TAG #IV

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By gqndcuzimjane

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The Wedding Day

Millicent had tried her best to avoid Veronica since the engagement was announced, but the wedding day was inevitable. The grand event was held in a sprawling garden, the kind that looked straight out of a fairytale.

Twinkling lights hung from towering trees, while white and gold flowers lined the aisle. Guests in elegant attire filled the space, their chatter creating a soft hum.

Millicent sat in the third row, close enough to see everything but far enough to avoid being pulled into the spotlight. Beside her, Calista reached over to hold her hand, a small gesture of reassurance.

“You don’t have to look so tense,” Calista whispered, leaning closer.

“I’m fine,” Millicent lied, her gaze fixed on the altar.

Veronica appeared moments later, gliding down the aisle in a gown that seemed to sparkle under the golden evening light. Her beauty was undeniable, and her confident smirk as she locked eyes with Millicent for a brief moment made Millicent’s stomach churn.

Edward stood waiting at the altar, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension between his bride and his sister. The ceremony proceeded without a hitch, vows exchanged, rings slipped onto fingers, and finally, the kiss that sealed their union. Applause erupted around them, but Millicent felt like she couldn’t breathe.

---

Days after the wedding, Millicent learned of her parents’ decision.

“She needs to stay here,” her father said over breakfast, his tone leaving little room for argument. “Veronica’s family situation is complicated. It’s better for her to be with us.”

Millicent slammed her coffee cup onto the table. “Are you serious? She’s married now. She doesn’t need to live here.”

Her mother sighed, placing a gentle hand on her husband’s arm. “It’s not just about her. Edward travels frequently for work, and it’s important for her to feel supported. Besides, this is her family now too.”

“This is ridiculous,” Millicent snapped. “I won’t have her disrupting my life.”

Her father frowned, his voice turning stern. “This isn’t up for discussion, Millicent. Veronica will stay here, and I expect you to be civil.”

Millicent’s jaw tightened. “Fine. But don’t expect me to pretend I’m okay with this.”

---

For a while, things seemed to settle. Millicent focused on her work and spent her free time with Calista, cherishing their dates and quiet moments together. She avoided Veronica as much as possible, thankful for the mansion’s size, which made it easy to steer clear of her.

One evening, after a particularly wonderful date with Calista, Millicent returned home feeling content. But as she pulled into the driveway, her smile faded. Cars filled the courtyard, and lights spilled out from every window.

“What the hell is going on?” she muttered, parking in the garage.

Inside, the house was buzzing with activity. Relatives, family friends, and even Edward’s colleagues filled the space, laughing and chatting. Millicent forced a polite smile as she made her way through the crowd, ignoring the curious glances thrown her way.

She barely had time to relax in her room before there was a knock at the door.

“Millicent,” her mother called.

With a sigh, Millicent opened the door. “What is it now?”

“Come downstairs,” her mother said curtly.

“Why are there so many people here?” Millicent asked, but her mother walked away without answering.

Downstairs, a large banner caught her eye: Welcome Bride Home.

Millicent’s stomach sank. Her eyes darted around the room until they landed on Veronica, standing by Edward and their parents, looking smug as ever.

The rest of the evening was a blur. Millicent kept to herself, ignoring her nephews and nieces and avoiding any meaningful conversations. When the party finally ended, she retreated to her room, hoping for some peace.

*Nightmare*

Millicent’s dreams were rarely vivid, but that night was different.

She was in the mansion, but it felt darker, colder. Shadows clung to the walls, and the air was heavy with an ominous stillness.

“Calista?” she called, her voice echoing down the empty halls.

No answer. Panic set in as she searched room after room, her footsteps quickening. Finally, she found Calista in the living room.

But something was wrong. Calista was slumped on the floor, her eyes wide with terror, blood pooling around her. Standing over her was Veronica, holding a knife, her expression calm and unbothered.

“You didn’t think I’d let her keep you, did you?” Veronica said, her voice dripping with malice.

“No!” Millicent screamed, rushing forward, but her legs felt like they were moving through water.

Veronica turned her attention to Millicent, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “You’re mine now.”

Millicent tried to fight, but Veronica was relentless, her grip like iron. The last thing Millicent saw before waking up was Veronica’s face, inches from hers, whispering, “No one else will ever have you.”

---

Millicent woke up drenched in sweat, her heart racing. The dream had been so real, so visceral. She spent the morning in a daze, barely touching her breakfast before heading out.

