No more Mischief. I can’t handle the baby! We’re hiring a butler and you’re gonna woo him and make him take care of this blasted child.
Hmm, if he’s a butler, he probably doesn’t have much money of his own.
But we don’t discriminate here!
Time to put those skills you learned from Rordon Gamsay to work! You make that wedding cake, girl.
‘kay… kinda underwhelming, not gonna lie, but it does look good so I’ll give you a pass.
Sage over here wonderin’ why you decided to bring your new toddler that decided to age up off-camera when I wasn’t paying attention pft. Just tell him to hush and get on with the ceremony, we’re losing daylight.
Ah yes, the sun is shining on you, enhancing your radiant beauty for your husband to be. He’s so smitten, he has no idea what’s in store for him. Or maybe he does and he just doesn’t care. Either way, it matters little.
With your vows exchanged, it’s time to feed your boo some cake~
“I promise it’s not poisoned,” Mischief giggles before shoving a bite into his mouth.
While Sage thanks the guests for coming, Mischief headed up to the second floor to meet her secret lover. Why is he a secret? Because she doesn’t want to kill him! I know, I know, you’re probably sitting there like “﴾͡๏̯͡๏﴿ O’RLY?” but it’s true!
I do believe Mischief is experiencing true love for the first time in her life!
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