“No!”Her response is so immediate I slap myself on the forehead. Of course it’s not. I heard her moaning just now.“I’m so sorry, Bridget. Forget I even asked. How about lunch or dinner? We have a lot to talk about and I'd like us to be up to date.”There’s still anxiety in Bridget’s voice but her
The grounds of my father’s mansion are as stunning as when I first saw it, except this time, something much more valuable than this mansion is sitting in his wheelchair outside the large oak double doors.Ian’s voice confirms my suspicion, “He’s really worried about you.”I nod in agreement with tha
I surprise him, “You have my full presence till 3pm today. There’s a good chance I might make a decision that changes that though. Do you know Bridget?”My father shakes his head and I chuckle as I inform him, “She’s a friend. A very good friend.She’s the one who’s been helping me run my fashion
A voice in my head reminds me of the reality of what I'm doing again, and I nod in agreement to it. I know what I'm doing. I’ve agreed to become Antonia Verentia Elcot. It means I'll be revealing one of my trump cards to Malachi, and to the world at large, but family isn’t meant to be a trump card.
“Hi, I understand you’re Bridget.”My father’s voice is as warm as an indoor fire. Bridget’s voice is cold as ice from the shock as she nods and responds, “Yes, that’s…. That’s me. It’s an honor to meet you Mr Elcot. I’ve heard so much about you.”My father smiles warmly at her and the sound of whir
For the duration of the lunch, Bridget does nothing other than speak to my father.I can tell tthat she’s still shocked by all that has happened. I think she’s more than surprised to be honest. I think she’s astounded, and mayb a bit hurt that i didn’t tell her of this earlier.I expected her to rea
Bridget’s pov.I feel like the worst person on the planet.I stare at Antonia even though i always knew something like this would happen. Call me crazy, but i wasn’t lying when i said i knew Antonia was someone special.I met her for the first time in high school. She was the silent type. Antonia. S
Antonia’s pov.Bridget is more like herself after our little talk in the kitchens. I should be happy.More than happy even, i should be ecstatic. I should be smiling in happines at myself. At tthe fact tthatt i was the one who was able to sense something was wrong with my friend, fix it, and then ge