“Where to, Miss?” her driver asked.

“Jaide’s place,” she said after a moment’s hesitation.

Jaide lived in a luxurious penthouse in one of the tallest buildings in the city. Millicent always felt a sense of relief stepping into Jaide’s space, a haven away from her chaotic family life.

Over cups of coffee, Millicent and Jaide exchanged stories of their struggles. Jaide, ever the pragmatic friend, warned her about the dangers of getting too close to anyone outside of her relationship with Calista.

But Millicent couldn’t stop thinking about someone else—Margaret Vecchio, or as she affectionately called her, Ria.

---

Later that evening, Millicent found herself outside a sleek, modern villa. She’d told her driver to wait in the car and not to ask questions.

When the door opened, it wasn’t Ria who greeted her. Instead, a woman with long, silky black hair stood there, her features strikingly similar but with a softer edge.

“Sharon Vecchio,” the woman introduced herself, her voice as smooth as honey. “Ria’s twin sister.”

Millicent sighed, though she couldn’t deny Sharon’s charm.

Sharon welcomed her inside, offering her a cup of tea and engaging her in warm conversation. She was sweet, with a gentle demeanor that made Millicent feel unexpectedly at ease.

By the time Millicent left, she found herself smiling—a rare moment of peace amidst the storm of her life.

---

When Millicent returned home, she found Veronica waiting in the living room, lounging on the couch in a way that was both casual and provocative.

Veronica glanced up from her phone, her eyes locking with Millicent’s. Slowly, she set her phone aside, the corner of her lips twitching into a smirk.

“Miss me?” Veronica teased.

Millicent rolled her eyes, pulling out her phone to call Calista.

But even as she dialed, she couldn’t shake the pull she felt toward Veronica—the fire that she both feared and craved.

---

A Restless Night:

Millicent lay awake in her room, staring at the ceiling as the night stretched on endlessly. She couldn’t escape her thoughts; they wrapped around her like vines, pulling her into memories she tried so hard to suppress.

She thought of Veronica—how her presence seemed to electrify the room, how her confidence made Millicent’s resolve crumble, and how that smirk of hers always stirred something she couldn’t ignore. Calista had warned her, begged her even, to stay away from Veronica. And Millicent had tried—God, she had tried.

But every moment they were near each other, the fire grew stronger. The past played in her mind like a cruel film reel: the stolen glances, the tension-filled silences, the way Veronica’s voice always seemed to linger in her mind long after she spoke.

Millicent sighed, her chest heavy with confusion and guilt. She hated herself for being unable to let go of these feelings. She betrayed Calista in her thoughts, and it was only a matter of time before those thoughts turned into actions.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She picked up her phone and typed a message to Veronica:

"Meet me at the backyard. Now."

---

The backyard was cool and quiet, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Millicent sat on a wooden bench near the garden, her arms crossed as she waited. The soft sound of footsteps on the grass made her heart race.

Veronica appeared, her figure elegant in the dim light. She had thrown on a casual cardigan over her satin pajamas, but somehow, she still looked effortlessly captivating. Without a word, she walked over and sat next to Millicent, close enough that their shoulders almost touched.

For a moment, silence hung between them, heavy with unspoken tension.

“What’s this about, Mill?” Veronica finally asked, her voice soft but curious.

Millicent exhaled slowly. “I... I need to explain something.”

“Go on.”

Millicent hesitated, her hands trembling slightly. “I’ve been avoiding you because I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” Veronica’s brows furrowed, her tone tinged with hurt.

Millicent looked down at her hands, unable to meet Veronica’s eyes. “Afraid of what you make me feel. You’re magnetic, Veronica. You pull people toward you without even trying, and I’m no exception. But I’ve built a life with Calista. She’s my anchor, my stability, and I don’t want to ruin that. I don’t want to hurt her. But you…”

She paused, her voice trembling now. “You make me question everything. I didn’t want to be around you because I was scared I’d give in, scared I’d ruin everything. And yet, here I am, telling you this.”

Veronica stayed quiet for a moment, her gaze unreadable. Finally, she spoke, her voice low. “So you’re saying you’ve been avoiding me because you… feel something for me?”

Millicent nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. “I don’t want to, but yes. And it’s tearing me apart.”

Veronica’s jaw tightened, her usual confidence wavering. “You think this is easy for me? Do you know how hard it is to live under the same roof as someone who looks at me like I’m forbidden? Someone who feels this way but keeps pushing me away?”

