The Grand Mistress

Feather's feelings went heavy as she stared at herself. She was left wondering then if what she heard before she found Hawk was all real or it was just a product of her hallucinations. Perhaps she was just in a state of panic and her doubts had struck and covered her trust causing her to be slightly paranoid. 

She raised her hand to her face, caressing it ever carefully. She raised her chin and looked at herself. She was beautiful and perfect and thought that no one, not even the most expert whore could out stand such a pretty face she wore. Why would she ever be insecure then?

Feather was still having her narcissistic episode in the mirror when one of the bathroom's cubicles opened and a woman emerged, wearing a beach shawl all over her head. Knowing that she wasn't alone, Feather cut off her self adoration and continued washing her face. 

For a moment Feather thought how in the world would a perfectly sound minded person wear a shawl inside a bathroom? It was such a sinful fashion taste and so with disgust, she watched the woman at the side of her eyes but couldn't figure out her face because right then, as she was about to check her out, the woman put a sunglasses on, something that covered almost all of her face. With how dreadful she looked as per Feather's taste, she rolled an eye at her thinking she might be one of those unfortunate losers that existed in the world meant for women like her—wealthy,  beautiful, successful and perfect.

The woman beside Feather took her time, concealing herself and when she was done spending time in the mirror, she walked toward the door. Feather, who was innately a bitch, suddenly felt picking on her and so she planned to block her way and pushed her off the floor. This resort afterall was owned by the Gao's so she can pick on anyone she thought was not fit for such a place like it. The lady who shared the bathroom with her was an example of that.

So, as soon as the woman moved forward, Feather attempted to block her, only to realize she was far taller than she expected that when their body met, she was the one who stumbled slightly and was pushed right back toward where she previously stood.

"Ooops!" The woman gasped as soon as she saw Feather being thrust back. "I'm sorry Miss. Are you somehow blind?"

Her question gained a big arch on Feather's brow. 

'How dare this woman? Doesn't she know who I am?'

"I can escort you out if you are indeed blind," The woman went forward toward her and waved a hand in front of her face to check. She saw Feather instantly blinked and so she was relieved. "Oh you are not blind. You are just one careless woman,"

Her recent comment drew a big 'ah' on Feather's mouth as if she cannot take her sarcasm. She wanted to throw a big slap on the woman's face right then and drag her off the bathroom then send her to hell. How dare she pick up on her? Who the hell is this woman?

Feather moved to hurt the woman who was clearly playing the game she started. However, before she could make a move, a sudden beautiful spark caught  her attention and when she looked toward it, it led her right through the neck of the woman where a familiar jewelry was hanging.

It was shining with simplicity but it was far beautiful enough to catch everyone's attention. It was the Mariposa Verde and seeing the jewelry right then, gave Feather some chills than she had last night while hearing her own fiancee moaning for another woman!

"That is…" Feather pointed instantly to the jewelry hanging on the woman's neck as if she had seen a ghost. Her eyes went from the jewelry, then to the woman's face that was hiding under her shawl and sunglasses and back again to her neck again where the mariposa verde resided.

"Oh, this is the ever famous mariposa verde," The woman held the jewelry and caressed it with adoration before turning her attention back to Feather whose face turned into a real mess. 

"Do you like it?" The woman asked, surely teasing her. "It was a gift from my lover,"

Feather could bear the woman's audacity, claiming her fiance as her lover. Was this person Hawk Monsanto's woman? Seeing the mariposa verde hanging on her neck only confirmed her suspicion. So, the whore did manage to follow them all the way to Mondrew City to hit on Hawk while she was around?

An instant anger rose to Feather's spine but as much as she wanted to slit the woman's throat by her very hand, she cannot do so knowing that Hawk was outside. He was already upset at her earlier and although she wasn't certain if her killing his mistress would upset him even more, she still didn't want to take the risk. Also, her mother carefully instructed her never to make more enemies at this point when she was not yet wed to Hawk to prevent complications. Angering a mistress then would surely divide Hawk's attention and knowing how Hawk was amused of this mistress at the moment, she was not sure where to stand.

"Truth was I don't specifically like this jewelry," The woman continued, more to Feather's frustration. "But I heard my man had exerted too much effort to get me this, so I cannot just throw it away. I made sure to wear it all the time, to please him,"

Feather was silenced not knowing how to react and what to feel. She was Hawk's legitimate fiancee and yet why does it feel like she was the other woman instead? For a moment, she didn't want to introduce herself and made the woman know she was the real fiancee of the man she claimed as a lover because she didn't want to be laughed at.