The Inauthentic Billionaire Princess

Chapter 17

"So what's the plan?" Olivia asked after breakfast when I told her I was going back to Ethan.

"The classic. I'm gonna put a lot of alarm clocks in his room, exactly three. One in her room, one in my room, and one in your room" I replied as I sipped a little bit of my coffee.

"You should be more creative with your plans. I'm very disappointed" said Olivia, shaking her head at me.

"Hey! That's all I can think of. Even though I've considered other ideas," I replied.

"Yes? Likewhat?"

"It was like putting eye drops in his drink to treat his severe diarrhea, but I couldn't find any eye drops. I also considered sticking wet cotton balls all over his expensive cars, but it would only ruin his beauty and I would never allow it. I also thought about sticking a needle in his toilet seat, but it was disgusting, so I broke the intention" I said, frowning in disgust.

Olivia exhaled through her mouth. "Impressive," I heard him muttering. "So you're gonna do this at night?"

I nodded. "She slept around midnight so I'll sneak into her room and set this up." "And he's gonna leave the door open so you can do this, right? Olivia asked cynically.

"I've planned it, Olivia. There's a key to every room in this house. Mrs Jenson told me she kept it in the kitchen, near the fridge. I'll find him, I assure him, while finishing my coffee which is already a bit cold. I placed it on an empty dining table and before long one of the waiters came out of the kitchen with a tray in his hand containing two empty coffee cups. He took mine and ran back to the kitchen.

"It seems you've planned everything" said Olivia as soon as the waiter was out of sight.

"I told you," I replied, twisting my eyes.

"Anyway, I'm going to go and take a shower now" I said, jumping off a chair, waving at him.

On the way upstairs to my room, I met Samara who was almost drowned in a sea of clothes and suitcases that looked heavy.

"Hey Samara, what is this?" I asked, staring at how she struggled to hold onto luggage and clothes at the same time.

"Mr and Mrs Jenson are leaving for Paris tomorrow night to celebrate their twenty-seventh wedding anniversary at the same place Mr Jenson proposed to Mrs Jenson" Samara giggled, little gasping.

"Oh, so they're leaving tomorrow?" I asked to be sure. "My mom didn't tell me about this."

"Yes, ma'am, they told me" he said, finally giving up and putting down his suitcase to catch his breath even though he was still carrying a pile of clothes.

"How long will they be gone?"

"I'm not sure. I think two weeks," he said. "But don't worry, they'll be back before your birthday" she smiled brightly. "Now I have to work. If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to contact me." He said and with a huff he carried the heavy suitcase in his hand again as he walked downstairs.

Mr and Mrs Jenson are going out of town - even abroad for two weeks. I rejoice at not having to act like their daughter for two weeks. So relieving. At least it will ease the guilt that gnaws at me and help me to think clearly for a moment.

On the way to my room, I hit someone again. And I'm not too happy about meeting this guy.

"I see your ankles have improved" Ethan commented, exiting his room just as I placed my hand on the door handle to enter my room.

I groaned, "It's getting worse when you decide to show your face," I replied, before adding, "and it seems my days are getting worse too, thank you very much."

"Dramatic as always" Ethan rolled his eyes. "You're lucky I decided to check if your ankle's better, because I've got better things to do than this."

"Yes? Likewhat? Planning a childish revenge on me?" I scoffed. "Yes, that's a better thing you should do."

Ethan shook his head. "At least I'm not a loser like you who doesn't even want to fight." He retorted, walking away as I stared at his back, just realizing that he was wearing a suit to work.

"Wait and see, Evans. If I were you, I would sleep with one eye open," I cried out loudly so that he could hear it, "literally," I murmured inwardly.

His laughter echoed throughout the empty hallway. "I want to see what you're going to do."

"You'll know what I'm gonna do, Evans. In a moment," I whispered with a grin, not intending for him to hear, and indeed not.

***

"Eh... So you and Dad are leaving for Paris tomorrow night?" I asked as calmly as possible. Mrs Jenson and I were in my room, with me rummaging through a sea of neatly stacked clothes in my enormous wardrobe to find something simple and comfortable to wear, which is impossible when it comes to simple clothes.

"Yes, I didn't expect. Alistair wants to keep it a secret for me, but he is a bad secret keeper, so I will definitely find out sooner," Ms. Jenson, I can almost hear and feel the love she feels for her husband, Alistair

"That's really sweet dad. So, how long are you two going to be gone?"

"I don't know that much, baby. Maybe for two weeks, or maybe up to three weeks. But don't worry, we won't allow ourselves to miss your twentieth birthday. I'll make sure it's gonna be special for you" she assured me, kissing my forehead.

"T-Thank you, Mom," I stammered, taking a deep breath before adding, "I love you."

"Ah, I love you too, dear," she clucked, "I'll go downstairs to take care of some things. I'll be right back and then we can have dinner with your dad."

I nodded at him, seeing him smile broadly, his eyes showing how happy he was. With one last look, he left my room.

"Ah, it was a very sweet mother and daughter moment," I heard Olivia say and I turned my eyeballs, saw her tall and slender body wander into my room.

"What are you doing here for?" I asked, seeing him plop down on my bed, lying on his back while facing the ceiling.

