Two days have passed , Mila now stood infront of the mirror back at the Woods mansion where her father grew up . She looked at her reflection ; clashed in a black dress that Sophia has said was beautiful and she should give it to her after the funeral . It was only her efforts to make her laugh because she couldn't fool herself or anyone , the dress that she wore isn't something that Sophia could wear , even if they were to say it's the only clothing left in the world, Sophia would prefer to work plastic that she would design to as a short skirt to cover her lower body and something which would turn out sexy to cover her upper body . Eventually, Sophia would rock the look . But she wasn't interested in laughing or smiling . All the thoughts she is processing in her mind don't need her smiling but need her focused and serious .
The past two days were not sunny . She would unexpectedly fall uncousious at random places : in the bathtub, dinner table , sofa at the living room , by the pool while she is gazing up at the sky , the car and every other corner in the house . All she ever did was sleep and faint and what's the most fucked up thing is that , she doesn't regret being knocked out of this world once in awhile . But now wasn't the time to escape reality because it's Maxwell Woods burial day.
Morgana did not visit her for the past two days and Mila came to the conclusion that maybe the woman knew of her father's death and was maybe giving her some time. Or Morgana is just done with her .
Mr silver-eyed never appeared too and Mila wasn't sure if Mr silver-eyed is the same mysterious gifter who would come into her room uninvited and not wanted and fill her whole room with red roses ; she was sure he sent other people to do that job and just like yesterday , a man came to deliver a box with a single red rose inside to her and as usual , there was a card inside awaiting for her to read it.
Don't die yet . The card read .
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The funeral passed and at least there was no drama to entertain the demons. Mila tried her best to not cry . After the funeral was the after party where Maxwell Woods' life was celebrated .
Throughout the party , people drank while Mila stood to the sides and observed everything . Jasmine had retired to sleep and she was left alone at the table - well , she was with Victoria and Alexa but she felt invincible to the drunk couple who were having the best couple moment together .
Mila wanted to leave the celebration but where would she go ? To sleep ? Hell no . She has slept enough and she doesn't want to go to that room and just stare blankly at the ceiling before she cries herself to sleep. She fucking hates crying .
She lifts up the shot and downs it , barely feeling the bitterness before she bit into the lemonade . "Wooo!" Alexa cheered , her slender hands in the air while she watched Mila down the third shot .
After the fourth one , Mila was already fine and her stomach was burning . She descended the stool and headed to the bar where the bartenders are and she sat on one of the chairs .
"Something strong please ." She said to the bartender who nodded and started making her the drink . She watched in silent as he made her drink . She questioned herself why the bartender didn't ask her a few questions to just know of that something 'strong' she is ordering before he surprises her , but Mila just guessed it's a funeral and the bartender is here to offer drinks to people who want to drink their emotions .
A hand suddenly smacked her shoulder before she smelt the strong stench reeking of nothing but alcohol hit her nostrils hard while the person who's nails were digging into her skin spoke in a slurpy way into her ears ," I am going home with Nicholas Throde over there . I'm going to ride his cock till it slumps down to his stomach weakly , down until I order it to rise again ." Sophia kissed her cheek and Mila smiled lightly ,"Don't call me or my mom . When she asks where me I . Tell her I'm home . With you and V . Ayt?" Mila nodded her head while laughing lightly and Sophia kissed her cheeks once again ," Bye bitch." She left . But came back quick and whispered again ," While I'm chanting another man's birth name , why don't you go and please Tristan's puny dick , for a while . Just to give him a reason to live again," Sophia shrugged her shoulders before she pointed ," I saw him by the statue . Like why the fuck would you guys build a statue of him ? He's dead. Poof . Buh-bye bitch ."
Mila's smile had long disappeared . The bartender infront of her laughed a little , his laugh restrained . Mila shot him a hard look that got him to stop laughing . She reached out for her drink but another restrained laugh resounded besides her .
She turned to her head to the side and saw the man laughing with his mouth covered besides her .
"I am sorry I'm j-"
"Rude ." Mila interuppts the man , her gaze boring into the man's boyish face ," That's what you are ." She said before she turned to take a sip from her drink .
She heard the man sigh next to her , as if he is tired . She watched him from the corner of her eyes , taking in those black eyes that looking familiar and the hairstyle that also looks familiar . The man placed his hand on the counter in silent .
She waited for him to order and he didn't . He just sat there and Mila found that weird . What is he doing here if he isn't going to order a drink ? Just to sit here and admire the dazzling bottles on the shelves infront of him ?
"You know what," the man turned to her and Mila rolled her eyes . She turned to him and listened , waiting to hear what he would say next . Maxwell Woods is dead , now who will be taking over his businesses? Who will inheritance all of his fortunes ? Judge her or anything , but she is an over thinker. Now what would this possibly man want that he thought of approaching her dreadful self? Pursue her or threaten her and then take her father's businesses away from them ? What could it be ?," I just came over here to meet with Mila Woods , Maxwell Woods first daughter , in hopes of introducing myself to her and the family ." He turned suddenly and looked ahead at the bottles again , sighing before he continued to say ," You know what - mother was right . You wealthy people do not bother with people beneath your status ."
Mila was now confused at the man's words . Bewildered in fact . How can he walk over to her and just paint her as a rich spoiled brats who doesn't acknowledge other people ?
He turned to her after some time and shook his head before he said ," You know what ?" He raised his hands in the air ,"I'm sorry . Everything has been hard for the past few years for me . After I found out more about him and that he is my father , I was-" In the middle of the conversation , a loud bang resounded before it hit the man in the head and blood splattered all over Mila's face while the man's body fell to the floor lifeless .
Screams . They filled the whole place .