章節 4: She Only Has Her Body to Own
"You can have any piece of clothing I have. They are replaceable," the man called Gephardt answered. Unlike earlier, he smiled at Wren and even brought his utensil down when he talked.
In her version of Heaven, the prince was still obsessed with catering with this Wren Chastain. Keagan didn't know how to make peace with the fact that she would still have to hide and stand at the side. This was supposed to be her fantasy dream until she died out.
Her thoughts made her bring her eyes down to the shiny floor. It had a poor reflection of the table and the woman standing in front of her. How envious; even when cast on a dark surface, Wren Chastain's fairness still continued to radiate as if she were the sun. Even her perfect raven hair with a pink underside looked more than a black blob.
However, why did it look like she couldn't see Wren's face on it? The other features were so clear, and yet the face didn't even have the semblance of the red lips and her dark eyes.
"I should have checked up on you earlier. I didn't realize you'd be awake right now," Wren spoke as she walked closer to Keagan, obscuring her strange reflection on the floor with her body. "You didn't seem to be clothed properly, either."
"Huh?" Keagan twitched as she noticed how Wren had come close. The candle fingers moved behind her head—soon down her back—as they followed along her plaits. Wren then picked on the hair ties and released Keagan's lush blonde hair, giving it a shake to give it some volume.
Wren also checked under the collar of the dressing gown, getting a glimpse of the pink nightdress. She then met Keagan's gaze again. "I would have to be in the company early today. Do you mind staying here for today? Gephardt is on vacation, so he can watch over you. You won't be left on your own."
Keagan's eyes flickered before pulling back a little. Her arm was even lifted to create a wall between them. "Uhm, what is happening? I can't be dreaming of you right now, am I?"
"She thinks she's dead." Gephardt continued eating since he was already ignored by the brunette. He didn't look offended by it, however.
Then again, his words sounded strange in Keagan's ears. How come he assumed that was what she was thinking? Was he a mind reader? No, that couldn't be right. He only stared at her for three seconds—Keagan counted in her mind!
Wren glanced over her shoulder before looking at Keagan again. "I'm sorry. Someone should explain the situation to you, but I have a meeting to attend. I'll just get someone to prepare a few things for you. For now, you should eat."
"Madam, the car is ready. We must leave now if you don't want to run late," another attendant spoke from the door she came from.
Wren only sighed in resignation. When her eyes opened, she stared at Keagan for a moment before speaking, "You can eat and change into something else later. If you want to go home, Cherie can arrange everything for you. I have to leave."
Keagan soon nodded as Wren began walking away. She didn't know what was happening, but it seemed that she was wrong. She wasn't dead yet; she was just in the Chastain Manor. Then again, she wondered which was worse between the two.
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In contrast to what Wren expected, Keagan decided to leave in her absence. She would only beg Wren for forgiveness if she was not imposing on the other woman. For now, she would just take her leave and hope for the best. The woman had already saved an insignificant Keagan Allard; it was already too much for her to overstay her welcome.
Keagan only had her clothes on her person. She didn't have anything to sell or expect to gain, but she was still above living in the house of a stranger. Since she would be trying to live outside the reach of her ex and the terrors of her past, Keagan would rather jump to another city.
Then again, before that, she should at least secure a few supplies. That meant she needed money; she needed to work.
After the scandal broke out, Keagan lost everything and incurred debts from all her payables. Elijah would cover for those, but she needed to pay him back—hence, she had been hard at work through small jobs as a freelancer. All her money went to him, and everything she used was things he bought. Keagan had nothing she owned aside from this body. She could only get away with taking this body alone.
Keagan spotted a small bakery. Customers would come and go, but a lone old woman was manning the counter and the tables. Seeing an opportunity, she walked in and smiled as she stood in front of the counter. "Hello, excuse me…"
"Hello, what can I get you?" The old woman still smiled at her despite the busy place—only because she was working alone.
"Uhm, I can't help but notice that you're having a hard time managing your customers. Would you like to hire a part-timer?" Keagan smiled wider, but the smile on the old woman's lips dropped.
A part-time job? The old woman glanced at the beautiful lady in front of her. Someone with those looks could fetch a job better than part-timing in her bakery. She was even clothed with nice clothes as if she were a rich lady instead. However, the beautiful woman would not leave if she stayed quiet.
The old woman glanced at her small bakery's eight tables. "I can handle them myself. I don't have money to pay a part-timer, either. Earning more is my priority. You can leave."
"You don't have to pay me. Wait, I mean… I'd take four plain donuts as payment." Keagan raised her four fingers and pleaded again. "Granny, please take me in. I promise I work hard. I just don't have anywhere else to go to, right now."
"…all right. I will man the counter, and you serve the tables. Clean them as the customers go and make sure to greet them." The old woman sighed. She then glanced at her full drawers. "You also go run promotions. If we sell every piece of bread, I will give you twenty bucks."
Keagan's eyes glittered, and she clapped once. "Thank you so much, Granny! Don't worry, I'll do my best to get everything sold!"
The old woman didn't trust her, but with a smile like that, which of those gullible high schoolers would not bother buying her donuts? Then again, that would work if they were in that kind of neighborhood. She just bid Keagan good luck before handing her one of the old aprons.
"Let's see what you've got."
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