Worst Nightmare

Chapter 24

Authors Pov

Next day, Evening Faye comes to the Villa, dressed as Prince, wearing her signature mask...

She comes to meet Yoko, she brings flowers, and Yoko gets surprised that the prince never bought her flowers and even agrees to take her to beach at night and is the prince soft suddenly. Charlotte, Freen, Faye and Yoko go to the beach house where no one is allowed like VIP place and Yoko just sits on the sand looking at the Sea.

The night was calm, the moonlight casting a silver glow over the secluded beach. The gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore added a serene melody to the scene. Yoko sat on the soft sand, her knees pulled to her chest, gazing at the endless horizon. The sea mirrored the sky, a canvas of stars scattered across its surface.

Earlier that evening, Faye had arrived at Yoko's room with a bouquet of delicate white lilies and pink roses. Yoko had been caught off guard, her expression shifting from confusion to mild disbelief.

"You brought me flowers?" Yoko had asked, her tone laced with surprise and suspicion. "The Prince doesn't strike me as someone who does... this."

Faye, trying to mask her nerves, had offered a small smile. "Maybe I'm full of surprises," she had replied, her voice softer than usual.

That moment lingered in Yoko's mind as she sat by the sea now, the flowers resting on a small table inside the luxurious beach house they'd arrived at. Faye's behavior had been so uncharacteristically gentle that Yoko couldn't help but question it.

Charlotte and Freen sat a little farther back on the sand, talking in hushed tones, giving Yoko and Faye space. Faye, however, stood a few feet behind Yoko, watching her with a mix of caution and longing. The moonlight illuminated Yoko's profile, her hair gently swaying in the sea breeze.

Faye finally gathered the courage to step closer, her footsteps soft against the sand. She lowered herself to sit beside Yoko, keeping a respectful distance. For a while, neither of them spoke, letting the sound of the waves fill the silence.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Yoko finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It is," Faye replied, though her gaze was fixed on Yoko rather than the sea.

Yoko turned to face her, her brows knitting slightly. "You're different tonight. Softer, quieter. Why?"

Faye hesitated, looking down at her hands. "Maybe I needed a reminder of what it feels like to slow down, to appreciate something... or someone."

Yoko blinked, her heart skipping a beat at Faye's words. She looked away, her cheeks warming despite the cool breeze. "You're strange tonight," she muttered, more to herself than Faye.

Faye chuckled softly, her voice carrying a warmth that seemed to wrap around Yoko like the night air. "Strange isn't always bad."

The silence returned, comfortable this time. After a while, Yoko spoke again, her voice lighter. "You promised to take me to the beach, and you did. Thank you."

"I'll keep every promise I make to you," Faye said, her voice steady, but the weight of her words hung between them.

Yoko turned to look at her again, searching her face for answers to questions she didn't know how to ask. The vulnerability in Faye's eyes was disarming, and for the first time, Yoko wondered if there was more to the Prince than she had assumed.

As the waves lapped at the shore, the two sat in silence, their unspoken thoughts and emotions filling the space between them. Nearby, Charlotte and Freen exchanged a knowing glance, recognizing the fragile yet significant moment unfolding before them.