The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 My little angel

Jane

“You’re lying!” The sales woman immediately argues. “Elise Carrington is one of the wealthiest women in the world. She would never set a foot outside in such drab clothes.”

Glancing down at my jeans and fitted black top, I press my hand to my cheek in faux shock, “How strange!” | exclaim,”I.. was sure I’d worn my ball gown today. I always try to be as uncomfortable as possible when I fly.”

The women’s faces scrunch up in confusion. Clearly they don’t understand sarcasm. “I was traveling today.” | drawl derisively, “I’m rich, not crazy.”

“What you are, is a liar!” The indignant she-wolf accuses, turning towards her colleague with the phone. “Call security right now.”

“As I said, I know what my perfumes smell like, and this is a fake – as is the one you’re wearing.” | add calmly

“That’s not possible!” She objects swiftly. “My boyfriend bought this for me last year, and he spent thousands of dollars.” She eagerly called the security guard over, “Get this liar out of here!”

“Suit yourself.” | scoff, “It’s your funeral.”

“What are you talking about?” She hisses. “What does a lowly bitch like you know about any of this?”

bottle here?” Sighing, I remove a travel-sized bottle of perfume from my purse. “This is the real product.”

Exchanging the papers i elaborate, “But this one doesn’t have the orchids or wolfswood, which are extremely expensive and difficult to find. Instead it has aconite, which smells similar and is infinitely cheaper, but it can also be

skin is turning a sickly shade of green as her sharp wolf nose notes the distinct

“More commonly known as wolfsbane. Whoever created this counterfeit obviously thought it could only harm you if

“No.” She gulps, “…”

forward, the

could no longer speak, clearly refusing to accept that she’d

The second saleswoman

get these off the

the first woman, adding, “I would also advise washing off the fragrance.” As she runs to the restrooms, 1 turn to her colleague.

——

Eve

dead in my tracks. Everyone is in an uproar, and all the La Louve fragrance counters are empty. “What is the meaning of this?!” |

assumed she must be hideously deformed or something, but the woman in front of me now is anything but. I can only see her back, but a cascade of lustrous golden hair falls down

my voice, and my heart stops in my

a lethal smile and strides forward, extending her hand.

I take her hand. She looks exactly like Jane, but

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255