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*pov??*

(how fucking annoying...)

Bad enough I was caught to do majority of the fucking work. Now I have to tend to this bullshit as well. My back is still so sore , no thanks to that prissy prick.

(sigh...I just want to be free from this place...to go back home...)

"Tch, fucking dramatic..."

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*unknown pov*

Corinthia sat elegantly as the tail of her light pink dress settled beside her. She gracefully removed her hat, her hair never falling out of place, and she gave y/n a smile.

A soft, refreshing glow on her face. Not exactly the type you'd get from a mother with a psychotic son...but here we are, graced with her beauty, nonetheless.

Y/n sat opposite her, they were in a small-time lounge area, a low table between them. A stunning large glass vase sat in the middle. But unfortunately , seemed to be empty of flowers.

"Athelia told me she would be stepping out this morning. How unfortunate that she was unable to join us."

Corinthia spoke first, as y/n tried her level best to glare at her in a 'friendly' manner as the silence thereafter, drowned one of them in whatever discomfort felt like.

The young boy came in after, pushing a tray which may I add, had a slight problem with the wheel. Embarrassed , he swallowed in the awkward silent atmosphere and laid the contents down.

A cup of Jasmin Tea, for Lady Corinthia. And a glass of orange juice for Miss Y/n.

Ah yes, what a wonderful way to start her morning. Miss y/n wakes up, eats her lonely breakfast, sneaks about, plots and attempts to escape, directly gets caught, and now she's having orange juice, with the mother of a boy who tried to force her to love him.

Absolutely. Perfect.

"I'm sorry, but if you knew that Reena- I mean, Atheilia was not here. Then why exactly did you come here today?"

The boy awaited aside, as he eared in on the start of the conversation.

"Of course, I did not come here to seek Atheilia. As our previous exchange, I had personally invited you to my home. You are a guest here and so it would only be fair if you were to be a guest of mine , as well."

The Lady poured herself a cup of tea, two sugar cubes added before stirring carefully. Elegant, even when having tea. Her actions continued until her lips gently pressed against the edge of the cup.

She blew down the steam for a moment and took a light sip.

Feeling relaxed, she then placed the cup back down.

"I had given you a personal invitation, therefore as done , I shall pick you up personally too."

Her smile shone through and was the most radiant thing in this room.

Y/n continued to stare a black hole into that exquisiteness, not uttering a single word. Her juice beginning to turn lukewarm. Juice isn't good when it's too warm. It's best to drink such a beverage when it's still chill-

"No thanks."

...

Blunt. Too blunt.

Y/n had just rejected a personal invitation which included being personally picked up by Lady Van' Doran herself. This was so shocking , the entire room fell so still we could hear the boy's gasp.