NovelEnglishChapter 6: Her Return
Six Years Later.
Athena inhaled deeply, calming her fraying nerves whilst sitting in the limousine her friend had hired for her.
In her hands were the ticket to the party, which he had pleaded with her for months to attend, the party that
would herald her return to the world where she had been exiled from.
She had thought she was done with that part of the universe until she had met Zane...
"Ma'am, we are here."
Her driver reminded her.
It's been more than five minutes, she thought, looking at the slim watch on her slender wrist.
It's been more than five minutes since she has been here, resetting her mind, and preparing it to take, in a cool
stride, whatever she would see in this party.
"I'm aware, sir. Just givea few more, please."
Her phone dinged right at that moment, preventing her from hearing the driver's dissatisfied grunt.
Quickly she swiped it open, her breath held in suspension, as she perused the content of the message. It was
just payment from a client for a successful treatment.
Wheew!
She exhaled harshly, splaying her right hand on her chest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe didn't want any interruption of any kind, not even from her favorite people. Especially them.
Her eyes, for the third time, found the hall, which had been picked for the event. It was huge and extraordinarily
beautiful, big enough to contain a lot of people.
She wondered if she would see familiar faces here, if they would even remember her.
A lot of things had happened since her exile, and although she was tougher than she had been then, she would
have appreciated a quiet evening with no familiar faces. But the celebrant was a popular one; her wish would be
nearly impossible to grant.
The loud sighing of the driver again interrupted her reverie, reminding her of his impatience. And so, with a final
inhalation of calmness, she thanked him for the ride and stepped out of the car.
As she walked toward the hall's entrance, blinded by the lights of the paparazzi, she wondered if they knew who
she was, if they knew what her role in tonight's party would be. She hoped not.
Just then, she noticed a handssuited male in his late twenties—she made the guess—approaching her.
"Dr. Caddel, please this way..."
Athena sighed softly in relief, following the male immediately. Her friend had made arrangements for her.
This new man took her past the standing queue of finely dressed men and women, who were waiting to be
scanned by the hefty man in front, to the hefty man-scanner.
The man-scanner, who could easily pass as a bouncer, exchanged glances with her escort, probably wondering
why the latter was displaying such favoritism in the open.
"It's Dr. Caddell..."
The only indication that the bouncer had heard the escort was a pique of his eyebrows, before he turned to his
iPad to search for her name.
Athena tapped her feet on the ground, counting until the moment when the man would locate her name.
She was already hearing murmurs from the people in the queue. They were wondering why she was taken past
them; they were wondering if she was more important than the most elite of the state that were still in queue.
They didn't know who she was.
Athena relaxed, a relaxation that becshort lived, when there was a tap on her arm.
"Athena?"
It has been six years, but Athena would never forget the voice of the lady that had been the source of her misery
for three solid years. Fiona.
Athena quickly sported an aloof demeanor, and swiveled gracefully; there wasn't an indication on her face that
she remembered her old rival.
"It is really you..." Fiona breathed in awe, not believing what her eyes were seeing, fanning the embers of
Athena's aloofness.
"Do | know you?" Athena asked, almost purring in excitement, when she saw the swift change in Fiona's
countenance.
The awe was displaced, and replaced with sheer contempt.
Athena watched, unmoved, as Fiona cackled in derision, attracting the attention of the people in the queue.
"What are you doing here, Athena? How are you here?"
Yet Athena remained silent.
And when she saw that Fiona wasn't forthcoming with any more speeches—for the latter was unable to get rid of
the shock of seeing a curvy Athena—she turned around, and tapped her escort on the arm.
"Can we leave?"
This simple question, this snide dismissal, caused Fiona to see red, to grit her teeth in anger. Without stopping to
think, she dragged Athena by the arm, causing a tear to spot on the latter's dress.
The escort tried to intervene then, seeing the harsh treatment melted on the VIP his master had told him to take
care of, but Athena stopped him with a wave of her hand. She could handle it.
"I don't know who you are, but are you sure you can cover the expenses for this torn dress?"
Fiona seized that opportunity to look at the dress Athena was wearing, very well. She bit her lips hard, angry, as
she noticed how the dress fitted Athena perfectly, gliding over her curves sexually.
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