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Misty frowned. Was that why Domenico said about her...vajayjay? Was he basically saying she should seduce his version in this world? She glanced down at her bunny costume. And maybe the Misty in this world was different, too. Maybe she was a go-getter here, a bold, risk-taking adventurer who wasn’t ashamed of flaunting her curves—-
“Misty?”
She jerked, realizing belatedly she had zonked out in front of Ed. “S-sorry,” she stammered.
The middle-aged man gave her a worried look. “You look really stressed out. Is the work too much?” His voice took an anxious note. “I’m truly sorry I got you out here. I know it’s far from your duties as a housekeeper—-”
Misty tried not to grimace as she listened to Ed’s words. A housekeeper. She had swapped her boring job as a technical proofreader for that of a housekeeper. There went her dreams of being a go-getter. Obviously, once a wimp, always a wimp. Apparently, in this world it was still up to her to change herself.
“—-but hopefully, the double pay will make up for it.” Ed looked behind his back when something crashed, wincing when he saw a huge, expensive looking flower-shaped crystal had been accidentally shoved off its marbled pedestal. “Oh dear, Mrs. Moretti will kill me—-”
Misty whitened and she quickly grabbed hold of Ed before he could leave. “Mrs. Moretti?” Oh my God, Domenico was married to another woman in this world? That jinn really had it out for her. Misty didn’t think she had it in her to be an adulteress.
Ed nodded fearfully. “She’s only just bought that for this party, too. Her sons are going to kill me.”
She repeated faintly, “Her sons?” It just kept getting worse and worse.
“Prince Danilo would of course reprimand me for allowing Prince Domenico to throw a party like this, but it’s not as if I can really control the young master. And then of course Prince Domenico would be furious with me, for letting such guests get out of hand, but then they’re all drunk and it’s not like they’d listen to someone like me, will they?”
Misty’s head was whirling. Danilo...Danilo...surely, it couldn’t be...
“When you said Mrs. Moretti, do you mean the mother of Domenico and...” She swallowed. “Danilo Moretti?”
Ed looked at her blankly. “Who else would I have been talking about?”
She said slowly, “Nothing. I’ll g-go to the kitchen now and get, umm, new drinks out.” She hurried away, leaving behind Ed, who was shaking his head at her. She badly needed time to process what she had just learned. In the real world, Danilo – Domenico’s older brother and twin – had died when they were in their teens. But he was alive here. Why? And what did it mean for her?
Inside the kitchen, a harried-looking staff member told her there were no more new glasses left. “They just about broke it all,” the woman muttered irritably. She was tall and slim, her black hair tied back and her dark brown eyes hidden behind large steel-framed glasses. Shaking her head, she grumbled, “And those were expensive ones, too.”
“I’ll wash them then,” Misty offered right away.
The woman appeared surprised. “Really? You will? Your snotty crew usually doesn’t want to do anything that could break their nails.”
Misty admitted sheepishly, “I’m actually the housekeeper and I’m just lending them an extra hand.” Or at least that was what Ed had told her.
“Oh, so that’s why. You really don’t look like them even when you’re all killing yourselves in those heels. For one thing, you’ve got a ton less makeup than they do.” The woman pointed to the sink. “That’s where we wash the glasses. I’ll help you to make it quicker.”
Around them, the rest of the kitchen staff was just as busy, working and gossiping at the same time. Misty started paying attention when she realized that they were talking about Domenico.
Did you see the woman he had with him at the awards night?
She’s married to that oil baron, isn’t she? I bet seeing her eye-fucking him in public had Prince Danilo angry again. He’s always after his younger brother about the family reputation.
A giggle followed the words. One of us should really tell Prince Danilo that the reputation is safe as far as the length of their cocks are concerned.
Oh my God! You’ve seen the prince’s cock?
Both of them, was the smug reply. They sleep naked—-
“Which prince are you in love with?”
Misty almost broke the shot glass she was rinsing but managed to catch it in time. Thankfully, too, since the woman next to her had a scary look on her face.
“I’m, umm—-”
“Don’t bother. I can see the look on your face.” The woman was smiling at her, but Misty sensed the other woman’s disapproval.
She hedged, “It’s really nothing—-”
“Who is it?”
Shick, that look was too scary to refuse. She said weakly, “Domenico?” The look of relief that crossed the woman’s face made Misty gasp. “Oh my God, you like Da—-”
