Chapter 72: Grateful?

Nevaeh felt cold air kiss her skin as she nervously made her way down the hallway to the stairs. She had thought there was some misunderstanding and the maid was wrong about her sister being around, but her hopes were shattered when the maid said they looked identical.

Elle was really there? She gulped as she rubbed her sweaty palm on her gown.

Didn't her mother say Elle hasn't been found? How come she was here now?

Nevaeh had never thought Elle's return would make her feel this way—Uneasy. She had wished for her safe return, but now she was having unimaginable thoughts which she was so ashamed of.

She rubbed her hand on her arm.The news of Elle's presence had suddenly turned her cold, and her insides were twirling and churning.

Every worry she had felt since she stepped foot into Dale's house came rushing down to her, making her heart pound when she saw it was indeed Elle. She was truly back.

Her heart skidded like a beating drum when Elleanor turned towards her and held her gaze. They both shared an indescribable look, while Nevaeh wondered what was going through her sister's mind. Her gaze was inscrutable.

She drew in a short, sharp breath and her lips quavered and formed a shaky smile when Elle lightly smiled at her.

"Vaeh." She called, her eyes still bearing her gaze.

Nevaeh gripped the cold rail and descended the stairs.

"Elleanor." She called with a slight tone of surprise. Her gaze skimmed over her body, and a sigh of relief hissed through her lips when she saw she was unscathed. As a matter of fact, she looked better than she had been before her wedding.

Despite her fears and worries, she was grateful to have her back in good shape especially after what Dale had said. Several horrible imaginations had gone through her mind after Dale told her about her state of mind.

Dale, where was he? Why wasn't he coming? She wanted to tell him about that weird dream she had.

Was it a dream or a memory? If it was a memory, what did it mean? She didn't want to assume anything or keep her hopes up, least she gets disappointed and heart, shattered.

Nevaeh was surprised when Elle suddenly hugged her.

"I'm sorry, Vaeh." She whispered into her ears, making Nevaeh slightly stiffen. "I'm the reason why you here. I'm so sorry." She apologized. Nevaeh felt her heart squeeze her badly at the sound of Elle's words. She had not hugged her as much as she was doing now, and her words and actions made her feel guilty. Guilty, for currently thinking about Dale who was supposed to be hers. For falling for him even before she was aware of all the craziness that she had been enlightened about. She was supposed to keep her sister's man and help maintain her marriage, but now she was hoping he belonged to her instead. She covected him like nothing else mattered other him. The man was an enigma, but she doesn't care. Or maybe she did, hence why she hasn't asked him what he was.

Her arms trembled to go around Elle and return her hug, but she couldn't. Whatever cold she felt was slowly dissipating and sweat buds were begining to form over her.

"I...I'm sorry too." She muttered against Elle's ears who broke the hug.

Her misty eyes gazed at Elle when she cupped her face and stared into her eyes.

"Why do you apologize?" Elle curiously inquired. She bit her lips and darted her eyes away when Nevaeh observed her keen look on her. She couldn't tell her why. The reason for her apology was so shameful so she opted for a lie.

"Be...because, mother said you were going through alot, and as your sister I didn't even notice." Her gentle voice said.

Well, it wasn't just a lie, there was some truth in her words, because that was exactly how she felt. She felt ashamed for not being there for her sister. For not knowing her struggles and sharing in it.

"You don't have to apologize. You're the one making a huge sacrifice for me, and I'm grateful." Elle said.

'Grateful?'

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Nevaeh didn't think she was deserving of that. If only she knew, she wouldn't be as grateful as she was right now.

In a space of two weeks, she has changed. Her thoughts were no longer as innocent and harmless as they used to be. She now wanted so many things. And what bothered her wasn't the change she was undergoing, but that she wasn't perturbed by it.

"Vaeh?" Elle snapped her out of her thoughts. Nevaeh gazed at her as she now wondered why she was here. Was she here to take her place? That must the reason why she had made such an appearance, right? But Dale could have been home, and that would have put them both in trouble, and she didn't know she had told Dale the truth. Or did she? Had her mother lied to her?

"Are you back?" Nevaeh asked. Heavy thudding sounds filled her ears as she waited for Elle's response. How she'd loved to ask where she had been for these many days and why she had run away in the first place, but this question was more important to her. She has not only became greedy, but selfish. Change was indeed a constant variable among humans.

Elle's return meant so many things, and the most important yet scary part of them was, she had to leave.

Would Elle make her leave before Dale returned? Should she share with her all she had learnt and experienced? Maybe she should ask if strange things had also happened to her? Perhaps it would help her discover the answer she desired.

Nevaeh suddenly felt uneasy as she observed Elle's strange look on her. Why was she staring at her in such manner? Was she really here to take Dale back? Her fingers fidgeted but she clenched them when Elle seem to take note of them.

"Francis." She said and paused, causing Nevaeh to stare at her.

'Francis'

"What happened to him? Is he okay?" Worry and concern hinted her words. Of course, he wouldn't be okay. They had a made a promise to be married to each other. A vow she hadn't even thought about in days. What kind of a person has she truly become?

She heard Elle sigh after staring at her for a little bit longer. Her eyes followed her as she reached for hair and brushed her hand through it.

"Something has changed about you, Vaeh." She said. "You seem to be more worried about something else than Francis."

"That's not—"

"True?" Elle cocked a brow at her.

"Why are you here, Elleanor? Eng.." She paused. "Dale could have been around." She said. She couldn't tell what was wrong but felt uncomfortable with Elle's gaze and attitude.

She tried to calm herself when Elle placed her hand on her shoulder and slowly circled her.

"I was really hoping I would see him." Nevaeh's eyes widened in shock at the sound of her words. She wanted to see him? Why?

"W.. why?" Her curious gaze fell on Elle when she finally stood in front of her.

"Why?" Elle raised a brow at her. "Because he's my husband."

'Husband.' Nevaeh almost felt her heart explode. She slowly trailed Elle's gaze and she was surprised to find her resting her hand on her chest.

Elle chuckled. "It feels like it might explode." Nevaeh took a retreating step, but Elle gripped her gown and pulled her close. She suddenly looked scary. Her eyes glowed of something strange. Something that terrified her.

Nevaeh wasn't sure what she was feeling at the moment, but her body vibrated with fear, and Elle's next question made her tremble even more.

"Nevaeh, have you fallen for my husband?"

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