𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩𐙚˙maison⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩
𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩"Alright, enough chit chat, tell me. Im dying to know!" Rachel leans across the table on her forearms, she eyes looking back and forth between mine excitedly.
I groan, and reach for another piece of bread on the table in front of us. The punkin hits my tongue and I shove enther tiny piece in my mouth.
Rachel's waits inatiently.
"There's nothing to tell Rachel, I promise. We don't talk as much as you'd think, I simply just live there."
She rolls her eyes at my statement, or more so a lie, and cocks her head.
"Oh please, Maison. You guys were the talk of the night, you being Rivers arm candy and all." She takes a bite of her cheesecake sitting in front of her.
I gasp and shake my head at her ridiculous statement.
No, we were not!" Rachel's gives me another look.
"It wasn't just Mrs. Smith who was jealous. I mean I was even a little envious of you."
"Of me?" She nods.
"You're beautifully Maison... and you also got the man every girl in there wants. That, and don't even get me started on Larson. Once they find out about you and the best lawyer in town... You'll never catch a break."
She continues to eat her cheesecake, pausing to take a sip of the coffee she has on the side. Her bodyguard sits at the table next to us, watching.
I Throw a small wave in his direction, to which he nods his head. Rachel follows my movements, glancing at the man, smiling as well.
"Oh, Bernard doesn't care, were besties." She sends him a wink.
Deciding to return back to the previous conversation, I speak up.
"How are people so shocked about me and River? Has he never had a girlfriend before."
She hums, setting her fork down, her tongue running over her teeth.
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RomansaMaison has spent most of her life living a lie, alone and running. Running from her past. But when news spreads in her home town, she packs her life up and runs, anywhere, and preferably something small. When she stumbles upon Wisteria cove, she se...