Capítulo 3: Chapter 2 : How could she just leave?
Hugo yelled at the top of his lungs, his usual calmness almost non existent as the wine glass in his hand shattered, " What do you mean she's gone "? Cecilia sighed as she looked at the mess on the floor, " You should really calm down Prince Hugo ".
Hugo stomped his foot, glaring at her " Shut up, how could you let her leave ". Cecilia bit her tongue, swallowing her comment [ She stole you away from me, I'm glad she left ] " She said she had important matters to attend to ".
Hugo dejectedly collapsed back into his chair, looking at the ceiling " She took Jeremy and Felicity as well "? Cecilia only nodded [ Good ridden to you all ] " Yes sir ". Hugo's disappointment only grew and his blue eyes reflected it.
" She didn't even say goodbye ", Cecilia resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she watched her boss sulk, " I'm sure she didn't mean to, would you like to talk to me about it ". Hugo frowned, pointing at the door " I'd prefer if you left, your presence irritates me ".
Cecilia felt her brow twitch as she nodded and turned to leave. Hugo only groaned louder, hitting his head on the table " What am I supposed to do now?, no one to play with ".
Cecilia rested her head on the door as she walked out and brought out the letter in her jacket. It was in a simple white envelope with the words, To Hugo written on it " How dare she call his name so intimately ".
Cecilia had no intention of reading it since it wasn't meant for her and against the code of butler ethics. She couldn't bring herself to destroy it either since Hugo would be more than furious with her if he found out.
She knew Hugo was going to be a mess after this and as much as she hated it, she needed the jasmine tea Iris had told her to give Hugo when he found out she left, " She's so damn thorough, I respect that " [ Makes me hate you a little less ]
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" Did you find the woman yet "? Oliver couldn't help but laugh bitterly as he thought of Iris. " You are all the best intelligence Yaspin has to offer and you can't find me a woman "?
They all bowed their head low, their representative forcing himself to speak " We're sorry, we can't seem to find any information related to her ". Oliver laughed bitterly, " How dare that woman trick me "?
One soldier raised his hand stiffly and Oliver let him speak, " We found out that one of your uniforms are missing General during the search for Miss Fetti ". Oliver squinted his eyes, " Missing how ". He gulped as he continued, " It was believed that Miss Fetti was the last person in your room General ".
Oliver laughed bitterly, the subordinates knew if this went on they'd be the one to suffer for it. All they could do was internally weep [ How could you just leave us behind like this Miss Fetti? ]
The same soldier continued speaking but held out a white envelope with the words, To Oliver written on it " There was this letter on your table as well General ". Oliver calmed some as he saw the black ink, he'd recognize that beautiful cursive writing anywhere.
" Hand it over ", the men felt somewhat relieved as they realized their boss had calm down. Then he brought out a pink camouflage patterned handkerchief folded into a small triangle, " This was on top of it as well ".
Oliver frowned slightly as he took it and waved them out, " You're all excused ". The men didn't need to be told twice as they quickly ran out of the room. Oliver only sighed as he opened up the handkerchief " Smells like her too ".
Within it was a simple star shaped pin in silver. Curiously, he picked it up and examined it. He turned it over and saw the words Huckleberry engraved on the back. Oliver laughed quietly to himself as he put the pin on.
He rubbed his nose, talking to no one in particular and reminding himself to be the strict solider he was, " Since you're not so shameless, I'll let the uniform thing go ". [ But I'll still find you ]
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In the bustling city of Vansi, Andca in a five star hotel, a long sigh could be heard on the top floor. " Can you please stop sulking, I'm sure Miss Fetti will be back soon ".
Griffin only glared at his manager with his bright orange eyes and threw one of the numerous pillows on his bed at the man, " Can you hear yourself, do you really think she'll come back "?
Logan could only roll his eyes at his friends behavior, " What do you expect us to do Griff "? Griffin sighed loudly, collapsing back into the pillows " Find her ". Logan felt his mouth twitch as he threw the pillow back, " Your tour just ended, find her yourself ".
Griffin brightened as he scrambled off the bed, " Really ". Logan obviously didn't expect him to take him up on the offer [ He still has a hard time understanding sarcasm ] But then again if he refused Griffin, he would just carry on behind his back.
So he nodded in agreement, " Yeah but we have to go back to Itabel first. Report back to headquarters and junk ". Griffin was no longer listening as he was already thinking of what he'd say when he found her.
" She left you something though ", Griffin immediately turned around " And your just telling me now because "? Logan bit back his comment [ Cause I thought she was just another fan you didn't care about ]
Griffin handled the somewhat thick leather book Logan handed to him with extreme caution. It was white and covered in musical notes. In the center was that beautiful writing that made him want to sing again after so many years.
To Griffin, written in matching black ink. He took a long whiff of the book [ Smells like her ] and he opened the book and saw some writing at the bottom of the page. « PS I took three of your guitar picks. Thank you for signing them for me ».
Griffin knew he was supposed to be mad, he hated people taking his stuff which was ironic since he was a popstar with millions of fans who literally wanted a piece of him.
But he couldn't help but laugh as he held the book closely to his chest, " She didn't forget me ". Logan on the other hand feared his friend had lost his mind but Griffin just stared at him seriously " What are you still doing here? Go book the flight tickets ".
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