Gwen did a lot of things, made a lot of mistakes, and crossed paths with a lot of people. And, she made those people very dirty. This makes those people want revenge. And one of them is a man named Jeremy.
His anger and hatred is so much, he decides...
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👼 MY ANGEL 👼
The day had finally arrived, and Elsa found herself being escorted through the grand entrance of the Serpens Museum Hall, surrounded by her family - Lorna, George, Jeremy, James, and Rosanna. The weight of the occasion pressed down on her, a heavy mantle she struggled to bear.
The kids were at home, heavily protected.
As they made their way through the bustling lobby, Elsa couldn't help but notice the agents mingling seamlessly with the crowd, their civilian attire masking their true purpose. Director Antony, a stoic figure in their midst, cast a watchful eye over the proceedings, his presence a silent reassurance.
Elsa's heart raced with a mixture of trepidation and resolve as she was ushered into the dressing room, where a female agent, Sophia, awaited her. Sophia, playing the role of Elsa's assistant and stylist, greeted her with a warm smile, her eyes conveying a silent understanding of the gravity of the situation.
"It's going to be alright, Miss Elsa," Sophia said, her voice soft and soothing as she guided Elsa to the plush chair. "We've got everything under control. Just focus on being your best self out there."
Elsa nodded, her fingers trembling slightly as Sophia began the delicate process of transforming her. The agent's skilled hands worked with precision, weaving Elsa's hair into an elegant updo and applying just the right amount of makeup to enhance her features without drawing unwanted attention.
As Sophia worked, Elsa's gaze wandered, scanning the room for any familiar faces. And there, in the corner, she caught a glimpse of Ashley, their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments before the other woman slipped away, disappearing into the crowd. Elsa's brow furrowed in concern, but she knew better than to pursue her – the mission came first.
Sophia's gentle touch on her arm drew Elsa's attention back to the task at hand. "There, all done," the agent said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "You look stunning, Miss Elsa. Just remember, you're not alone in this."
Elsa took a deep, steadying breath, her fingers brushing against the hidden bulletproof vest beneath her dress. The weight of it was a constant reminder of the very real dangers they were facing, but it also filled her with a sense of purpose.
The soft knock on the door startled them both, and Elsa's heart skipped a beat as Jeremy entered the room. He crossed the space in a few quick strides, gathering her in his arms and kissing her deeply, his lips conveying a thousand unspoken words.
"It's going to be over soon, I promise," he murmured against her skin, his hand coming to rest gently on her stomach. Elsa felt the warmth of his touch seep into her, a silent plea for her to come back to him, safe and whole.
