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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

out in the garden,” the other said. “She sure does love to tend the flowers. Her mother will be proud

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

in the past, so I was curious to see how this new version of me did when it came to pruning the hedges and tending the flowers. Any information we

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

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

careful to watch for servants or anyone else who might see

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

run right over to her and accuse her of pretending to be me. But I knew

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

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

what

and I recognized them as people

be by myself most of the time. But this Ciana must’ve been different because they

they were

bit, don’t you

They

she seems

in front of her, standing like a statue,

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

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

and

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

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

to them,” Warren said, leaning in closely. His warm breath tickled my cheek. “They don’t know what they’re talking about. Uppity snobs.” He

matter to me, and they all sounded like they were simply trying to impress one another with their knowledge of etiquette

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

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

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

gathered up the

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

servant managed to catch his toe. He pitched forward, and the basket launched its contents

him and she tried to dodge him but failed. She managed to trip over the back of

“Ahh-!”

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

and before she could further injure herself. Luckily, it was dark, and we were close