Episode 5
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Chapter 5
"You really need to meet him!" Greta squeals
"I'm not interested in meeting your hot charming, " Genoveva straighten herself on the bed to a sitting position, legs folded to embrace each other.
"Soon to be husband" Greta takes a deep sigh, dropping her weight on the bed.
"Are you sure about this Greta, I don't want a sudden person k********g you and stealing you away from me" Genoveva joked, slightly scrunching Greta's nose from arm's length.
"He's really amazing and the ultimate one." She chuckles.
Genoveva has been worried over the past few days concerning the sudden urge for her sister to marry, more because she feels she's still young to go housewife but oh well what does she know, they share different perspectives in life.
"Do you love him?" Genoveva asks.
"Yes, he's amazing and loves me too, he's not after s*x you know, I must say I feel lucky to have him"
"I don't want you to get hurt, I've heard a lot of things from our workers about the Earl's dirty secrets, not to pry but I think you should take it slow"
"I want to but we have all the time in the world to take it slow after marriage. Just meet him tonight Genoveva, no excuses, just meet him, I want him to meet the other half that completes me" Greta sounded so convincing and Genoveva couldn't bear to but her.
She'd been avoiding to see the Earl the few times he came to the house because she was judgemental so maybe giving him a little chance won't hurt in the slightest.
"Ok, fine, I'll meet the Earl" Genoveva sags her shoulders in concrete defeat which welcomed her twin's big grin.
"Thank you" she mouths.
"Now get out of my room before I actually feed you to the ugliest man in Sinclair!"
Greta giggled out of the room, giving her sister yet another lonely time to think about her mystery man. It's beyond clarity that she'll never cross path with Mr sexy and dangerous. The alpha male was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you know what they say about opportunities coming but once, well that notion is the truth. In a way, Greta's marriage would be her cue to leave town and begin her adventurous touring of the world. She'd sail on a mighty ocean, visit places she'd only seen in books, learn new things relating to the way of life of other people and all things unladylike.
She was lucky enough her father agreed to her plan because he is a strong believer in all things related to self-happiness and fulfillment. So she had his consent. Nothing is on the way now. She'd go for a few years, writing letters back to back to keep communicating with her family and when she's back, she'll decide on what to do, but definitely not to be a sulking wife to a godforsaken noble. She's not spiting her twin though, she's just not cut out for that regular lifestyle.
She knew she needed to forget this man sooner or later, but his scent is yet to leave her memory, especially when she could still smell him from the gown she'd worn to the ball. For f**k's sake, can she get over him already? Yes, she could, she would. Once she's occupied her mind with something else out of Sinclair.
Evening came, the kesingtons are seated at the dining alongside Lord William. Louis had loosened up a bit to welcome the Earl, not like he had a choice though, the law is the law and his daughter's interest didn't make it easy. She'd managed to convince him William loves her and not lust her. Or maybe Louis is just a coward and would chicken out on anything that would out his family in jeopardy. After what seemed like hours 9f awkward silence, Genoveva emerged from the stairs, indicating her presence into the atmosphere.
"That's my sister, you've never met her"
The Earl looked up to meet Genoveva's eyes and something obliviously familiar struck him. She's even more beautiful compared to Greta, not to say Greta is not attractive, they just had different strengths like Genoveva with bigger eyes and her sister with a smaller one.
"My Lord" she courtesy before taking her seat. She didn't dress in what one would have expected, she wore masculine loose pants and a cream color loose shirt, her hair packed up to a ponytail, unlike Greta's favorite tea length crimson gown.
His gaze was set on her for what seemed like forever before Greta broke the trance by making a sound from her throat.
After dinner, they all assembled in the massive living room to discuss properly.
"So Father and I decided to pick the first week in the coming month"
William choked on his wine in surprise.
"Are you okay?" Greta comes forward to ease his chest with her palm above his heart.
"Yes I am, the date's fine, "
All the while, Louis observed him carefully, looking for any hint of deception and doubt but he found none. Either William is a good actor or maybe he genuinely loves his girl.
Greta links her fingers with the Earl.
"I should retire to my room, it was nice meeting you My Lord"
That voice again.
He was finally able to pay attention to her voice.
Could she be?
He discarded that thought but it came back again. He remembers that night perfectly and it just dawned on him that Greta looks nothing like the girl he'd seen at the ball. The difference was there, the girl from that night had huge breasts, full lips, and he saw her big eyes through the mask but Greta is the opposite. How the hell did he miss such an obvious clue?
What in the devil's name is happening?
"Is everything alright?" Greta's voice broke into his thoughts.
"Ah yes, very nice to meet you too" his gaze never left her back until she was out of sight.
It's now beyond a reasonable doubt that he was in a f****d up situation. Him getting married to a different person, all these charades would mean nothing if he ended up with the wrong girl.
Karma!
He tuned out the kesingtons conversation and begins to think of a way to do damage control but f**k, there's a wedding, the town knows about it and the date has been picked.
Praying for some miracle, the Earl left with a troubled mind. He's a cold-hearted beast. He can't break the wedding off and f**k the other sister, but damn it, he's a Lord and can get away with anything, he doesn't have to care about the consequences, the law states that a man can take any woman, sisters or not.
But he wouldn't do that because, beneath that heartless personality of his, William has a heart, soul, and conscience.
He is human.
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