Riley and the Boxers | ✔️

Ten

T E N

Lads and gentlewomen, if there's one thing Beth cannot absolutely stand - it'd be bacteria, good or bad - she hates them all.

Now, i'm sure everyone hates contaminated things - but when you disgust the divas, you'll know exactly how they'll react: An epic overreaction. And that's exactly what we were looking for, but to the point she might consider leaving?

I didn't get my hopes up though, this was Beth we were talking about; The same girl who had such great perseverance that she even owned the Winter 1991 Limited Edition Mellesé Handbag. It was a factory error, as the the bag got dipped into both colours purple and blue, instead of one. And she managed to get her hands on it.

So yeah, this girl's got some extreme skills.

Anyways, everyone had just changed into their gym clothes to get ready for training - and of course, our mission to ship Beth back to England.

Yes, she had that awesome british accent which I envied.

We all chatted lowly around the hallway before Triston opened the door, revealing a shy, solicitous woman as he escorted her into the gym. We all gathered around to watch as they approached Elva.

"Just like you asked, I've found a maid for the week. Her name is Chloe Mustard and she's experienced." Triston informed Elva, his voice echoing loud and clear throughout the gym. Elva shot her a welcoming smile whilst Chloe greeted her hesitantly.

Jacob laughed. "Chloe Mustard? Who came up with that?"

Everyone turned to Jacob with angry faces and simultaneously told him to "sssshhhhh!"

Jacob gasped and clasped his mouth. "Sorry!"

Luckily, Elva didn't hear a thing.

"Well done, kiddo! Seems like she'll do her job well." Elva replied back, giving an enthusiastic high-five to both Triston and Chloe. I looked at Chance just as he twisted his head to make eye contact with me, and we smirked at each other.

Because this was our very plan. We had Lily play an, in actual fact, unexperienced maid who rocked a orange afro and extremely thick-framed glasses. We also added little bit fainted freckles to her cheeks to touch-up her disguise since she and Beth seemed to know each other. Then we would have her mess with Beth quite a bit.

It was the perfect plan. However, would it work just as perfectly? We could only pray.

"Excusez-moi." John's fluent french had cut through my train of thoughts and all seven of us moved aside, letting John through as he thanked us. Approaching Elva, he begun speaking to her. "The limo is ready. Your appointment is in twenty minutes, we must depart now." He escorted Elva through the gym, watching her walk off before quietly whispering to us, "How long do you guys need?"

"Please try to stall her as long as you can. We'll give you a call when it's safe." I answered, intertwining my hands together in a begging gesture. Yup that's right - John was in too, considering if Beth told Aunt Elva it would be the end of his career. He didn't know precisely how the plan went, but he never really asked either so it's all good.

He nodded. "Will do."

I watched as he exited the house, before accidentally being shoved into Chance, but he thankfully gripped my shoulders.

"Bethany coming through!"

The devil stalked in, walking towards the radio. She wore a light purple tracksuit like she was about to work out. I scowled at her as she placed a CD into the radio. "This is an album that I professionally recorded last year. I might sell copies, but let's jam to this exclusive for now!"