips with her signature, infuriating smirk.

"Hello, beautiful lady" 

she purred, her voice dripping with flirtation.

 "I'm Elise Cromwell. Age 16, atheist, and a willing slave for beautiful girls like you. May I ask your name?"

My jaw practically hit the floor. This friend of mine was going to dig us all a grave! I had been worried about embarrassing myself, but it turns out Elise was more than capable of handling that for me.

Serena was quick to pull out her phone, recording the whole spectacle, while Iris barely managed to stifle her laughter behind a hand.

I facepalmed, unable to look at the cringe worthy interaction unfolding before me.

The woman stared at Elise, her smile strained to the point of breaking. Her lips twitched, clearly struggling to maintain any semblance of politeness.

'That's the most forced smile I've ever seen...'

With a quick, irritated motion, she yanked her hand out of Elise's grasp and wiped it off as if she had touched something dirty.

"Thank you, but I'm not interested" 

she replied, her tone icy. 

"May I ask what your purpose is for coming here?"

Elise opened her mouth to respond, but I didn’t give her the chance. I shoved her aside, stepping forward quickly.

"Sorry about her" 

I apologized hastily, my voice trembling slightly. 

"She’s always like this, I hope you don’t mind. We’re here for Alexander he’s my model, and I’m here to take his measurements."

I extended my hand toward the woman, praying she would take it and let me salvage the situation.

She visibly winced at the mention of Elise’s name, her expression darkening with annoyance. As she wiped her hand again, she turned her attention to me, eyes narrowing as she studied me closely.

"I see" 

she finally said, her voice softened just a bit.

 "He did mention he was doing a modeling gig. I'm Judith Kennedy, Alexander's cousin."

Relief washed over me as she finally took my hand and shook it.

'Thank god!'