"Someone asked for my alarm clock and I thought I would give it to him" he replied, propping up his elbow to stare at me.

"All right, thank you. You can go now," I said to him curtly.

"Your mood doesn't seem to be good. But you were fine two hours ago at breakfast. Who made your panties sag? He asked as he placed his alarm clock on the nightstand.

"I met someone I didn't want to meet until nightfall" I replied, randomly choosing a burgundy top to pair with shorts.

"Ethan?" Olivia guessed, chuckling as I groaned at her.

"Yes, and he apparently made my day worse by showing me his ugly face" I grumbled.

"Actually, I don't think he's too ugly. If he's not your enemy, which makes him my enemy too, I'd think he looks pretty handsome and sexy. "

"Yes, no. He's got an ugly face" I protested. "And you shouldn't think your enemies are sexy."

"That doesn't even make sense" I fell silent. "And what if we don't talk about it. You're just making my day worse than ever."

Olivia raised both her hands in surrender. "Okay, we're not gonna talk about it. So what's up? What was the mother and daughter talking about?"

"How much do you hear?" I asked, too lazy to give a full explanation.

"From the moment he said that they wouldn't miss your twentieth birthday,"

"Alistair and Charlotte are leaving for Paris tomorrow night" I said in a flat tone, wearing a top and shorts.

"What's? Really true?" Olivia asked excitedly.

"Yes, right," I made sure.

"For how long?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "He said two weeks, but it could be more than three weeks. But they won't miss my birthday - I mean, Juliet's twentieth birthday" I said, taking a comb from the dresser and trying to gently tidy up my curly hair.

"Oh, I think that's good?" Olivia asked questioningly.

"Yes, I think so," I shrugged. "It's surprising that Juliet will be celebrating her birthday at the same time as me. Even I'll be twenty in a few more weeks."

***

At the dinner table, there was a new guest.

Olivia grumbling. "I hate this. What's he doing here?"

"I don't know" I replied, laying down on the chair.

"Hello, ladies," Tristan said with a grin as Olivia was forced to sit opposite her. We do not reply. "I'm honored to have dinner with two of the best women I've ever known like you" Tristan said.

"Stop acting, it doesn't suit you" Olivia cut.

Tristan narrowed his eyes at him before looking around the dining table that was still empty and unfilled.

"Tell me, oh pure Olivia. What goes up, puts out the load and comes back down?" tristan asked with a grin and I grimaced.

"Tristan, shut up" said Olivia.

"Lift, you're a disgusting human being, Olivia," Tristan replied, ignoring Olivia's request to stop, as she always does.

Olivia was upset and threw away her face.

"What is most useful when it is long and difficult?" Tristan continued his silly riddle. I let out a breath. If this continues, I will get sick.

"College education," Olivia replied with a grin. "I've read about that."

"Hm... what starts with 'p' and ends with 'orn' and is the hottest part of the film industry?"

Olivia opened her mouth before shaking her head and closing it again.

"Popcorn, of course. 140 characters is not enough to express how slovenly your imagination is," Tristan chuckled before continuing. "Some people prefer to be on top, others prefer to be on the bottom. And it always involves a bed. What'sthat?"

"Where's your off button?" Olivia asked.

"Basket stacking, moron," Tristan replied, ignoring him as usual.

"Tristan, I politely ask you to shut up if you don't want my breakfast and lunch spilled over you."

"Oh, and this is what I like the most. If you put three fingers"

"Hello, Madame. Jensen. It's nice to meet you. You look beautiful. Howwasyourday?" Olivia asked loudly, silencing Tristan and I turned to my seat to see Ms. Jenson walked towards us.

"Oh Olivia, thank you, and my day is fun, thank you." He said, smiling kindly at her before turning to Tristan. "I think I heard you talking about three fingers. What's that about?"

"Uh...," Tristan seemed at a loss for words. "Um .. that was, um.. three fingers .. uh, I-" Tristan stuttered, failed to find anything.

"She said that she visited a fortune teller who advised her to wear three different gemstone rings on her three fingers to stay safe," I replied to her, lying smoothly.

Tristan breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes." Yeah."

"And it was because the soothsayer told him that this would be the darkest period of his life in which he would most likely have cut off his bird because of its obnoxious, dirty, and big mouth, added Olivia who made Tristan glare at her.

"What?" Madam Jenson asked in confusion.

"Nothing," said Olivia while smiling sweetly at him.

At that moment, Mr. Jenson and Ethan were sitting in their seats and food was served.

"Ethan, you look tired. Does taking care of the casino make you tired?" Mr. Jenson asked worriedly and I only realized there were faint dark circles under his eyes due to lack of sleep.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Jenson, but I'm fine" Ethan replied politely. I snorted in my heart. Politeness is not something that suits you, I thought.

"Don't push yourself too hard, okay?" He said and Ethan nodded.

"Of course."

Mr. Jenson took this moment to finally tell us about his plans in Paris, which we already knew. He asked us to take care of ourselves and not hesitate to contact them if something went wrong. He spoke to us as if we were children who would be left at home alone. Well, that's not entirely untrue when we have Ethan and Tristan acting childish, I thought.

Ethan, Tristan, Olivia and I congratulate them for completing twenty-seven years of marital bliss.