I yawned. How bad do I look after that h.e.l.lish night? I picked up a hand mirror which was on the floor and screamed.

I looked like I was about to jump out of a TV and haunt someone like the girl from the Ring. My eyes had bags under them and my hair was all over the place. I sighed and tried to run my fingers through my hair only for them to get stuck. I winced as I pulled. Holy f.u.c.k. This was so embarra.s.sing. I actually have my fingers stuck in my rat's nest of a hair.

I sat on the floor rocking back and forth as I tried to take my fingers out of my hair without ripping off my weave. My eyes were pulled as I pushed my head back. Oh my G.o.d. Thank G.o.d that I was the only person in the room-

"Wow. I thought that all pretty women were naturally beautiful. I guess not."

Something inside of me cracked at that moment. I turned to see the oldest Marquis's son standing in the doorway with a smirk. Of all the mother f.u.c.kers to see me in this embarra.s.sing state. My hands were stuck in my hair, my face was a mess, and my dress was half open with my corset showing. Haha haha.

I should just calm down and a.s.ses the situation. This isn't as bad as I'm making out to be-

WHO AM I f.u.c.kING KIDDING? THIS HAS GOT TO BE THE WORST MOMENT OF MY ENTIRE LIFE! SOMEONE PLEASE GET A GUN AND KNOCK ME OUT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!

I trembled as I stood and faced the Marquis's son.

"Oh John! How could you be so mean to me in the morning? You must know that perfection takes time."

"It's not like you're perfect even when you freshen up Mila."

I yanked and finally free my hair from my fingers. A clump of hair was ripped clean off my scalp. An image of a bald spot filled me mind. I internally cried and shook my clenched fists at John.

Mother f.u.c.ker how could you know anything about the struggle us women have? The monthly visits of the devil we have where we turn red. The constant rush for beauty, and being thin.

It's not like we do makeup or wash up to please you a.s.sholes. Some people like me do it just to look presentable or because they want to. It's not like men are on our mind all the time. We have other s.h.i.+t to worry about. Like oh my G.o.d, that pimple has not disappeared even though it's been two weeks!

I sighed. This man was just as much of a p.r.i.c.k as his father. I pulled up my falling dress from the sides to stop my b.r.e.a.s.t.s from spilling out. A chuckle filled the room as John's amber eyes squinted. He looked just like a red fox with the way his lips turned upward.

I picked up Baron's coat and tied it around my waist to hold up the dress which was in pieces. Anyone would think of me as being some sort of s.l.u.t but G.o.d was I far away from being one. I think.

I sat down on the floor cross legged and asked John.

"What are you here for f.u.c.ker?"

John chuckled as he walked in and sat on the floor facing me. He then reached over and twirled one of my stray hairs around his index finger.

"I'm bored so I came here to seek some amus.e.m.e.nt. I guess that I've made the right decision."

I smacked John's hand away.

"Stop the pleasantries and s.h.i.+tty pickup lines. Are you here because your father has sent you to check on our progress?"

John sat back and looked at the ceiling as he said.

"You truly are too smart for your own good. Looking at the situation it seems like you guys aren't going to make it in time."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do you mean by that John?"

John looked at me as he answered.

"Well most of your preparations aren't even remotely ready. The weapons are still being commissioned. The s.h.i.+p is still being prepared and you haven't even started the "lifeboats" or so you call them."

Anxiety filled me. The only reason I agreed to begin our expedition in two more days is because the moon will be a crescent. This would mean that the tides at night are going to be relatively low allowing us for a fast start to the expedition. This can also give us fifteen days before a full moon. Based on my historical knowledge full moons are quite troublesome for sailors. And I don't need any problems of that nature right now. Additionally, a festival in this city is about to start in two days. We can use the commotion as a cover for us to escape from the Marquis without being noticed. After much thought I have decided to not take his sons as they will be troublesome. I have to find a way to get away from them. How am I going to distract the Marquis? It needs to be a subtle way that would surprise him.

Ah. I got it.

I smirked as I looked at John's clueless expression.

Mother f.u.c.ker, you better prepare yourself for the s.h.i.+t that I'm going to put you through. Don't blame anyone but your fate for provoking a ruthless b.i.t.c.h like me.

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Thank you so much for reading my luvs❤️Again I appreciate all of the support you guys have given me❤️

What do you think Mila is planning to do with the Marquis's son?

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