Chapter 19: Millie

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Oh my God!!!! I am so nervous. I had just run into Nicu after getting out of the super market. I hoped he wouldn't recognise but he did! He was actually quite sweet for his hard demeanour that Stefan always described. He asked me if I was staying with Hester so I said yes and then he asked how long I'd be here so I said this year to keep Hester company and then he invited me to dinner that night and to not tell Stefan incase I saw him somewhere. I just nodded and walked away. Ugh! I hate lieing not that I haven't lied before but the lies  never really worked then.

So I went to the camp in the evening dressed in a sleeveless black frilled dress upto my knees. Stefan opened the door of his caravan before I even got to the steps and came over to me.

"You have to go!", he hissed.

"But.."

"I'll listen later..but you have to go now."

" Stefan!", called Nicu from the caravan steps." I called her over." He was smirking. Stefan turned to me as I shrugged. He gulped and we walked over to the caravan. We were in for another surprise. Nana was joining us. I saw the blood drain from Stefan's face. I felt bad but the night wasn't too bad for a while. Then Nana asked me about my Ma.

I was a bit blank for a second but then started talking.

"Oh uh...Ma she's fine...back at home...like in a caravan...in Brighton." Nana raised an eyebrow but thankfully didn't say anything. Then Nicu and Nana said they'd do the dishes so we could have a little personal time. Stefan led me outside by the hand to a tree close by.

" We should tell them", I said.

"No, they won't accept if they knew."

"Knew what?"

We turned to see Nana standing next to us.

Stefan squeezed my hand.

"I'm a gorga...I'm Hester's friend.We met eachother a couple of months ago and that's how I met Stefan."

Nana's eyes bulged." I really love Stefan..."

"So do I ", said Stefan not looking up.

Nana walked off to her trailer. Stefan chased after her and I left behind the woods.

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