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After bidding goodnight to her parents, guardians and friends, Charlotte Magne enters her room and begins plotting her faked death.
Farewell letters to signify her intention.
Secretly placing out her purchase of pills, knives, blood and ropes to symbolize premeditation.
Staying in a high almost inescapable room with guards and watch dogs down below the compound to avoid suspicion.
Lastly, a body identical to her truly as solid evidence.
She enlisted her friend Niffty's help. A friend she gained last week when her dad's ace Hitman enlisted their help for the bachelorette party. As soon as Niffty heard her cause, the redhead couldn't say NO to her request. They also have to keep it a secret to everyone or else
This is for love.
Charlotte Magne is in love.
The mafia princess found the soul
The soul who'll make her whole.
Charlotte will miss her dolls, her mom's songs, her dad's stories, her uncle's gifts, her friend's visits and everyone else that tolerated her presence. She'll also miss her home's lovely garden, the glittering ballroom, the melancholic music hall, all the way down to the staircase leading to the exit.
She'll never be able to walk in there ever again.
However,
Charlotte doesn't regret her decisions.
Vagatha.
Charlotte must be with this femme fatale.
"♪~" The blonde hums, pouring her room with gasoline. Her death must be dramatic. It has to be perfect so no one will be blamed for not stopping her. No one would misinterpret her death nor realize the falsity of it all. She can't have anyone find her. It'll ruin the plan.
"Happily ever after is what I want~" Charlotte sang, spinning around her room and splashing the gasoline everywhere.
Ever since she met her on that fateful day, Charlotte felt a connection. It was magical. It was like fireworks spreading across the night sky. Like watching all of the flowers bloom under a full moon sort of magical but everyday!
All for love.
I will do this for love.
I will give up everything for love.
Forever and ever, I want to feel this love.
*Crreeaaak.
"I got the body!" Niffty chirped, walking inside in a maid attire. Since they're in one of her fiancé's compound, it's the perfect time to commit arson. Charlotte always loved fire, the warmth and life it gives to all creatures. Had she never befriended Alastor, she would have never realized how much she loved and hated fire. Alastor wasn't a good influence. He's the sort who... Gets bored easily.
"Thank you Niffty." The blonde smiled, thankful as she watched the female pulled out a black bag from the trolley cart and placed it on the bed. She took steps forward, watching the cleaner unzip and reveal an almost identical body except for...
"She has blue eyes." Charlotte commented, surprised at the vibrant sapphires. She doesn't find her eyes dazzling (like her mom) or intense (like her dad). Her eyes were a dark shade, like wine. Black as a norm and crimson when excited.
"They won't know if you decide to burn yourself alive." Niffty smiled, innocent in appearance but extremely deceptive. She's one cleaner worth listening all day. The same woman who tries to pair Al and Husk with other male/female clients.
"You're right. Great thinking Niffty." Charlotte smiles and Niffty beamed in pride. They both place the pretty corpse sitting on the bed. With the letters on the table, chains binding the corpse in place, they begin pouring the cadaver and the bed.
Tomorrow I will be free.
Tomorrow, the world will see.
The fire, the deaths, this tragedy.
All for love, no one will know but you and me.
"I hope for your happiness, Miss Charlotte-Whoops. Charlie!" Niffty giggled as she reached the door knob. The mafia princess smiles, holding the torch and stood beside the corpse.
"Thank you too, Niffty." Charlie meant it at the depths of her heart. She knows no one without malicious intent would help her. However, if it weren't for Alastor inviting her to drink with his colleagues, Charlie wouldn't have noticed the way Niffty's eyes shine on the stories of love. How much the female wants everyone to find their love. "I really mean it."
"Now remember. Be different." Niffty winked and closed the door.
As soon as Charlie heard the click from the door, the arsonist flicked the torch on.