Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 11

Last night?

Sylvia indeed spilled her guts.

She couldn't bear to see Rupert in such agony, so she gave in. At the height of their passion, amidst almost torturous teasing, she took the moment to bare her soul.

At the moment, she thought, perhaps Rupert would forget by tomorrow. But she would remember everything about this moment, and how close she had been to him at least once.

"Mr. Garcia, I have feelings for you. I've had them for a long time, ever since the day I walked into the Garcias' and you stood up for me. I've been secretly watching you. I know you might not care about me, but I...um...really...love you." Sylvia was sixteen when she joined the Garcias, dressed by her mother, Naomi, like a doll meant for display.

Naomi, unfamiliar with the minimalist fashion of the wealthy, just wanted her daughter to make a dazzling entrance into the Garcias'. Instead, Sylvia became the butt of jokes.

They called her an ugly duckling masquerading as a swan. Naomi, timid and afraid of confrontation, wouldn't even dare to rebuke the servants.

That was when Rupert appeared.

He was tall, clad in a black overcoat, standing under the porch flicking off the ash from his cigarette, exhaling smoke that veiled his face against the backdrop of softly falling snow. Aloof and dangerous, yet undeniably handsome. With just a look, he silenced the servants' mockery.

college, already the formidable person of Kingstoria. He

time. So long that she could still recall the

Their encounters were sporadic.

He leaned against the gazebo,

cramped while swimming, he dove in to

she was harassed and couldn't outrun her pursuer, he got

him gathered, moment by moment,

Yet...

be met with slander and

gaze, unable

wrong, I never

me 'uncle'

"Uncle."

her, his fingers playing with a cigarette. Their eyes met, and he snapped

tightness gripped Sylvia's chest,

over," Rupert

turning off the engine, Rupert glanced