Cynthia was
tired.
Since the meeting with everyone, Cynthia hadn’t slept too much. In fact, she was absolutely certain that Jeremiah had slept
more than her. When she was sleeping beside Mason, her dreams were plagued by nightmares, and rightfully so – things were taking a turn for the worst and Cynthia knew it very well. Waking up to find Mason beside her, concerned, was not what she wanted.
So, Cynthia decided to sneak away to her chambers that afternoon during the brief moments she had to sleep. Cynthia wasn’t underneath the sheets; she was just lying atop of the comforter of her bed with her hand underneath the pillow. After all, the maids that they had worked hard to make it once, Cynthia wasn’t about to have them make it
again.
Not when this whole situation apparently started because Saariyah was presumably stressed. Cynthia had even taken a moment to address her own ladies and staff that it was alright to take a break if they wanted to, reassuring them that the workload was evenly divided. Any concerns that anyone had was to be brought to her, Cynthia wouldn’t have it any other way.
There were lessons to learn from everything.
Cynthia’s ears perked up momentarily when she heard a familiar voice at the door, just as she began to drift to sleep –
Jacqui…can we talk?
Her baby blues fluttered for a moment, placing a palm against her face as she rubbed her eyelids. Cynthia would proceed to motion out of bed, and in a murmur, knowing that she couldn’t
avoid this conversation, Cynthia replied,
“Come in as long as you’re not with Kasidhe.”
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Jacquelyn Devereaux
