Violet joined Mia in the middle of the hallway once she’d finished the other rooms. “Done?” she asked and Violet nodded.
There was a strange look on Mia’s face so Violet added, “I got the pleasure of running into Emily, she made a mess for me to pick, and tried to get me to lose my
After breakfast, Mia and Violet helped clean the dishes and prepare everything for lunch. Thankfully, lunch was easier than breakfast. There were only a few people who had stayed in to eat, though Mia told Violet dinner was usually the meal with the most attendance, and that’s the one the alpha tended to attend almost always. Knowing what she was doing, more or less, now Violet wasn’t as nervous as she was that morning.
Once again, the alpha wasn’t at breakfast and Nolan hadn’t seen him all morning. It had to be on purpose. He knew the alpha was going to speak with New Girl yesterday, but of course, Frank hadn’t come to see him afterward. Yanking Nolan’s chain as the alpha loved to do. He liked to claim it was to prepare Nolan to be an alpha. People tried to get under his skin all the time. It was a good try, but Nolan knew the truth. The alpha simply enjoyed messing with him. Honestly, Nolan didn’t usually mind. He was sure if his father was still alive, he’d do the same, and the alpha had tried to fill the void his father left
The next morning, Violet left her room to met with Mia. The conversation with the alpha yesterday was always at the forefront of her mind. To say the least, it had left her unsettled. First, what was Nolan’s deal? Why insult her then go and defend her? Secondly, the alpha wasn’t at all like Violet expected him and she was having a hard time picturing him as the cruel dictator Jeremy had described him. The only explanation Violet could come up with is she was seeing him from the inside, where he thought his hold of power was safe.
As the tray slid out of the oven and Violet managed to place it on the cooling tray while remaining burn-free, an enormous sense of pride filled her. After Violet’s last encounter with Emily, Mrs. Chaplin told her it was probably best to return to the kitchen. Violet didn’t mind, surprisingly. The duties involved in preparing the house’s meals had become familiar and the familiarities brought her a strange sense of comfort. Plus, none of the other duties had such good smells. The only drawback was her wrist.
Violet scrubbed the counters with singular focus or at least she was trying to give it her complete and total attention. It seemed her mind was intent on making her painfully aware of how much her life was a state of complete and total disaster. Her parents were dead, murdered, and Violet was starting to doubt the chance they would ever get justice. Her real friends seemed to have forgotten she ever existed, and the ‘friends’ she had now would kill her as soon as they discovered what she was. Then there was her birthday. It was her birthday today and she got to celebrate it by cooking food for her parents’ murderer.She was caught between wanting to scream at everyone and throw the knives she used to prepare their food at them and curling up in a corner and sobbing as hard as she could. Much as she tried, a few tears had escaped. Thankfully, no one noticed them.
Violet walked down the empty street filled with large homes. Her pace was slow, giving her time to think. The kiss with Nolan kept running through her mind. Nothing would come of it. Nolan must have been caught up in the moment or something and the kiss had been a mistake. Victoria knew that and had no plans of making a big deal about it, but still, the kiss was nice. She didn’t see the harm in enjoying the memory of it. It wasn’t like she had a lot to make her smile much anymore.Though her rational side argued they had more important things to think about, like getting into the alpha’s office. The smile fell from Violet’s face and she sighed. Sticking her hands in her pockets she looked down at her feet as she walked. The plan was to wait until Monday evening while everyone was at dinner. It seemed like the safest option. Though was any option safe?
Violet walked through the Alpha’s mansion with a cup of coffee in her hands. She wasn’t much of a coffee drinker but holding the warm cup helped relaxed her nervousness. Tomorrow was the day. The day she was going to make her move. She replayed the plan over and over in her head. As soon as the servers began serving dinner she would go upstairs to the alpha’s office. She would have a good thirty minutes at best to finish her search. The room wasn’t that big, it really shouldn’t take her that long to search the office.Stopping by the staircase that led up to the second floor, Violet took in a shaky breath. Every time she thought of breaking into the office, Violet started getting this sick feeling. She leaned against the railing and took a minute to concentrate on her breathing. She stared into the caramel-colored liquid, feeling her nausea start to pass. Hearing someone, Viol
Violet chewed on her lip as she moved the scrambled eggs on her plate. Thoughts of Nolan and their kiss wouldn’t leave her. She couldn’t believe that happened. Violet honestly figured the first had been a mistake, but there was no confusion on the second kiss. Nolan liked her… and she couldn’t deny it. Violet liked him too, despite that he could be a bit of a dick too. Typical bad boy. With a sigh, Violet rolled her eyes at herself. She was being lame, but still Violet did like Nolan and that was a problem. A big problem.First, liking him while lying about who she was made her feel so guilty her stomach was all twisted up which brought her to the second part. Nolan would hate her when he realized she was human. Hell, he might even be the first in line to ‘take her out.’ Her eyes stung at the idea of having him look at her with that cold look he had first given he