Heaven And Hell novel Chapter 64

We tried tripping her accidentally, but Natalie was good at balancing because of all the heels she wore to runways. She never fell, not even once, to our attempted tripping scheme!

Frederick said we were doing childish plots and we were all being "bleeding idiots." He had been trying to stay away from our troubles, but when he saw Emerson, Viv and I, who were desperate yet determined, he started helping us by placing secret cameras in Natalie's guest bedroom and placing a biro, that looked exactly like Natalie's favorite biro, with a mic in it that she would never notice. Frederick said he noticed that she always carried the pink biro with her, writing on her little planner.

We asked where he got his toys, and he said the security room in Rossington Park had lots of high-powered security gadgets. He was close with the guards.

The two girls and I also went spying on Natalie. She talked with Michael happily about new fashion shows coming up and about Michael's upcoming engagement ball. She said she was glad for him and me. This made me pretty guilty. I felt like stopping our childish schemes because it seemed like Natalie meant no harm and that she was really a perfectly nice young lady.

Until Emerson and Viv pointed out to me that I told them about the model's cold smile and the warning looks she gave my way when I wasn't aware.

This made me change my mind about stopping everything.

"Still a fail, I see," Frederick chirped, coming toward us in a red shirt, black hoodie, and jeans.

Viv turned to him. "Got anything on cam?"

He sighed. "Nope. Marvin" -- a security in the estate -- "and I checked earlier. We only saw Natalie talking to her model friends about some fashion show they've booked at in a month. And...um..."

"Yes?" Viv asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Frederick blushed.

Emerson and I looked at each other and our lips twitched.

"We...um..." God, he was reddening even more. It was adorable. Frederick placed a hand behind his neck. "We saw Natalie dress up in her room. Kind of."

Viv's eyebrows shot up. "That hot?"

"Victoria's Secret model body, you know," Emerson added, laughing. "She's proper fit, that girl."

Viv sighed. "She has a great body then."

"But I swear," Fred pressed in a rush, touching her hand, "I made Marvin shut the camera once she started stripping off completely! Besides, I prefer girls with curves."

Despite herself, Viv laughed, kissing his cheek. "Thanks."

I groaned, eyeing Natalie being helped up by Michael and Anthony. The two guys didn't speak to one another, but they cooperated in helping Natalie get up, while her borrowed horse, Whinny, was being taken back to the stables.

This was Emerson's plan. First, she announced that we should poison Natalie, but that didn't work out because none of us -- except, maybe, the dowager and Viv -- agreed, while, also, it was illegal to buy poison. She thought of rat poison, but Fred stopped her from further thoughts of poison and all its variety. Her next plan was today, which was inviting Natalie and her brother to a race. To loosen the suspicions, everything went smoothly. We rode into the forest, but we didn't reach Alberca Cottage, then when we all got back here, Emerson placed a small rock on Whinny's back. When the second round of the race began, Natalie fell from Whinny because the horse felt the pressure of the rock on his back as the supermodel sat on him.

"Someone I knew very well. Myself."

^^^^^

That night, as Viv was murmuring incoherent things in her sleep beside me, I opened my flashlight and took the diary from under the bed. I told Humphrey to put it in the room, and when I found it, it was under the bed. He was one good butler.

Anyway, I started to read Countess Lockley's diary once again, skipping unimportant happenings and going about the interesting ones written.

7 December 1950

Rossington Park

My Chamber

Dearest Diary,

Tomorrow is the annual Winter Caser ball. I shall be wearing an ice blue silk gown that will suit my coloring very well. Mama and Papa said I will look smashing in my gown tomorrow evening, and I cannot deny that. Also, coming to the ball are the Carters, Lord and Lady Marshall -- including Aurora. I have been planning for a long time to see her fall down, but I just cannot, because she is too clever for all my plans.

My friends try to help me, but it's quite difficult to think of something when one girl is as witty as my Aunt Greta. I admire myself for my wit, but Aurora rival's my own! Why, two days ago, she told me to stay away from HER Maxwell! The COW! I told her she better watch out, and she said she always has watched out when it comes to me. But tomorrow...I will cause the humiliation of a lifetime on her. I swear, she is not the charming young lady people think of her. I see something different. She is mean to me. Evil, in fact! If she wants evil, I will give her a proper showdown.