Millicent reached out, her hand resting on Veronica’s. “I don’t want to hurt you either. I just… I don’t know what to do.”

Veronica’s gaze softened, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to fade away. They leaned closer, the space between them shrinking until their breaths mingled.

---

Unbeknownst to them, someone was watching. The maid, hired by Calista to keep an eye on things, stood hidden near the garden’s edge. She had seen enough.

Her lips curled into a bitter smile.
“So, the ice queen has a soft spot,”
she muttered under her breath. A pang of jealousy shot through her chest. She had always admired Millicent’s strength and beauty from afar, but she knew her place—just a maid, just a spy.

Still, the knowledge she now held was powerful. She turned and walked away, deciding to keep this secret to herself. For now.

---

The next morning, the household seemed brighter, almost cheerful. Millicent and Veronica sat together at breakfast, chatting casually. Their parents noticed the shift, their eyes narrowing in curiosity.

“I thought you couldn’t stand her,” her mother remarked to Millicent.

Millicent shrugged, sipping her coffee. “People change.”

Later, Millicent decided to take Veronica grocery shopping. The two of them laughed and shared knowing glances as they wandered through the aisles, a stark contrast to their previous animosity.

-

Meanwhile, Jaide was tidying her penthouse, enjoying the rare solitude. She had just finished wiping down the kitchen counter when there was a knock at the door.

Frowning, she opened it to find Calista standing there, her expression cold and sharp.

“Calista,” Jaide said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

Calista pushed past her, stepping inside. “I need answers.”

Jaide closed the door, her heart pounding. “Answers about what?”

Calista turned to face her, her eyes burning with suspicion. “Is Millicent seeing someone else?”

Jaide froze, the weight of the question sinking in. She wanted to protect her friend, but Calista’s piercing gaze made lying nearly impossible.

“No,” Jaide said firmly, meeting her gaze. “Millicent is loyal to you. I swear on my life.”

Calista stared at her for a long moment before finally nodding. “Good. For her sake, I hope you’re telling the truth.”

She turned and left, leaving Jaide to slump against the counter. She sighed deeply, muttering to herself, “Damn it, Mill. What are you doing?”

---

A Tangled Web:

The early morning air carried a deceptive calmness, one that betrayed the storm brewing in the lives of Millicent, Veronica, and everyone around them.

Millicent sat at the breakfast table, her thoughts scattered, her emotions raw. Veronica was across from her, calm and collected as always, sipping her tea like nothing in the world could touch her. Their parents, ever the observant ones, exchanged subtle glances, silently discussing the sudden thaw in their relationship.

“It’s strange,” her mother finally spoke, folding her napkin neatly. “The two of you seem... different these days. Didn’t you despise each other just a few weeks ago?”

Millicent smiled, a practiced expression of nonchalance. “People change, Mom. Sometimes misunderstandings clear up, and you realize it’s not worth holding onto grudges.”

Her father nodded approvingly. “Good. This is how family should be. Harmony.”

If only they knew the truth, Millicent thought bitterly. But it wasn’t guilt that tugged at her—it was something else entirely.

“Veronica, do you want to come with me today?” Millicent asked abruptly.

The question caught everyone off guard, including Veronica, whose brows lifted in surprise. “To where?”

“Just out. Errands, groceries. I could use the company.”

Veronica smirked, setting her cup down. “Sure. I’m in.”

---

A Day Out with Hidden Intentions:

The car ride was filled with light banter, the type that felt natural despite the weight of unspoken truths between them. Millicent kept her eyes on the road, her fingers drumming against the steering wheel. Veronica, seated beside her, glanced out the window, seemingly lost in thought.

“So,” Veronica finally said, breaking the silence. “Why the sudden invite?”

Millicent shrugged. “Can’t I just want to spend time with you?”

Veronica chuckled, her voice low and amused. “You? Wanting to spend time with me? Now I know something’s up.”

Millicent rolled her eyes, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Maybe I’m just trying to be nice for once.”

“Nice doesn’t suit you, Mill. You’re more… fiery.”

The words lingered in the air, sparking a tension neither of them acknowledged aloud.

At the grocery store, they fell into an easy rhythm, moving through the aisles like old friends—or perhaps something more. Veronica’s sharp wit and effortless charm kept Millicent on her toes, while Millicent’s quick comebacks left Veronica smirking in admiration.

They were a dangerous pair, and they both knew it.

