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[Lady Dimitrescu x female oc] Don't like it, don't read it!(contains lemon scenes) ~oOo~ "You are supposed to gain her trust, not to admire her beautiful face.", a stirn voice behind her said with dignity. Veira rolled with her eyes, leaning back again and turning around only to see Miranda sitting on her bed. "And what in the world do I owe the pleasure of seeing you twice a day?" Veira had always been a sarcastic woman, her trying to be polite to people she did not like mostly ended up in her giving sarcastic answers with an annoyed undertone. "I want to know everything she said to you.", the witch answered and watched the Marquesa removing her earrings and the pearls in her hair. As all the pins were removed all of her shiny red hair fell down onto her hips. "I don't remember it to be my task to be your spy, Miranda. As well as I don't remember that you consider it to be a problem that I admire her beauty." She reached out to her brush as Miranda grabbed her hand so tightly, she was forced to let the brush fall back onto the table. She hissed and wanted to turn around again to face Miranda, but the witch enclosed her neck with her narrow fingers making Veira gasp for air. "You will do as I say, understand? You will make her trust you, you will tell me everything she tells you as her good friend and most importantly: You will not flirt with her! Your only job is to convince her to take the cadou."
Prologue, 1957: Marquesa
