[Verena/Ria]
The trainer stated, "Verena, your reflexes are better, and your shooting is great. Just keep on training, and remember the tips I offer you. You may take a rest, and go to your school." and he went.
I inhale deeply and let it out as I step out of the basement. When I stepped outside the basement, I could hear the maids conversing. They continued to chat while not even noticing my presence.
"Last night, the Madam was still seeking for the young master."
"I overheard her wailing and sobbing loudly."
"I'm afraid about a young lady who was there and was glancing at Madam," the speaker said.
"How is it that after seeing that, the young lady shows no emotion?"
"Are you done?"
They jumped when I interrupted them, and they now kneel in front of me. They have the audacity to criticize me and speak behind my back despite knowing me. When they begged for pity and forgiveness, I just stared at them.
I responded icily, "You should chop your finger and bring it to me the next time I hear your voices and chattering."
They shudder as I leave. I must prepare for class. When I entered my room, I discovered that my belongings were already on the bed. They were instructed by me not to do this. I suppose Butler Karan made the maid work. I sighed and walked toward the restroom to complete my morning activities.
My father was reading a newspaper in the dining hall when I arrived after spending 30 minutes getting ready. Mom is grinning at me as if nothing from last night happened. The housekeepers serve me while I sat in my normal chair.
Mom asked me, "Did you prepare your opening remarks, Baby girl?"
I replied, "Yes, Mother," and then started eating.
Instead of responding, my mother spoke to my father, who was paying attention. I'm not close enough to my father to ask how he is. When was the last time we had a typical father-daughter conversation? I can't even recall when that was. The butler helps me get everything I need for school once I complete my meal and step away.
"Enjoy your first day, Young Lady," he said.
I responded, "Thank you, Karan."
He let me get into the backseat of the car by opening the door. While I sat and watched the people stroll by, the cars drive by, and the kids converse with their buddies, I also looked out of my window. People were staring at me after I got out of the car as it had stopped in front of the gate. They were allowed to do whatever they wanted, and I didn't mind."
"Verena! Come here."
I headed in their direction. When we were children, they were a part of my family's organization. They just told me that I'm their friend, which makes me wonder why they keep hanging out with me. I therefore just let them go and do as they like. I simply listen in silence as they continue to speak.
Sonomi remarked, "I believe its Special Section, although we're all on the same section."
They just keep talking till we enter the auditorium for the welcome speech and orientation. Until the ceremony started and it was my turn to give my speech, we sat down. I approached the podium and spoke. I sensed someone looking at me intently. Unlike someone I found, the gaze of other individuals is normal.
In eighth grade, Valentine's Day falls in February, which is quite usual given how routine school life is and how quickly time passes. Due to the fact that I sat on the bench with the sticker below, I was discovered. I sat there until someone came to my rescue, and now that guy is staring at me. I recognize him from the opening remarks since he was the same person looking at me.
When I was in the ninth grade, the school had a strange custom where we went on a field trip. The end of the academic year is quickly approaching. The reason I came along was because Butler Karan informed me that there was a secret camp near the site of our field trip. Butler Karan, however, played me for a fool and told me I should take a few days to enjoy myself. Due to the mission my father assigned me, I always missed school.
Sonomi and the others said, "Come on! Let's dance," but I refrained and snuck away.
I made the decision to go for a stroll and savor this serene time. I did it in order to let my guard down and unwind for a moment. Following this, the assignment will get more challenging, and training will take its place. I paused to observe the light gently caressing the water. I was unaware that the surroundings and the clouds were growing gloomy.
Although I sensed someone watching me, I didn't sense that person to be threatening or bloodthirsty. I simply opened the door for him to enter and take one final glance at the sea. Turning my head, I could only see him a few inches away. Why does he remain in my sights? I value that he is near to me but retains his distance from me.
He calmed himself with a big breath and looked me in the eyes, "I'm Deenz Jarrel Francisco, a nobody, and I know you don't know me." He admitted, "I like you. I don't even know your name. But, when I first saw you when we were in 7th grade, I fell in love. I don't know how it happened, and my mind is full of you. That's why I tried to approach you how many times and failed. I want to know more! I want to be a part of your life if you let me. Can you be my girlfriend with the intention of marriage?"
He casts an intensely emotional gaze my way. He expresses his emotions with honesty and sincerity. But what should I say to him in return? Do I let him in? He stated that he desires a relationship with the goal of getting married, which is a significant responsibility.
"I'm Verena Nymeria Vantecord, and you ought to keep the name of the girl you like in mind." I could see his eyes. He believed he had been caught. It's adorable. "So you'll be my suitor going forward," I said.
His almost-popping-out eyes are followed by his kneeling. I narrow the space and stoop to look into his face. I noticed tears, and it's red like a tomato. He has glasses on, but he still has golden retriever cuteness.
I'm not dreaming, he wonders, "but after I said that, I had no strength in my legs."
I gave him a flick on the forehead and stood up. I said, "Bye," and turned to leave, but I stopped when I heard what he had to say.
I shake my head and reach out my hand for him to hold. "May I keep your hands until we get back?" he asks.
We met in this manner, and he began to court me for a full year. In 10th grade, he simply pursued me for the entire year before I finally said yes. He is the perfect guy for the girls I've heard about, but I have to keep things quiet for his safety. Because he is so priceless, I must work behind the scenes to protect him.
Warren was going to put his hands on my forehead when I jerked away, "Hey, Verena, why are you zoning out? Are you okay?"
My reactions are acting in my favor. Except for him, I don't enjoy it when people touch me. I tell him, "I'm good. Did you finish what I told you?"
He gave me an envelope and said, "Well, we captured the enemy, and you are right. They are starting a plan to provoke a conflict between the organizations. They also want to kidnap your mother and you her as a hostage."
These are pictures of my mother. I lit it in order to destroy the revolting object and keep torturing them. They are yelling and pleading for their lives, but I can't put an end to it right once since we need them. When I came to a stop, I threw the whip on the ground and gave the other man a command. Warren followed me as I left the room.
I commanded, "Cut their hands, give it to the traitor, clean the mess, kill them, and book me a flight. I'm going home."
He said, "Before you leave for home, I need to show you something." I nod and acquiesce.
I could see anything inside the room when he opened the door. As I noticed my older brother's possessions hanging on the wall, I sneered at it. He said, "Brother Varon, things are kept here, they have the same DNA test for him, they know what happened to your older brother, and maybe one of them is involved in the case."
I advised, "Be careful you locate them." I had several thoughts about my brother as I exit the room.
As I heard someone calling me, I turned to see him. "Ria? Come back to me. Are you okay? Should we postpone our date? You looked exhausted and pale." He said, touching both of my cheeks and having a troubled expression on his face.
The fact that his hands are warm and I don't find it repulsive. He simultaneously causes me to let down my defense's and become weak. He stops petting my cheeks and moves to sit next to me before giving me a hug. While he did this, I felt little pats on the back and my thoughts started to calm down. Without asking, he simply gave me a hug. He is exceptional.