I was in the drawing room, trying to figure out which spoon was meant for tea and which for soup, when the butler walked in.
Guard
“Ma’am,”
Guard
“a woman is at the gate. She says she’s Mr. Heaven’s… close friend.”
Mia
Close friend?
Mia
I stood up slowly.
And right then, I heard stilettos clicking down the marble floor.
Too late.
She was already inside.
Tall. Elegant. The kind of beauty that makes you feel underdressed in your own home. Her sharp eyes scanned the room until they landed on me—and then flicked away like I wasn’t even worth the full glance.
Clara
“Heaven!”
Mia
She called, her voice like sugar laced with poison.
Clara
“Are you seriously hiding from me now?”
He came down the staircase, still adjusting his cufflinks. Calm, confident—like this wasn’t the first storm he’d walked through.
Heaven
“Clara"
Mia
She walked up, hugged him tightly. Too tightly. Too long.And I stood there. Watching.
Clara
“Oh, you didn’t tell me you had… company,”
Mia
She finally turned toward me, her red lips curving into something that tried to pass as a smile.
Mia
“I’m not company,”
Mia
“I’m his wife.”
Clara
“Oh,”
Clara
“How sudden.”
Mia
“Very,”
Mia
“But legal.”
Heaven walked between us
Heaven
“Clara, we can talk in the study.”
Mia
Before he left, he glanced at me—something flickered in his eyes. A silent apology? Or a warning?
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