Ava’s POVI couldn't believe what Isabella just said. "What? That's not true! Claire is just a friend from when I was a kid. We played together, and I accidentally almost hurt her once. How could you meet her and my mom?"Isabella shook her head, looking serious. "Ava, it's not a lie. I really met them. Claire, the one you're talking about, and your mom. They told me everything."My mind was all jumbled up. "Everything? But I lost touch with Claire a long time ago. How could you meet them?"Isabella motioned for me to come back and sit down. "Ava, I can explain everything. Just come back and sit, and I'll tell you the whole story."Slowly, I went back to my seat, still trying to understand what I just heard. I felt like I had been hit by a tornado of shocks. I took a sip of the water in the glass in front of me; it felt like I had been totally dehydrated, and my thoughts were as mixed up as a puzzle with missing pieces.Isabella took a deep breath, as if preparing for something big. "
Logan’s POVIn the patch case room, I found the elders already gathering, discussing the day's cases. As I entered, they all stood up to greet me—a customary gesture, a sign of respect for the head of the patch case section. "Logan, good to see you," Elder Johnson said, offering a hand for a firm handshake. "We've been going through the list of cases for today. You have quite a few on your plate."I took a moment to greet each elder, recognizing their presence. My assistant gave me the list of cases, and we delved into the details. The first case concerned a dispute between two neighbors over a property boundary. It seemed like a straightforward matter, but I knew the importance of addressing these problems promptly to avoid them from escalating. As we discussed the particulars of each case, I made notes and asked for additional information when required. The elders shared their insights, and together we formulated strategies to resolve the conflicts in a fair and just way. During
Ava’s POV I sat on my bed, a mischievous smile playing on my lips, as I heard Logan's voice calling out my name from downstairs. I knew he had received my message, and the anticipation of his arrival only fueled my excitement. "I hope my plan works out," I whispered to myself, glancing around for my most alluring nightgown.As I sifted through my wardrobe, I couldn't help but reflect on the journey Logan and I had been on. The recent moments of connection and rediscovery had filled my heart with warmth. I wanted to make tonight special—not just for Logan but for myself too. I had a plan in mind, one that involved surprises and a little bit of mischief.Finally settling on a delicate, lace-adorned nightgown, I couldn't suppress a giggle. "This should do the trick," I thought, imagining Logan's reaction. I carefully adjusted my hair, adding a subtle touch of perfume. I wanted everything to be perfect when Logan reached our bedroom.As I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, excitem
Isabella’s POV I sat in the car, tapping my fingers on the driving wheel with mounting frustration. Glancing at my phone, I checked the time and sighed. Ava was meant to meet me here, but she seemed to be taking longer than planned. I decided to give her a call, and frustration was clear in the way I dialed the number.As the phone rang, my impatience rose. Ring after ring went, and just when I was going to discontinue the call, Ava finally picked up."Where are you?" I asked, my tone a mix of concern and frustration.Ava's voice came through the phone: "Hey, Isabella. I'm sorry; I got held up a bit. I'm nearby, and I'll be there shortly."I couldn't hide my impatience. "You should've been here by now. We need to get going, and I can't wait forever."Ava said, "I know, Isabella. I'm on my way. Just a couple more minutes, okay?"I sighed, "Fine, but be speedy. We don't have all day."As I waited for Ava, I glanced out of the car window, watching the passing automobiles and pedestrians
Isabella’s POV I stood there, still in Claire's mother's warm embrace, my mind reeling from the unexpected discovery. The words rang in my ears: "Your parents are royalty." My eyes widened in disbelief, and I pulled back slightly to look at Claire's mother, wanting confirmation."Wait! What?!" I shouted, my voice a mix of confusion and shock. "I don't get it. How are my family royalty? I thought Isabella was lying to me, but hearing this from you... I don't know what to believe."Claire's mother nodded, her face serious yet filled with empathy. "I understand, Ava. It's a lot to take in. Your family, your parents, are of royal blood. You are part of a lineage that carries a lot of weight in history."My mind raced as I tried to understand the information. Royalty? It seemed like a far-fetched thought, something out of a fairy tale. I glanced at Claire, hoping for some clarity, but her friend's eyes reflected a mix of understanding and pity."I know this must be overwhelming," Claire's
Ava’s POVI shook my head, and tears were still running down my face. She said, "I can't believe this, Isabella. It's just too much of everything." Isabella put her hand on my shoulder to make me feel better. "I understand how hard it is, but Claire didn't mean to hurt you." She was in a tough spot. I sniffled and looked at Isabella with a sad and angry face. "I believed we were close friends. I believed we shared everything. Isabella nodded sympathetically. "I know, Ava. But sometimes people keep things hidden, thinking it's for the best. Claire was scared of losing you."I sighed, wiping away tears. "I just need some time alone, Isabella. I need to figure out what to do." As we stood outside, I took a deep breath. "Isabella, please, can you drive me out of this place? I need to leave right now." Isabella looked at me, worry etched on her face. "Sure, Ava. Let's go." She led me to her car, opening the door for me. The car journey was silent; the hum of the engine and the odd sound of
Ava’s POVI woke up to the gentle warmth of the morning sun shining through the curtains. As the soft light kissed my face, I blinked away the remains of sleep and yawned. "Wow, it's morning already," I cried, surprised at how quickly the night had passed.The events of the previous day rushed back to me, and I sighed, remembering the mix of feelings that had overwhelmed me.I sat up in bed, letting out a pleasant stretch, feeling my muscles loosen. The hotel room was now bathed in the soft glow of daytime, and I took a moment to absorb my surroundings. The walls, once witnesses to my inner turmoil, now seemed more comfortable in the morning light.I couldn't shake off the thoughts from the previous night. The questions stayed in my mind, and I couldn't ignore the need for answers.Determined to unravel the mysteries surrounding my family's and Logan's involvement, I chose to face the day with a sense of purpose."I need to find out the truth," I mumbled to myself, as if affirming a d
Ava’s POV"Sure thing, Ava. What do you need?" Damien asked, turning back to face me."Well, I hate to trouble you, but do you think you could get me a spare laptop? I need to check something, and I can't use mine," I explained, my request laced with a sense of urgency.Damien nodded, understanding the gravity of my request. "Of course, Ava. I'll arrange for a spare laptop for you. Is there anything specific you're looking for?"I paused for a moment, considering how much to reveal. "I'm trying to find some information about someone, and I can't risk using my current laptop. If it's possible, I need a clean slate to do this search. A fresh start, you know?"Damien's eyes reflected a mix of curiosity and concern. "I get it, Ava. No worries. I'll make sure to get you a spare laptop, and it'll be clean and ready for your search. Anything else you need?"I shook my head, grateful for Damien's willingness to assist. "No, that should be it. Thank you, Damien. I really appreciate your help."