---

Across town, Jaide paced her penthouse, replaying her conversation with Calista over and over in her mind. The guilt was unbearable, though she knew she’d done the right thing by protecting Millicent.

But Calista wasn’t someone who let things go easily. She was meticulous, always watching for signs of betrayal.

Her phone buzzed on the counter, breaking her thoughts. It was a message from Millicent.

"Thanks for covering for me. I owe you."

Jaide sighed, typing back a quick reply: "You owe me more than you know."

Before she could dwell on it further, there was another knock at her door. Her heart sank—was it Calista again? She hesitated before opening it, but to her relief, it was her girlfriend, Madi.

“Hey,” Madi greeted, stepping inside. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I might as well have,” Jaide muttered, pulling Madi into a tight hug. “It’s been a day.”

---

A Dangerous Encounter:

Back at the mansion, the afternoon sun cast long shadows over the sprawling estate. The spy maid, who had been quietly observing the household for weeks, decided to bide her time. She’d seen enough to know that something was brewing between Millicent and Veronica.

She wanted Millicent for herself, but she wasn’t foolish. She knew her position and the limits of her influence. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy every time she saw Veronica and Millicent together.

For now, she would stay silent. But she wouldn’t wait forever.

---

That evening, as the household settled into its usual rhythm, Millicent found herself drawn back to the backyard. The spot where she and Veronica had shared their vulnerable conversation felt like a strange haven now, a place where the lines between right and wrong blurred.

She texted Veronica again: "Meet me outside."

Veronica arrived moments later, her steps deliberate, her presence commanding. She sat beside Millicent, her expression unreadable.

“What now, Mill?” she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and exasperation.

Millicent hesitated, her mind racing.
“I need to know something.”

Veronica arched a brow. “And what’s that?”

“Why did you marry Edward?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and accusatory. Veronica’s smirk faltered, replaced by something softer, almost vulnerable.

“Because it was expected of me,” she admitted. “Because I didn’t have a choice. But if you’re asking whether I love him… the answer is no.”

Millicent swallowed hard, her heart pounding. “Then why stay? Why not leave?”

Veronica turned to her, her gaze piercing. “And go where, Mill? To you?”

The words were both a challenge and a confession.

Millicent looked away, her emotions warring within her. “I can’t give you that,” she whispered. “Not with Calista…”

Veronica reached out, her fingers brushing against Millicent’s. “Then why do you keep pulling me closer?”

---

A Brewing Storm

The tension between them was undeniable, and both knew they were playing with fire. But in that moment, neither of them cared.

Millicent leaned forward, her breath hitching as their faces drew closer. Before she could second-guess herself, their lips met—a soft, hesitant kiss that quickly deepened into something more.

It was everything Millicent had feared and everything she had secretly wanted.

But unknown to them, the spy maid stood hidden in the shadows once again, her eyes narrowing as she watched the scene unfold.

“This will be interesting,” she murmured to herself.

---

The Next Morning:

The household buzzed with activity as the new day began. Millicent and Veronica maintained a careful distance at breakfast, their expressions neutral, their interactions casual.

But the parents noticed something different. They couldn’t quite put their finger on it, but they knew that something had changed.

Meanwhile, Calista sat in her office, her suspicions gnawing at her. She picked up her phone and dialed the spy maid’s number.

“Anything new to report?” she asked, her voice cold.

The maid hesitated, torn between loyalty and her own desires. “Not yet,” she lied. “But I’ll keep an eye on things.”

Calista hung up, her jaw tightening. She wasn’t convinced, but for now, she would wait.

---

As the days went on, the tension in the mansion grew. Millicent and Veronica found themselves drawn to each other more and more, their connection deepening despite the risks.

But secrets have a way of unraveling, and it was only a matter of time before their world came crashing down.

---

The mansion fell into a familiar hum that night, but inside Millicent’s mind, chaos reigned. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her phone resting on her chest. The kiss replayed in her thoughts over and over again. It shouldn’t have happened. It couldn’t have happened. Yet, it did.

Her feelings were a tangled mess. She loved Calista, but there was something undeniable about Veronica—a pull that defied logic or morality. And now, the line between right and wrong was blurred beyond recognition.

Unable to sleep, Millicent texted Veronica. "Are you awake?"

Moments later, her phone vibrated. "You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?"

She hesitated before typing back: "Meet me. The garden. Ten minutes."

The night air was crisp, and the garden was illuminated by soft, golden lights. Millicent stood near the fountain, the sound of water trickling filling the silence. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to quell the nervous energy coursing through her veins.

