Escapade (RE8 Miranda X Fem! OC)

Chapter 5

ELVIRA'S POV

Today was the day of the festival.

I put on a Red dress and braided my hair.

Doriana was still pretty pissed with me.

I'd already sacrificed the Chicken for Miranda.

Not pleasant in all honesty.

I waited at the festival alone.

My Parents was with each other and I don't think they'd particularly want there oldest daughter following them around and honestly I didn't want too.

Crina was with Luca and there group of friends.

I sat at a bench slightly to the side.

We had an hour till the actual ceremony part of the festival.

I don't think my Parents knew yet but my Sister definitely got told by Doriana.

I don't think she really knew what to say to me?

I waited for the ceremony to start and it did eventually. 

I never listened as usual.

I just caught onto little things such as stuff the Lords had to say.

The ceremony ended and people continued with more festival like activities such as eating, dancing and drinking.

Talking of course too.

I sat alone eating some bread, I'm pretty sure it was from the Bakery so I tasted pretty good.

The Cheese smelt better than Moreau's Cheese.

Speaking of Moreau, not many Villagers seemed to want to converse with him.

In fact that goes for all the Lords as well as Dimitrescu's daughters.

The only one people really spoke too is Heisenberg.

He was the most normal of them I guess.
Lady Dimitrescu clearly hated how she was in such close proximity to the Villagers.

It was strange not being with Doriana.

We usually pranked random Villagers.

Where even was Doriana?

I looked in different directions and saw she was with some other people our age in the Village.

Well I was easy to replace.

I grabbed some of the Alcohol that was nearby.

"All for yourself?"
Miranda asked.

"Yep every last drop"
I sighed.

Miranda snatched the bottle off of me and put it back where I got it from.

I got off my chair.

I was about to say something.

Miranda held out her hand.

"Huh?"
I questioned.

"Dance with me Wretch, I have matters to discuss with you"
Miranda informed.

I took her hand.

I remained silent as we danced.

"I would be able to heal you but it requires surgery in my lab"
Miranda explained.

"What's wrong with me?"
I asked.

"You have a hereditary disease, it must have missed out a generation or two before making you ill"
Miranda informed.