𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 || 16+

....✿︎🥀✿︎....

💂💂💂💂

"Are you excited for the upcoming ball?" I asked now finally fed up with her blabbering of her desire for admiring me more than I ever did for myself. Just how much can a woman talk? I don't like women who talk so much.

She put a stop on whatever she was blabbering. And then proceeded with another yet boring topic.

"Oh, yeah, the ball..... I am excited for it. You know? I have even prepared my dress for it from now. The ball is day after tomorrow right?"

"Indeed"

"This time.....sir Cedric.....can you please dance with me?"

"Why so?" I asked without being bothered by her request.

"Because I want to dance with you and because you never dance with anyone. Wouldn't be totally mind blowing if I be your first ever dance partner?"

"Oh but I am not good enough for that." I said without even bothering to shift my eyes towards her and walking in this awkward position. She remained quiet until I spoke again.

"This mansion.....it looks quite beautiful." I looked at the exterior of the mansion and spoke in the fakest accent possible. It's true that it's quite very beautiful but this place hids secrets way more disturbing than possibly a cult ever could.

She exclaimed my praise in quite an exciting way speaking about how much grateful she is that I liked the mansion as if by my saying, she'll agree to give it to me.

And then she started speaking about how her mansion from inside or how she keeps it clean and makes sure to maintain it through their servants.

I looked at her mother who is silently walking behind us and keeping her head down. A slight smirk appeared on my face when I asked her,

"What do you think, mrs Rodwick? This place is so beautiful that it almost too good to be true, right?"

Hearing my calm yet cold tone Merinda flinched but her mother, goodness, Mary Rodwick seems to catch what I meant or else she wouldn't be trembling by now just by my mere question. Gotcha!

And just then her mother took the initiative to come forward and forcefully taking Merinda's arm away from my bicep which I felt thankful for, she guided me to move forward while she took her away and eventually sent her inside.

And then started guiding me towards their greenhouse to talk, probably.

I gave her a side narrow eyed look and keeping my smirk on, I spoke in a calm wishper,

"Mrs. Rodwick, you're quite clever, I must say." And she flinched away subconsciously but still trying her best to maintain her demeanour, she spoke in rather a polite tone,

"I-I don't understand what you're trying to say, Cedric but please avoid such suspicious things here. We have quite the enemies." She said keeping a weak smile plastered on her face.

"Ah? Is that so? And who might those enemies you spoke of, may be?" I said amused by her addressing her problems.

"You know it. Those bloody Indians. They can never do anything. Just when will get to rid of them, I wonder." She spoke in way as if she has been given the responsibility to cleanse this place from Indians.

Anyone else would do and even I would willingly do but not what's mine. And I don't care about her being Indian. She's mine and that's my final decision. And if anyone else try to go against this or hurt her, hell will shower upon them.