Laced With Havoc

Episode-6

Zion stepped into the café, the bell above the door barely audible over the soft hum of quiet conversations and the clinking of coffee cups. The warmth inside was a contrast to the sharp chill of the evening air. It was the kind of place where people could sit in the corner and disappear, but Zion wasn’t here to blend in. He was here for a specific reason.

Freyda was sitting near the window, absorbed in her phone, but he knew she’d noticed him the moment he walked in. Her gaze flicked up, narrowing in on him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice low, yet clearly laced with irritation.

“I need a dress,” Zion said, not bothering to sugarcoat it. “For my aunt’s birthday. Midnight blue.”

"Perhaps you didn't read the signboard, this is a cafe. " Freyda spoke with sarcasm only to be greeted with Zion's " are you serious" face.

" Well well miss Lisselle, I thought you were a designer?" He asked with mockery visible in his voice.

Freyda rolled her eyes and looked at him , her gaze cool and unyielding. “Aunt’s birthday?” she repeated, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Is that a request from the famous Zion Havoc?!”

Zion didn’t flinch. “It’s not a request. She likes midnight blue. Just make it happen.”

Freyda’s lips twisted into a sardonic smile. “You must think a lot of yourself to come in here and give orders like that.”

“I don’t trust anyone else,” he responded, leaning against the counter as he studied her. “You’re the only one who can do it right.”

She hesitated for a moment, eyes still locked with his. Her pride clearly warred with the offer, but finally, she sighed, a short, irritated sound that she seemed to bite back. “Fine. Midnight blue it is.”

Zion was satisfied but didn’t show it. He wasn’t here for pleasantries. “Just make sure it’s perfect. She’s picky.”

“You don’t have to remind me,” Freyda said under her breath, more to herself than to him.

Before he turned to leave, Zion’s voice lowered, a touch more serious. “Stay alert, Freyda.”

She didn’t hide her irritation this time. “What?”

Zion’s gaze softened for a moment, though there was no kindness in it. “Things are moving faster than I expected. Just... stay alert.”

He turned to leave, but just before the door closed behind him, he heard her mutter something under her breath.

“Who does he think he is?”

He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. It was better if she didn’t know the full story — better if she stayed unaware of the things closing in around her.

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Freyda watched Zion leave the café, her mind racing. It wasn’t about the dress, though she’d grudgingly agreed to make it. She wasn’t interested in playing nice with him, but there was no denying that he had a way of forcing things to happen.

She couldn’t help but replay his last words in her head. Stay alert.

As if she needed his warning. Freyda had been alert her whole life. She’d survived on her own for years, building her career and reputation without anyone’s help. And yet Zion always showed up at the most inconvenient times, acting like he had a right to order her around.

She took a deep breath, letting the tension bleed from her shoulders. It didn’t matter. What mattered now was getting the dress right.

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Later that day, Elara found herself walking through the park, the soft hum of the city in the background, but the park was quiet and calm. She spotted Freyda sitting on their usual bench under the oak tree. The moment Elara approached, Freyda looked up, her eyes softening just slightly in acknowledgment.

“You’re early,” Elara said as she sat down next to her.

Freyda didn’t immediately respond, her fingers tracing the edge of a notebook, seemingly lost in thought. After a moment, she glanced at Elara and gave a short nod. “Had a busy day.”

Elara could tell that Freyda’s mood wasn’t exactly light. There was a heaviness in her eyes, a tiredness that seemed to weigh down her entire posture. Elara decided to give her some space but eventually spoke up, noticing the lack of conversation.

“I still don’t know what to get Aunt Camila for her birthday,” Elara said, her voice soft, not wanting to intrude too much on Freyda’s quiet moment.

Freyda’s eyes flicked up, meeting hers, though her expression remained unreadable. “Something personal,” she said, her voice low but clear. “A flower tiara, maybe.”

Elara’s face lit up at the idea. “A tiara? I can do that! That’s perfect.”

Freyda didn’t smile, but her eyes softened a bit, something almost like a silent approval flickering in her gaze.

The brief interaction between them wasn’t filled with the usual tension that Freyda often carried. But Elara couldn’t ignore the weariness that seemed to be creeping into her friend’s demeanor. It was hard to know what was going on beneath the surface, but it was clear that Freyda was dealing with something more than just work.

They sat in silence for a few moments, and Elara realized she was used to these quiet moments with Freyda, even if they were brief. She stood up after a while, brushing off the skirt of her dress.

“Well, I’ll get started on the tiara. Thanks for the idea,” she said, her voice a bit brighter now.

Freyda gave a small nod in return, though she didn’t offer any further words. Elara wasn’t offended — she understood. Sometimes, there was nothing more to say.

As Elara walked away, she couldn’t help but glance back at Freyda. There was a sense of isolation around her, something Elara couldn’t quite put her finger on. But she wouldn’t push. Not now.

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