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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.

met him yet,” one

she’s still out in the garden,” the other said. “She sure does love to tend the flowers.

they were out of earshot, I said, “Since she is nearby, we should go

to see how this new version of

but we’ll have to make

was getting dark, as long as we were careful, it shouldn’t be

careful to watch for servants or anyone

made it out to the back garden. It was easy to find a place to hide out there because

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 time I

prize rose bushes, a pair of shears in hand, trimming away the weeds and some of

closer to a curve in the stone path and took up a position behind a large blooming tree. It smelled lovely, but I

to concentrate on listening to what the servants who

them as people who had

didn’t spend much time around them myself because I preferred to be by myself most of the time. But this Ciana must’ve been different because they were clearly there as

they were

has matured her quite a bit, don’t you think?” One of them, an older woman,

agree. They must’ve

she

able to exhibit now,” another woman was saying. She had her hands folded in front of her, standing like a statue,

them, an older man said, shaking his head. “It was nearly impossible to keep the dust out of the drapes when Miss Ciana would come running

a nod of approval. “Fit to marry a prince. It’s too

true, and Prince Warren is

look at Warren then, my eyes widening, but he wouldn’t meet my gaze, and since we were being

“I” was now until it started to irritate me. I didn’t want to

don’t know what they’re

they all sounded like they were

finished,” the fake Ciana announced standing and removing her gardening gloves. “I would like to

rushing over to take

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

the men gathered up the basket

He was walking down the stone path in front of her. I ducked down lower, and Warren swiveled

stones were uneven on the path. Somehow, the servant managed to catch his toe. He pitched forward, and the basket launched its contents

him but failed. She managed to trip over the

“Ahh-!”

much for this us not being discovered. Why were there always accidents

Ciana mid-fall before she could see me and before she could further injure herself. Luckily,