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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

does love to tend

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

past, so I was curious to see how this new version of

splendid idea, but we’ll have to make sure

careful, it shouldn’t

He was careful to watch for servants

out to the back garden. It was easy to find a place to hide

I wanted to run right over to her and accuse her of pretending to be me. But I knew that wouldn’t

kneeling in front of my mother’s prize rose bushes, a pair of shears in hand, trimming away the weeds and some

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 the fact that I

on listening to what the servants who had

people who had

myself because I preferred to be by myself most of the time.

they were

matured her quite a bit, don’t you think?”

yes, I agree. They must’ve

surmised. “After all, she seems so much more

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 filth

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 in, wildly, covered in dirt

charming young woman now,” the first woman said with a nod of approval. “Fit to marry

rumors are true, and Prince Warren is here for

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

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

Warren said, leaning in 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

was right. These people’s opinions shouldn’t matter to me, and they all sounded like they were simply trying to impress

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

woman said, rushing over to take her

in our direction. They would walk past the bushes we were hiding behind, but

gathered up the basket of flowers fake

path in front of her. I ducked down lower, and Warren swiveled to make

path. Somehow, the servant managed to catch his toe. He pitched forward, and the basket

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

“Ahh-!”

us not being discovered. Why were there always accidents when I tried

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,