Veronica arrived shortly after, her silhouette graceful and confident. She wore a silk robe tied loosely around her waist, the hem fluttering slightly in the breeze.

“You’re lucky Edward is overseas,” Veronica said, smirking as she approached. “Otherwise, this would be a lot harder to explain.”

Millicent didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she turned to face Veronica, her expression serious.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “About you.”

Veronica’s smirk softened into a genuine smile. “And here I thought I was the only one losing sleep over this.”

Millicent sighed, running a hand through her hair. “This is insane. I love Calista. I do. But you… you’re—”

“Dangerous?” Veronica supplied, stepping closer.

“Addictive,” Millicent corrected, meeting her gaze.

Veronica tilted her head, her smile turning playful. “Then why fight it?”

---

Millicent poured her heart out, explaining why she had avoided Veronica for so long. “You terrify me,” she admitted. “You’re everything I’ve been taught to stay away from. Bold, unpredictable, and unapologetically you. I couldn’t handle that. I was afraid you’d ruin everything—my relationship, my family, my life.”

Veronica listened intently, her expression unreadable. When Millicent finished, there was a long silence before Veronica spoke.

“You know,” she began, her voice softer than usual, “I never asked for this either. Edward was just a... convenience. But you? You make me feel alive in a way I didn’t know I needed. And maybe that’s selfish, but I don’t care.”

Millicent looked at her, her emotions swirling in a chaotic storm. “What are we supposed to do?”

Veronica smirked again, her confidence returning. “We do what we do best, Mill. We play the game.”

Unbeknownst to them, the spy maid was watching from the shadows, her heart heavy with envy. She had grown fond of Millicent over the weeks, but she was painfully aware of her place.

Still, the sight of Veronica and Millicent together ignited a spark of jealousy she couldn’t ignore.

“She thinks she’s untouchable,” the maid muttered to herself. “But everyone has their weaknesses.”

For now, she would keep her observations to herself. But her loyalty was wavering, and her intentions were becoming murkier by the day.

---

Millicent woke up feeling both exhilarated and terrified. She had stayed in the garden with Veronica until the early hours of the morning, their connection deepening with every word, every glance.

At breakfast, her parents watched her and Veronica with curiosity. They noticed how Millicent seemed more relaxed, how she and Veronica exchanged subtle smiles.

“You two seem… close,” her mother remarked, her tone laced with suspicion.

Millicent shrugged, keeping her expression neutral. “We’re just trying to get along, for the family’s sake.”

Her father nodded approvingly. “Good. It’s about time.”

Later that day, Millicent decided to take Veronica out for groceries, using it as an excuse to spend more time together.

---

Meanwhile, Jaide was dealing with her own set of problems. Calista had shown up unannounced at her penthouse, her presence as imposing as ever.

“Is Millicent seeing someone else?” Calista demanded, her eyes burning with intensity.

Jaide’s heart raced, but she maintained her composure. “Of course not. Mill loves you. Why would you even think that?”

Calista crossed her arms, her gaze narrowing. “She’s been acting strange lately. Distant. And now she’s spending more time with Veronica? It doesn’t add up.”

Jaide forced a laugh, shaking her head. “You’re overthinking. Veronica’s her sister-in-law. Maybe they’re just trying to get along for Edward’s sake.”

Calista didn’t look convinced, but she eventually left, muttering under her breath.

Jaide closed the door and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. “Damn it, Mill,” she whispered. “You’re going to get us all in trouble.”

Over the next few days, Millicent and Veronica grew bolder, their stolen moments becoming more frequent. They were careful not to arouse suspicion, but the spy maid’s eyes were always watching.

One evening, as Millicent was heading to her room, she found Veronica waiting for her in the hallway.

“What are you doing here?” Millicent whispered, glancing around nervously.

“I wanted to see you,” Veronica replied, stepping closer.

“This is dangerous,” Millicent said, though she didn’t move away.

Veronica smirked, her hand brushing against Millicent’s. “I thought you liked a little danger.”

Before Millicent could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. They quickly stepped apart, their hearts racing.

It was only the maid, carrying a tray of tea. She paused, her eyes flicking between them, a knowing look in her gaze.

Millicent’s stomach twisted with unease. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the maid knew more than she let on.

As the days went on, the tension in the mansion became palpable. Calista’s suspicions grew, the spy maid’s jealousy simmered, and Millicent and Veronica’s connection deepened.

It was only a matter of time before everything came to a head.

