Seesha's POV
Gloominess dripped from the morning air. I tiptoed to Mhesha's room very early and knocked on her door. She didn't answer.
Maybe she's busy preparing for Richie's show tomorrow, I shrugged, standing on tiptoe to peek through the door hole.
As I did, I froze. Mhesha wasn't asleep. She was holding Richie Diamond's picture close to her chest.
I rubbed my eyes to be sure I wasn't imagining things. It was true.
Has Mhesha fallen deeply in love, or what?! I wondered, terrified.
I stayed frozen in place, watching every move she made, not daring to make a sound, as she still hadn't noticed me peeking.
After what seemed like an eternity, Mhesha dropped the picture on her bed and adjusted her towel jacket. She stood up, holding her phone in her right hand and Richie Diamond's picture in her left.
With both in hand, she walked up to the window and connected her phone to the projector in her room.
Aaaaah, Mhesha is really dangerous—just like her mother!
I remembered when she first told me about her mother's dark past.
"Is there any difference between Emily Daniels and Mhesha Daniels?" I never can tell.
Now, Emily Daniels was a well-known villain across the globe. History told me that she once tried to kill the former president of Mumbai (Seven Miles) and Miss Universe (Beauty Dana).
In the course of her assassination attempt, Emily was caught and sentenced to four years in prison. But she came out stronger than ever.
Emily Daniels became rich again—not as Beauty Dana, but through her own means. Then, she began teaching her only daughter, Mhesha, to follow in her dangerous footsteps, unaware that while we can fool some people, we can't fool everyone all the time.
I just pity Mhesha Daniels.
Suddenly, the projector buzzed to life, and Emily's harsh voice came through.
"Hello, mom, what did you say last time you called?" Mhesha asked. I swallowed hard.
"Nothing much. I just want to let you know that Seven Miles' second descendant is now in India!" Emily's voice came through sharply.
I covered my mouth in shock.
"Seven Miles and Beauty Dana's descendant??" Mhesha asked, her voice trembling. "You're telling me that Richie Diamond is their son?"
"Sure, baby. He's their only son, and he's here in India for a specific purpose—his script titled ENCHANTED."
Emily continued, "Richie's in disguise, but people say he's the next heir to the throne of India. It's not just because of his money, but because he's Seven Miles' son."
I was stunned, standing frozen in place, my heart racing.
"Well, good for him, but why's he hiding?" Mhesha asked, her voice dripping with arrogance.
"Can you compare his wealth to ours?" Emily retorted.
Mhesha remained silent, unable to answer.
"Also, he doesn't like girls," Emily added. "He's a complete introvert. But you can trick him."
I shivered at Emily's words.
"I tried that already," Mhesha replied. "But I don't think he likes me."
"Well, that's for you to figure out," Emily said coldly before hanging up.
Mhesha dropped her phone and placed Richie's picture on her leaflets. She then removed her towel jacket, revealing her naked form.
I quickly closed my eyes, only to open them and find that she had already chosen her outfit: a red crop top, matching red bummershorts, black heels, a black hairband, and a luxurious set of jewelry.
I rushed to my own room to prepare, throwing on a long kimono jacket, a white singlet, and a matching set of white bummershorts and sneakers. I did my makeup perfectly and joined the rest of the girls in the living room.
Alisha dressed provocatively, while Natasha wore a braless short gown—she looked stunning. After Mhesha, Natasha was the next most beautiful.
Mhesha catwalked out, and we all admired her flawless skin.
"Are we bringing maids to Richie's show?" Alisha grumbled.
"Why not?" Mhesha replied harshly.
"I've already told them the rules," she added, blinking her lashes arrogantly.
"Wait, what kind of clothes are they wearing?" Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oversized clothes," Mhesha replied with a smirk.
"Yeah, that's cool!" Alisha smiled.
"Bad idea," I muttered.
"You can give them your clothes if you don't like it," Alisha hissed.
I stayed quiet and grabbed my bag and car keys. We headed to the parking lot, where the maids were waiting.
My eyes scanned the group, looking for Nanare.
As expected, she was standing close to her twin sister. Even in oversized clothes, Nanare looked stunning. She always looked beautiful, no matter what she wore.
Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her lips were a perfect red.
Mhesha fumed when she saw Nanare.
"Hey, didn't I tell you not to leave your foolish hair down?" Mhesha snapped.
"Pack it up before I count to three!" she demanded.
"Sorry!" Nanare replied rudely, making Mhesha's temper flare.
"Sorry!" Nanara said softly, trying to calm her down.
"Sorry for yourself!" Mhesha flicked her manicured nails and walked away arrogantly.
I glanced back at Nanare, who had already tied her hair into a tight ponytail.
The two of them joined the other maids in the last car.