Prologue
The Dupont's estate was in a lively state as both of the madam were getting ready to go to a party hosted by a new neighbor in town—a wealthy couple whose names have been quite well known in their circle both from the unsavory rumours and gossip and so were from their success.
A prepossessing woman stood in front of the vanity in a slinky silver dress that shimmered under the light.
The dress clung to her figure, with thin straps and a low neckline that dipped just enough to draw attention. The fabric flowed smoothly to her legs with a subtle slit, and a sheer, silvery train draped gently from her shoulders, trailing behind her like moonlight.
As her platinum blonde hair cascaded down her shoulder blades, her piercing peridot depths looked at her ear's reflection in the mirror, focusing how the earring dangled at her pierced earlobe.
Pleased she was from her reflection's utter perfection. Once again, she's a devastating sight to behold by fortunate onlookers in the event they'll attend this very night.
The door of the quarters opened, and there entered a charming dark brown haired tanned woman who wore a deep emerald green velvet suit that hugged her frame. The blazer was sharp at the shoulders, with a single button at the waist, and underneath she wore a soft ivory blouse tied neatly at the neck. Her pants matched perfectly, straight and clean, adding to her polished look. Her blue eyes twinkled at the sight of the woman who stood in front of the vanity.
The beaming woman gently said "Mon chéri."
Her voice, an all too familiar and sweetly melody one could never tire of hearing.
Celeste, the fair beguiling lady adorned with an alluring dress paired with flattering earrings, turned around to face away from her reflection just to face Helena, the tanned delightful dashing suited lady by the door who called her by the endearment she could never mistake for anyone else's voice and delivery.
And Celeste smiled, her usual serene heavenly smile. A smile so simple yet incredibly liquefying to see.
"I told you to wait for me to come out, didn't I?" Celeste chuckled softly as she stood before Helena and wrapped her hands around her wife's neck. Seeing a red tint appearing on Helena's cheeks, Celeste smiled slyly as Helena wrapped her hands around Celeste's waist making Celeste frown as she smacked the woman's wandering hands off of her. "You haven't answered me." she reprimanded sternly.
"I just can't wait to see you, Mon amour." Helena whispered in a sultry tone as she smiled sweetly at Celeste who merely held her shoulders and push her out of the room and before she could even utter a word of retaliation Celeste bent down and kissed her cheeks as she smirked and close the door leaving the dumbfounded Helena in a daze.
•••••
And inside the master's bedroom of the mansion standing a few meters beside the Dupont's were the Mercier's with a tense atmosphere as the tall and outstanding woman—her shining golden blonde hair messy as she slowly adjusted her tie and fastened her belt.
She looked at the woman sitting on the messy bed with a distasteful frown, her piercing blue eyes staring daggers at the lone and meek woman looking away from her. The woman's clothes were messy with her dusky skin showing under the glow of the light inside the room and despite her efforts to cover up the red marks around her body, it can still be seen from the naked eye as she frowned, strands of her brown hair blocking the view from her beautiful jade like eyes.
"Will you just keep on wasting time by sitting there doing nothing?" The blonde woman by the name of Vivienne Mercier asked in an impatient tone as her wife flinched slightly—startled by her tone—and looked away as she stood up.
Her brown hair fell on her shoulders as she turned her back on the woman who put on her waistcoat and sat on the chair—her knees crossed and her short hair slicked back—as she looked at her golden watch with a scowl.
She's late. Though, it doesn't matter. No one can really reprimand her even if she was since her coming was already an honor. An honor she's willing to bestow to this business woman she heard from the rumours. Quite promiscuous rumours, that is.
As she pulled out her phone from her pocket and looked at the messages, time passed and her wife came out of the bathroom looking refreshed. Vivienne scoffed. Took her long enough.
Her wife stared at her for a few seconds looking like she had something to say as her eyebrows were knitted and her eyes darted from the floor to the eyes of Vivienne.
"What now?" Vivienne asked impatiently as her wife looked at her while clutching her hands and looking at the dress hanging on the closet. Vivienne felt confused on what the fuck this woman even wants as she became angry. "Say it." She ordered sternly.
"Can you…. go out while I'm changing my clothes?" Her wife spoke in a soft tone of voice which annoyed Vivienne as her frown deepened even further with her hands clenched. "If you don't mi—"
"And why should I do that, huh?" Vivienne asked, cutting her off. "I already see everything you have to hide, so, why are you still embarrassed?" She asked as the woman in front of her remained silent. "What? Say it. Explain to me why!" She shouted as the woman remained impassive which angered Vivienne more as she stood up, her arms raising in frustration as she stopped midway realizing what she's doing as she stomped her feet.
She turned her back against the slightly trembling woman and walked out of the door slamming it shut. "Fuck. Fuck this shit." She shouted in the hallway.
Margaret heaved a sigh of relief after Vivienne walked out as she clutched her trembling hands. She pulled down the robe she's wearing revealing her full body in front of the mirror as her face became solemn. Looks like she must need another heavy makeup on top of that already suffocating dress. She smiled grimly.
•••••
The servants worked busily in the Renard household, making sure the decorations were perfect, the dishes were correct and ready, and the preparations needed were spectacular as a blonde woman dressed in a stylish light purple long dress with a revealing back and skin tight wrapping around her curves complementing it.
She looked at the glass of wine in her hands, she observed the workers who were diligently working with a strange look. Her eyes darted from everyone entering and leaving the room as she sighed. The host is nowhere to be found and the party was already about to start.
Suddenly, a tall and composed woman wearing a dark blue suit with black tie with golden accent walked inside the hall with a charming smile plastered on her face. She's quite alluring with her eyes like rubies—if you're quite dumb to believe the words coming out of her mouth, that is.
Juliette sighed as she looked at the woman approaching her with a sweet mocking smile. As they stood face to face with each other, the woman bent down to her ear level and wrapped her hands around her waist much to Juliette'a dismay and horror.
She didn't try to move away as she looked away while rolling her eyes while gripping both of her hands. "Don't misbehave tonight, alright? My sweetheart." The woman whispered sweetly and almost intoxicatingly. "Remember darling, we needed this party to go well. What I do after is for us, alright?" She reminded as Juliette didn't say a word.
It's not that her words can change anything and not like she cared for those matters anymore.
Isabella felt satisfied as she kissed Juliette in the cheeks with a damned smile. Juliette didn't move away nor reacted, which as much as Isabella hated, she didn't spare much thought into it anymore as she moved towards the door and waited for the guests to arrive.
Finally, it has begun.