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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

other said. “She sure does love to tend the flowers.

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

I was curious to see how this new version of me did when it came to

a splendid idea, but we’ll have to make sure no one

Luckily, it was getting dark, as long as we were careful, it shouldn’t be a problem. Otherwise, our entire plan

He was careful to watch for servants or anyone else who might see

a place to

on her, a wave of fury washed over me. I 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 time I was here, and clearly, no one had believed

mother’s prize rose bushes, a pair of shears in hand, trimming away

took up a position behind a large blooming tree. It smelled lovely, but I

what the servants who

and I recognized them as people who

much time around them myself because I preferred to be by myself most of the time. But this Ciana must’ve been different

they were

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

yes, I agree. They must’ve

surmised. “After all, she seems so much

saying. She had 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,

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

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

and Prince Warren is here

my eyes widening, but he wouldn’t meet

servants 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 they continued to comment on how I used to live

know what they’re talking about. Uppity snobs.” He made a

me, and they all sounded like they were simply trying

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

said, rushing over to take

past the bushes we were hiding

of the men gathered up the basket of

point. He was walking down the stone path in front of her. I ducked down lower, and Warren swiveled to make sure he was hidden as

Somehow, the servant managed to catch his

She managed to trip over the back of him, falling toward

“Ahh-!”

being discovered. Why were there always accidents when I

and before she could further