Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 495

But as Sylvia kept on laughing, suddenly her eyes blurred with tears.

She never thought he'd actually remember.

Every Christmas, Rupert was always the first to give her a card with a crisp bill tucked inside. Back in those days when her crush was still a secret, she'd look forward to that moment more than anything-because it meant she could finally talk to him, for real, about everything and nothing. For a few minutes, it almost felt like she mattered just a little more.

But today, all of that was coming to an end.

Sylvia clutched the envelope, lowering her head as her tears bloomed in little stains across the red paper. She covered her mouth with her hand, desperate not to make a sound and have Rupert notice.

An hour later, she was dressed in the outfit Rupert had picked out for her-a bright cherry red, double-breasted coat with a dramatic collar and a sash that hung down her side, festive and just a bit flirtatious. Around her neck, a vintage- style pearl and lace necklace added a touch of old-school glamour.

Rupert came down the stairs just as Sylvia was setting out breakfast.

"I was just about to call you over," she said, grinning as she pointed to the spread -pancakes, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and a small mountain of hash browns.

Rupert sat down slowly. "That's a lot of food."

"It's Christmas morning-go big or go home," Sylvia said, scooting her chair

closer to his. "I made all your favorites. Try some."

Rupert eyed the overflowing plates, then reached out and gently pinched her chin. "Did you poison any of this?"

Sylvia didn't even try to pull away, just gave him a look. "Fine, I'll eat it myself then."

to turn away, but he gently guided her face back. "Maybe you should. I

her eyes but scooped up a forkful and shoved it

had she never noticed he could be like

stood up to clear the plates, but Sylvia

of the year, you're not

"Is that a rule?"

grinned, nudging him toward the

ushered Rupert out the door, she glanced back at the kitchen, whispering a

...

The Garcia Manor.

of activity. Sleek black cars lined the drive all the way out to

shade of Garcia-well-dressed, well-off, and well aware of

nervous glance at Rupert. "Maybe

You know

had never been shy about gossiping behind

his watch.

to soothe her nerves. The closer they got

the relatives she was worried about. It was

still couldn't face Reese

said quietly, reading her mind. Sylvia let out a breath she didn't

Rupert's car pulled up, the other Garcias

they stopped, Set

I was to bolt.