“Isn't that the darn thing?” Francess like others had spotted it easily, and laying there was Maria's diamond earring. “So it was never stolen but carelessly misplaced.” One of the ballet dancers mumbled, and Maria was frozen. The female guard had to walk over there and pick it up. It matched perfectly with the one Tessa plucked ruthlessly from Maria's right ear. The brown-haired lady refused to gaze at any and went hellishly quiet. Possibly, she would remain so for a while, and Klaus scoffed. “Won't an apology be rendered?” He uttered loud enough for Maria to hear, and Tessa responded instead. “Fuck that. Can we please return to our purpose of being here? Time is wasting, Mr. Klaus.” Visibly, she wanted to leave at the appointed time, and he instantly understood her reason. She surely didn't inform Doreen of this tryout, and perhaps wanted to keep it a secret from him. Klaus would gladly help. “Of course. Back to the room, please.” The ballet dancers and Klaus made their way b

“Dear, what's the matter? Tell me, please. You returned home last night and refused to even look either your mother or me in the eye. Did something bad happen at the tryouts, huh? You can always talk to me, Francess.”Killian spoke softly while stroking her lengthy brown hair. She remained still in his arms for some seconds before sitting upright. Balls of tears were already streaming down her cheeks, and he quickly wiped them away with his thumbs. “Francess, crying so early in the morning isn't going to do you any good.” He declared gently, and she bopped her head lightly. He patiently waited for over a minute before Francess began to speak. “Lloyd Williams invited me to their family dinner this evening.”Killian's eyes lightened in glee instantly, and he smiled widely. “That's great news! There you might be introduced as Doreen's…”“Doreen's betrothed. I know but…but Father, he doesn't like me! I became a ballet dancer majorly because of him, yet he doesn't give two fucks about

An hour or so had already elapsed into noon, and the first son of the Williams family was expected to be getting dressed or something. But Robert wasn't even in W Estate anymore. The tires of his dark Rolls-Royce halted at the penthouse of his younger brother, Lloyd. Some strands of his partially gray hair dangled across the peculiarly charming face of a man his age. His expensive leather shoes advanced closer to the massive house, and with just a simple knock, a maid shortly answered the door. “Ma-Master Robert, greetings!” She bowed respectfully, and he stepped in without uttering a word. He gazed around, and the emptiness of the living room but slight noises emanating from the stairs spelled a lot. “That fucker.” Robert gritted before rushing towards the staircase and then ascending it.The unholy sounds became louder with each step taken toward the last door in the hallway. It was slightly opened, and thoughtlessly, Robert kicked it. As the door widened, the two figures fu

“Stay back! A place like the Manor won't be infected by fucking a pauper's presence!” That harsh utterance of words elicited from no one's lips other than Maria.In front of the beautiful penthouse that belonged to Lloyd Williams, a red G-Wagon, and a posh dark limousine were parked in front of it. Already occupying the driver's seat of the limo was a well-dressed chauffeur, and at the back was the second son of Charlie Williams, and Maria.The classy car parked behind it had a chauffeur, and also… Francess D'Arcy.“I understand, Young Mistress.” The red-haired maid Octavia bowed decorously, and in the next instant, the tires of the expensive cars drove out of the compound.Octavia's eyes caught a glimpse of the beautiful brown-haired lady seated at the back. The silk frontal bangs of her hair did shield her eyes, but not her tears.The maid surely saw them, and it heightened her suspicion about Francess. About everything entirely.Since she accompanied Maria to the ballet tryouts th

Sophia has been phoned, and she tearfully informed him of their absence.“Why did she leave? Damn!” He abruptly parked the car and then ruffled his hair with both hands.Even Francess' number wasn't going through, and reaching out to the D'Arcy was…Their daughter would unhesitatingly agree to help him, but what if she demanded his signature: his signature was all that was needed to finalize their contract of marriage.This was becoming hopeless and Doreen needed help. Fast.Seemingly heavens answered his prayers, a knock was placed gently on his rolled-up tainted window.He sighed out heavily then pressed a button that lowered it and a well-distinguished aged man came to view.His top hat added to his elegant tuxedo, and Doreen wasn't wanting any meaningless conversation.“Excuse me, kind sir. You are Doreen Williams, yes? I wondered if you'd be kind enough to help recognize this broken phone.” His gloved hands presented a phone broken into two, and it belonged to… Tessa.“That's my