I walk towards it, gingerly touching the paints when someone slams into me. I lurch forward, trying to gain my balance when one of the liquid paints topples down, causing the colored liquid to bleed into the dress I am wearing. I gasp and whirl around only to see the maid looking at me with a weird
Fiona’s POV “You all recognize the necklace she wears, don’t you?” Slowly, I lift my head up as Micah’s acidic tone threatens to eviscerate everything in his path. I watch as Alara gasps, her eyes fastened on the necklace he has taken off my neck. A slow and devilish smile forms on Micah’s face, a
However, before I can think about it further, he takes my hand in his and walks me out of the room. I follow him silently. All the way to his car, where he tucks me inside and fastens the seat belt over me. Then, he gets into the driver's seat and powers the engine. I twist my hands together as I f
Fiona’s POV "What?!" I sputter as I watch Micah casually saunter into his apartment and pour a drink into a delicate champagne glass. I can't believe he's this relaxed after what he just revealed to me. At my bafflement, he turns and lifts a perfect eyebrow at me, slight amusement glittering in h
Micah says calmly before he fishes out his phone from his pocket. Smiling widely, I quickly down the rest of my drink, happy with the way things are going. Micah dials the number and puts it on speaker. I watch him as he casually waits for his grandmother to pick up the phone. When her voice comes
Fiona’s POV The next few days feel like a beautiful dream. Somehow Micah’s apartment is filled with all the things that I love. The fridge is stocked with my favorite food. The washroom is equipped with all the products I love to use. Even my room smells of my favorite vanilla scented candles. I
My cheeks turn pink at the insults and my eyes burn. I cannot believe the amount of hate she is so casually wielding against me. “I have heard you were planning a wedding with some Royal, weren’t you Fiona?” She gives out a cruel laugh. “Have you even seen yourself? Did you really think yourself so
Third POV Things are not going well for Jeremy. He can't shake the image from his mind—the way Micah's hand had rested on Fiona's waist, the way she had smiled up at him. It replays like a broken record, intensifying the knot of jealousy and uncertainty in his chest. Sitting in the kitchen, Jerem