C H A P T E R S E V E N
Laurel turned down a corridor, with Zola at her side, with her fingers interlocked across her waist. Personally, the clothing wasn't a bother to Laurel at all; as a child, she was raised a slave and was forced to wear the most retched clothing she'd ever smelled. It was where she'd met Lady Ford, before either of them had been aware of their Titling, or the Entwinement.
"It's good you're walking out and about." Zola commented.
Laurel didn't reply, she just hummed a response. She froze in her tracks as she saw Lady Ford talking with Sir Gregory in a stairwell, it didn't look like a very friendly conversation.
"Zola, will you excuse me for a moment?" Laurel asked, and without a reply she left anyways.
"Oh, yeah, sure, I'll just find all of the fun things to do it the Westlands, like knitting, that is all ways fun." Zola rolled her eyes at her sarcastic comment and turned away.
Once Laurel had approached the couple, it was the first time her and Lady Ford had made proper eye contact since they were children. "Pardon, me, and I interrupting something?" Laurel batted her eyelashes and gave a sympathetic smile.
Ford scoffed, "Actually—"
"Not at all." Sir Gregory intruded before bowing in Laurel's presence. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Supreme." Laurel blushed as she curtsied, he was a very handsome man and Laurel had no doubt about that. "We can continue this conversation another time." He suggested to Ford.
"Gregory, I highly—"
"It was very nice to meet you, Laurel." He brushed his hand across her shoulder before descending the staircase.
Ford tilted her head at Laurel. "And what do you want?"
"I need to speak with you."
Ford scoffed and walked up the staircase, Laurel followed. "I do not have time for this right now, Laur."
Laurel took hold of her wrist as soon as the reached the second floor. "Ford, please."
"Don't touch me!" Ford pulled back. "I haven't laid eyes on you in years, and the first thing I hear of you is that your daughter has been taken by President Cloak? The daughter of Enoch Staanguard, Laurel! What in Hells name were you thinking?"
"I wasn't thinking, Ford!" Laurel yelled. "I know what I did, but even if I could I wouldn't change a thing because I have Minx."
"She is untwined now because of you."
Laurel maliciously laughed. "Do you think I care? Why does it matter if she finds her soul mate, no one who has ever been entwined has life a perfect life with their entwined."
"I did." Ford admitted. "For awhile I did, I may have been a prisoner, but I was happy, we were happy."
Laurel bit her lip. "We were children, Ford. Minx is a child, my child; she's the only thing that matters to me now."
Laurel hadn't even noticed the tears welding up in Ford's eyes. "Wow, all these years of wondering if you still loved me, just slapped me right in the face."
"Ford, I don't know you anymore." Laurel responded truthfully. "The last thing I remember of you was when we were taken home, that place wasn't our home."
