Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

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The two girls exchanged uneasy glances, both decided to deny any malinent. The one with her hair tied in a tight bun spoke first; her voice was dripping with false sweetness, a deliberately high-pitched voice that grated the ears. "Miss, we didn't mean it! Honestly, we had no idea anyone would be snow tubing on this high-difficulty track. It's not the right place for it, but we certainly didn't intend to hit your tube," she rambled.

But beneath her apology was a silent accusation, her face subtly suggesting that it was Yvette's fault for using a snow tube on an ice track like this.

In reality, Jeremiah had been pulling the tube along the edge, far from the main ski path, so their actions had not interfered with any skiers.

By now, a small group of bystanders had gathered, each nodding in agreement with the girl's explanation. They couldn't help but think, 'She's right. Who'd bring a snow tube on a high-difficulty track?'

A man from the crowd spoke up. "She's got a point. Snow tubing on a track like this is pretty odd. It was just a minor bump, no one was seriously hurt. Miss, why not let it slide?"

"Right," another voice added. "No harm done, and these girls are apologizing politely. Maybe you and your boyfriend shouldn't be so confrontational."

A third voice echoed, "Just let it go. This kind of thing happens on the slopes. It wasn't intentional, anyway."

The onlookers chimed in, siding with the two girls. The two women exchanged a smug glance, clearly pleased by the support.

Jeremiah and Yvette stood shoulder to shoulder. Yvette's dark eyes scanned the crowd, stopping at the man who had spoken first. Her face was an unreadable mask, but her voice, when she spoke, was sharper than the winter air. "Do you think you're a saint?" she asked with biting sarcasm.

The man, taken aback, responded defensively, "What do you mean by that?"

Jeremiah smirked, already sensing what was coming. Yvette's gaze locked onto the man, her stare cold. The man fidgeted under the weight of her eyes, his resolve faltering.

Yvette's calmly insulted, "Pity your heart doesn't match your saintly title."

he clenched his teeth. Realizing he had pushed too far, he muttered, "How

Within moments, they dispersed, leaving the girls stunned as they could

the snow tube a lazy nudge with his foot, sending rolling toward the girls. It struck their already sore legs, and they both screamed

longer curious, turned their attention elsewhere and resumed their

It's

sure the two got a taste of their own medicine, and now the girls' expressions soured, stunned

the bun said. "And I'm sure you didn't mean to knock

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Jeremiah, the kind of look that spoke volumes. They did not really blame him for hurting them with the snow tube but simply thought he was defending his girlfriend. 'Anyway, it's all his girlfriend's fault,' they thought. 'A small bump

lovestruck as she

turned icily sharp as he said, "Oh, it was on

and coldness as she observed their flustered reactions. She crouched and took hold of the girl's-the

but Yvette's grip was ironclad. The girl's chin reddened from friction, and her lipstick was

girl stammered in fear, "W-What are you doing? L-Let go of

dark, piercing eyes half-lidded as a subtle sly

Didn't I promise

voice faltering. "I-I

she curled up in fear, trying to stay out of Yvette's line of sight.

cheek as she said languidly "Don't get

effortlessly scooped her up in a single motion and hurled her

snow tube

the pain paralyzed her, sweat beading down her forehead as she slumped in the snow

the girl behind her thought Yvette was leaving her be, but then Yvette stopped, her gaze turning back to the other