Chapter 89: ~Hellbound~
"Hey, Elena." Lucy greeted Elena with a warm smile, holding up the dress.
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I was engrossed in my book when I heard my na spoken. Startled, I turned to see Lucy standing there, a mix of excitent and surprise washing over .
"Lucy, you? Here?" I exclaid, my voice filled with both excitent and puzzlent. I hadn’t expected to see my friend there, and the sudden appearance left
with a whirlwind of questions.
Lucy, always composed and confident, had a straightforward answer. "Yes, I’ve co to see you," she stated with a warm smile.
My curiosity and surprise deepened. I couldn’t fathom how Lucy had co to know about my current whereabouts and the circumstances that had led
here. The mystery of Lucy’s presence hung in the air, and I couldn’t help but voice my questions.
"But how? How did you co to know about ?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of .
"Wait a minute, take a deep breath," she advised, her soothing words ant to ease my racing thoughts.
"I’ll tell you everything," Lucy continued, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Let’s take a seat first."
As Lucy and I settled into our seats, a maid approached us with a polite inquiry. "Lady, do you want to take sothing?" she asked. It was evident from the maid’s deanor that she was familiar with Lucy, and that raised even more questions in my mind. How did Lucy seem to be an old mber of this house? Everyone knew her, but the details remained shrouded in mystery.
"Obviously, please make orange juice for
and Elena as well," Lucy replied, her request casual and confident. It was clear that Lucy was not only known but also comfortable in this environnt.
My curiosity got the better of , and I couldn’t help but ask Lucy a probing question. "Does she know who you are?" I inquired, my voice tinged with confusion and intrigue. I was perplexed by how Lucy seed to have connections and knowledge that I was completely unaware of.
"I’ll tell you everything, Elena," Lucy said, her voice carrying a sense of determination. She also turned to the maid and issued another directive, this ti requesting the presence of a hairdresser.
"Hairdresser?" I murmured.
"What’s going on, Lucy? Why the hairdresser? And how do you know everyone?" I asked, my curiosity and confusion getting the better of . The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together, but there were still many unanswered questions.
"Your husband gave
this gown to give to you, honey. He is nervous about handing you this," Lucy revealed, her words sending shockwaves through . My heart raced as I tried to comprehend the implications of her statent.
"And a hairdresser for your makeover. Your husband is throwing a party tonight," Lucy revealed. I was taken aback by the sudden announcent. Why had Mr. Huston decided to host a party so unexpectedly?
"What?" I exclaid, taken aback by the revelation. The idea that Lucy was familiar with Mr. Huston was both surprising and unsettling.
"Yes," Lucy said, acknowledging my question, "but tell , how do you guys know each other?" I asked, still baffled by the unexpected revelation.
Lucy’s response, however, was equally perplexing. "What? I think the jerk didn’t say anything to you, right? Are you unable to recognize your husband?" She asked, her tone laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration.
I couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration myself as I tried to make sense of the situation. "We’ve never t before, Lucy. He didn’t even show up before the wedding," I retorted, my voice tinged with a sense of bitterness and confusion.
The revelation that Mr. Huston, my husband, had apparently known Lucy and entrusted her with the task of delivering the gown was a shock to my system.
Lucy, however, couldn’t suppress a chuckle as she glanced at . Her mischievous expression hinted at a playful ga she had in mind.
’Elena doesn’t seem to rember Derek,’ Lucy thought to herself, her eyes twinkling with mischief. ’Now is the ti to have so fun with them.’
Lucy let out a sigh, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Oh, poor you," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I couldn’t help but furrow my brow at her comnt, my confusion mounting.
Lucy, however, seed eager to unveil the truth. "Do you know that Derek and I went to your ho yesterday?" she revealed, her words taking
by surprise.
"Derek? Was he with you?" I inquired, and my curiosity piqued as I tried to make sense of the connection between Derek and Mr. Huston.
"Yes, honey," Lucy replied, her face adopting a pitiful expression that only deepened my bewildernt.
"So Derek is also a friend of Mr. Huston?" I asked, seeking clarity in the midst of the intricate web of relationships.
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Lucy, her eyes widening in mock astonishnt, couldn’t resist the opportunity to playfully tease Elena further. "Oh my gosh. Yes, he is his friend as well," she declared with a smirk, her voice laced with amusent.
Lucy couldn’t resist the urge to have a little fun with the situation. She knew that Elena was entirely unaware of the connection between Derek and Mr. Huston, and she decided to playfully exploit the situation. Elena couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, bewildered by Lucy’s cryptic comnts.
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"And, as you know, he just married a girl," Lucy inford . Her words brought a spark of hope, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. I knew that Derek had been instruntal in saving my life that night, and I had never had the chance to properly thank him.
"Oh, but that’s good. So they must be here," I replied, my voice filled with optimism.
To be continued.
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