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Chapter 69: The Fake Ciana

*Ciana*

It was late afternoon when I saw that the coast was clear, and I

decided to go ahead and go to my parents’ house. I could tell Warren had moved in because the light was on in the Master suite.

I had a feeling that Raymond would insist that Warren take the best room in the house.

I would have to sneak in like a common thief, but once I was in there and with Warren, I should be safe. I didn’t think that the servants would be hanging around Warren too much since he could easily just tell them to leave him be.

I could see Warren pacing around the room. Carefully, so as not to fall or draw attention to myself, I made my way to the window of the Master suite. Keeping my balance, I situated my knees on the window sill and knocked on the window.

He jumped a bit when he saw me, and then rushed over to open the window, helping me inside. “Thank the goddess you’ re here! I was worried. It seemed to have taken you a while. Did you run into trouble?”

“No. Sorry to make you worry,” I said. “I wanted to make sure no one saw me.” I straightened my clothing and took a deep breath, happy to have made it in. Now, I felt relatively safe-at least for the moment.

“You have a beautiful home! I’m impressed,” Warren praised. He poured me a glass of cool water from a pitcher and handed it over. He was so thoughtful-unlike some people…..

“Thank you. Mom and Dad poured their love into this house. It indeed is a wonderful place.” I couldn’t help but smile.

“Is this the Luna and Alpha’s bedroom?”

“Yes. Why?” I asked him, taking a sip of the drink. The cold water felt good going down my throat. I looked around at the familiar space and instantly missed my parents.

My heart felt heavy as my eyes landed on a picture of the three of us that was sitting on my mother’s dresser.

When would they be home?

“I should’ve asked for another room,” Warren said, causing me to give him my full attention.

“No, you’re totally fine. Even if my parents were home, they’d put you here. You’re the prince. You’re not just another visitor.”

His cheeks pinked slightly with my compliment. “Still, Ciana, I feel rude.”

“It’s all good, Warren. I promise.”

Just then, we heard voices in the hallway. I lifted a finger to my lips to signal him to be quiet.

Maids. They were passing by in a bit of a rush. I assumed they had decided the whole rest of the house needed a thorough cleaning now that a distinguished guest was staying here.

Miss Ciana has met him yet,” one of the women was

tend the flowers. Her mother will be proud to see how they are doing

out of earshot, I said, “Since she

past, so I was curious to see how this new version of me did when it came to pruning the hedges and

idea, but we’ll

it shouldn’t be a problem.

careful to watch for servants or anyone else who

out to the back garden. It was easy to find a place to hide out there because of all of

wanted to run right over to her and accuse her of pretending to be me. But I knew that wouldn’t work because I had called her out the last

front of my mother’s prize rose bushes, a pair of shears in

the stone path and took up a position behind a large blooming tree. It smelled lovely, but I couldn’t think about the beauty of the garden or

listening to what the servants who had

as people who had worked in

them myself because I preferred to be by myself most of the

were talking.

don’t you think?” One of

yes, I agree. They must’ve given the

“After all, she

her hands folded in front of her, standing like a statue, all prim and proper. “Do you recall how she used to always be running about, getting dirty, and tracking

the last of them, an older man said, shaking his head. “It was nearly impossible to keep the

she is truly a charming young woman now,” the first woman said with a nod

true, and Prince Warren is here

wouldn’t meet my gaze,

continued to go on and on about how elegant “I” was now until it started to irritate me. I didn’t want to listen to them, but

closely. His warm breath tickled my cheek. “They don’t know what they’re talking about. Uppity snobs.” He made a face, and I had to cover my mouth to keep

to me, and they all sounded like they were simply trying to impress one another with

removing her gardening gloves. “I would like to go inside and

course, my lady,” the first woman said, rushing over to take her gloves. “We

direction. They would walk past the bushes we were hiding behind, but they were thick, so I wasn’t worried about

of the men gathered up the basket of

of

the servant managed to catch his toe. He pitched forward,

was behind him and she tried to dodge him but failed. She managed to trip over the

“Ahh-!”

much for this us not being discovered. Why were there

and he managed to grab fake Ciana mid-fall before she could see me and before she could further injure herself. Luckily, it was dark, and we were close to a corner, so he probably could pass as if