--

The mansion was quieter than usual that evening. Edward was still overseas, and the household settled into a calm routine, but Millicent couldn’t ignore the weight of secrets that hung in the air.

Her nights had become a battlefield, her thoughts endlessly warring between her love for Calista and the undeniable allure of Veronica. She hated herself for it, yet her desire overpowered reason.

Veronica, on the other hand, seemed to revel in their clandestine game. She would linger in the kitchen longer than necessary when Millicent entered, her gaze lingering too long. She would brush past her in the hallway, her touch barely grazing Millicent’s arm but sending sparks through her body.

The tension between them was electric, dangerous, and entirely addictive.

|

One late evening, Millicent sat in the library, attempting to distract herself with a book. The faint sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts. She looked up to see Veronica standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame.

“You’re avoiding me,” Veronica said, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

Millicent closed the book with a sigh. “I’m trying to keep this from spiraling out of control.”

Veronica walked over, her movements slow and deliberate. “You don’t seem like someone who’s in control, Mill. You seem like someone who’s… tempted.”

Millicent’s breath hitched as Veronica leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

But Millicent didn’t say anything. She couldn’t.

Veronica smiled, her lips brushing against Millicent’s ear. “That’s what I thought.”

While Millicent and Veronica danced dangerously close to the edge, the spy maid watched from the shadows, her jealousy festering. She wasn’t just spying for Calista anymore; she had her own motives now.

She began planting small seeds of doubt in the household. She would make comments to the other staff, hinting at “inappropriate closeness” between Millicent and Veronica. She left notes in Calista’s room, suggesting that Millicent wasn’t as loyal as she appeared.

But she wasn’t ready to reveal the full truth—not yet. She wanted to savor the power she held over them, to watch them squirm under the pressure.

---

The Grocery Trip Turns Risky:

Millicent and Veronica’s outings became a regular occurrence, much to the delight of her parents. They saw it as a sign that Millicent was finally warming up to her new sister-in-law.

One sunny afternoon, the two of them decided to visit the farmers’ market on the outskirts of town. It was a rare moment of freedom, away from the watchful eyes of the mansion.

As they browsed the stalls, Veronica leaned close, her voice teasing. “You know, this could almost feel normal… if it weren’t for the whole forbidden affair thing.”

Millicent rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “You’re impossible.”

Veronica grabbed her hand, pulling her toward a stand selling flowers. “Pick one,” she said, her tone suddenly serious.

Millicent hesitated before choosing a single white rose. Veronica bought it and tucked it behind Millicent’s ear, her fingers lingering against her cheek.

“You’re beautiful when you let your guard down,” Veronica said softly.

Millicent’s heart raced, but before she could respond, she noticed a familiar figure in the crowd. Her stomach dropped—it was one of Calista’s friends.

“We need to go,” Millicent said urgently, pulling Veronica away.

---

A Party to Remember:

A week later, the mansion hosted a grand dinner party, inviting family friends and influential figures. Millicent and Veronica were forced to keep their distance, but their stolen glances across the room spoke volumes.

During the party, Millicent noticed the spy maid watching her intently. The realization sent a chill down her spine. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the maid knew more than she let on.

As the night went on, Veronica found an excuse to slip away, motioning for Millicent to follow her. They met in one of the empty guest rooms, the tension between them reaching its breaking point.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Millicent said, her voice trembling.

Veronica cupped her face, her touch sending a jolt through Millicent’s body. “Then tell me to stop.”

But again, Millicent couldn’t say the words. Instead, she closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a desperate, passionate kiss.

The spy maid witnessed the encounter, her jealousy boiling over. She knew she couldn’t stay silent much longer.

That night, she slipped into Calista’s room, leaving an envelope on her desk. Inside was a photo she had taken of Millicent and Veronica, their closeness undeniable.

The maid smiled to herself as she left the room. “Let the games begin.”

---

The next morning, Millicent woke to find the atmosphere in the mansion had shifted. Her parents seemed distant, and Veronica avoided her gaze.

When she entered the dining room, Calista was waiting for her, the envelope in her hands.

“What is this?” Calista demanded, her voice shaking with anger.

Millicent’s heart stopped. She glanced at Veronica, who looked equally stunned.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Millicent began, but Calista cut her off.

“Then explain it to me, Mill. Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’ve been lying to me this whole time.”

Millicent’s mind raced, desperate to find a way out of the mess she had created.
___________________________________________
By:Jane


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