Chapter 6

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Ever since she was an little girl she got everything she's wished for, at least that's what My-dear remembers whether it be brand new L'Oréal makeup set or an new collection of Gucci bags she had them all. She would walk around showing the public of her new arrival accessories or tease her friends of what they didn't have enjoying the compliments from both guys and girls...how pretty or stunning she looks, when she would get bored from them instead of throwing them away or donating it to charity she would simply give it to her little sister and buy more for herself.




She had never received no from anything she demanded not for an ice cream ever But once for her lifetime she got the Big NO. Not because she asked for another Gucci bag or makeup set, she did one thing which every girl does one thing which is very common in the entire nation...she Confessed her dying love to the most winsome bachelor in the kingdom...Prince Kiet and What does he give in reply to her dying love for him?...Rejection.





Yes that one pitiful word she never got in her life never heard of appeared and crumbled all the hopes and dreams she imagined to have with him, it was like an pike of stones had been thrown on her fragile heart sending it down beneath the surface where it can never get back up. My-dear signed as she leaned back against the tree by the riverside frowning when she brought the Gucci bag in her view, it was brand new the latest edition to release this month But for some reason holding the product in her hands didn't give then satisfaction she usually gets...it just felt dead than anything.




This day reflected on her mood swing, as depressed and down she was the sky was covered with grey clouds hiding every sunlight to let the thunder start its work. She remembered the words her beloved Prince Kiet said to her which led to the rejection.




I'm sorry My-dear, I must apologise for not returning your feelings you feel for me...you're lovely lady I'm sure of that and you'll find your Prince Charming somewhere But...it's not me. I hope you'll understand



Straight forward he said and walked away leaving her behind with tears of heart break alone, wiping her fallen tears she stood up and walked along the narrow path knowing she had to move on had to stop loving him and chase him when he doesn't want to be chased. She had to show her warrior side cause nobody would want an weakling girl useless for nothing like an feather.



Carrying that broken heart where she was going lost herself in deep thoughts she didn't care to pay to the surroundings kept walking to an unknown area until she lost her balance felt her knees collide with something hard yet hearing an grunt sound sounded so strange, she frowned her eyebrows looking back at her shoulder only to see an boy crunched down hiding his face behind an bush within an camera in his hands taking pictures of something particular had him grinning like an fool.



Having her curiosity alerted she came closer the gap between them going away as she peeked at what the boy was taking But pouted when she saw the blank screen of the camera as the top hole of the camera was being used for.




" Excuse my pardon boy, But What are you doing?..."


That said boy looked from the corner from his eye and grinned sheepishly being caught in the act, he moved a bit closer to My-dear lifting his two first fingers to her sign as to lean in closer, she followed his order and came as the boy got near her ear telling his mission.

" See I've been sent on an very confidently task, have to report something not acceptable here and inform my boss. Been told so spy on those two guys and snap their photos to my boss,"




My-dear thought hard on who it was that committed such an bad thing almost like an crime happened in that they are being stalked and every detail is sent out to discuss like students who don't do well on their studies. She was about to let it go the idea of finding out who this guy was spying at But stopped immediately when she saw the flock of brown hair and heard the familiar voice which she and her family order around.



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