Mila , Victoria and Sophia went over the phone discussing about tonight's birthday party before the call ended and Mila stood up and went to take her morning bath since she will no longer be sleeping.
Her steps halted midway when she noticed the door opened slightly ajar . If she recalls ; she had locked the door last night before she and Jasmine went off to sleep. With Jasmine being her small poodle that she has named after her sister Jasmine as a joke.
Her heart accelerated . Did the mysterious gifter pay her a visit last night ? She swallowed before she toughened up and she stomped towards the door . Midway of touching the handle , she paused and then a thought crossed her mind . She quickly closed and locked the door before she rushed over to take her phone and quickly dialled her father's numbers .
The line rang twice , thrice and the fourth time before the person on the other end picked up the call . Her mouth parted ," Dad do y-"
"Ms Woods , good morning . Mr Woods is in the meeting with the board right now , he cannot take your call . Is there a message you will like me to pass down to him after he is done ?" Mila heard her father's second assistant , Felicia .
Mila's mouth closed before it parted once again ," Good morning , Felicia ." She greeted back the woman ," Uhm , nevermind , I will just tell him once he is back home , have a good day , bye !" She rushed to hung up the call before she dialled her mother's phone . The latter took her time to answer before she answered and before she could even say what she called for , her mother's imperious voice resounds on the line ," Milica , get ready and wear the nude dress I placed ontop of the counter in your dressing room . I am over to the airport to fetch your sister and we will be stopping at the shops to pick up a few dresses . I am sure she has nothing appropriate in that bland wardrobe of hers. Oh ! And make sure not to eat . Remember that the red dress I bought for you did not fit you and we have worked so hard for you to lose some fats , so please do not make all my hard work flush down the drain just like that ."
Mila had her eyes closed while she listened to her over bearing mother . "Milica , do you hear me ?" Her mother questioned . Mila glared at no one in particular at the use of her full name . She heard her mother sigh over the phone and Mila could already picture the woman pinching the bridge of her nose . Her mother is a very elegant lady , yet a very controlling mother who is always present to route out the wrongs in your life and never the rights .
"Turn to the left ." She heard her mother order before she spoke to her ," Do just that , okay? Bye ."
"Bye ." Mila muttered , but the the line had already gone off . She sighs before she glances at the door . She scrolls through the list of her contacts . She regrets not taking any contacts of her guards because now that she needs them , she has no where to call them and she could not scream out for them in this huge mansion knowing that her voice will hit the walls but never reach downstairs .
She closes her eyes before she inhales out . After having a breather , she opens her eyes and she heads to her walk in closet , on the way questioning herself why the guards that are stationed for her aren't anywhere near her door . What if the mysterious gifter appears and she shouts out for help but her sound-proof room only drinks her screams before they could even reach them ?
She glances down at the nude dress on the counter . What did I expect ? That it would be anything other than classy and sparkling ? She sighs before she takes the dress and her toiletries and she heads to the bathroom .
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After her bath , which she spend more than thirty minutes on , she now stood infront of the long rectangular mirror tying her long blonde hair into a high , sleek ponytail .
The nude dress looked sexy on her body . It hugged all her curves and out-lined them . Other than that her cleavage is visible and the dress is shoulder-off , the dress is pure definition of sexy and eye capturing . She glanced one last time at the dress and her figure before she shook her head and she took a cream white blazer from her closet and draped it over her shoulders to hang . Even though she is not wearing it , it still offers some sense of comfort to her bare shoulders .
She applies some lipgloss on her lips , her favourite item before she takes her phone and she heads downstairs . On her toes , which her mother would glare at the innocent set of shoes she wore ; she wore slippers that are transparent on the to , showing off her white painted toes .
Over the mirror when she had glanced at herself , she had described herself as the trophy wife of the millionaire who is heading to the airport but will land in a part where she will change the slippers into heels . Life . She sighs .
She doesn't bother heading to the dinning room , knowing very well the table is empty because her mother would have strictly ordered the three servants left in the house not to prepare the table , rather , she headed to the kitchen .
She greeted the old man sitting down the chair , the chef who offered her a small , weak smile before she took a small plate for herself that she filled with fruits .
While her two guards stood by the door , she filled the plate with fruits , such as grapes , sliced watermelons and blueberries before she took a seat opposite the old man .
"How did you sleep , Barry ?" She questioned the man who sat with a hunched back . As soon as the man looked up at her , the grape nearing mouth halted midway as she assesses the eyebags and hollow eyes of the old man .
Before she could question what is wrong and if the old man had slept at all , Barry glanced behind her , at her guards . She glanced over her shoulder at the guards in confusion to see their backs facing them before she turns to face Barry , her mouth parted to question but the man passed something over to her , cutting her words .
Mila's gaze trailed down to the table where she saw a small envelope near her plate .
"Take it . Take it and read it ." Barry whispered in a frantic tone . He held her hand and placed it urgently ontop of the envelope while she looked at the man with questioning eyes .
"Where is she ?" The duo heard Charlotte Woods' high pitched voice questioning the guards .
Barry , the chef stood up quickly , as if his seat had been set on fire while he eyed the letter quickly , as if prompting her to take the letter , which she does quickly after the entrance of her mother .
After the letter has been in her hands , she stood up hastily too , the same speed as Barry . Her mother raised a questioning brow at her while Mila hid the letter behind the fabric of her dress . Shit ! I don't have a bag nor does this dress have pockets ! She cursed in her mind .
Her mother's gaze soon turned to Barry who quickly scrambled to do some work before the penetrating gaze of her mother turned to Mila who stood like a child who had just stealed the candy she was told not to eat now and will eat after lunch . At that moment , her mother knew she was hiding something .