dreams whisper through silence by mae 224

Chapter 224 

Ellie’s POV 

“Whether you like it or not, Vivian, Ellie is the Lun’a for now.” 

I froze in the doorway as soon as I heard those words. Ellie is the Luna. 

For now. 

Dominic said it like I was just a temporary thing. Something to be replaced, just as I had been in my past life, the very moment they found a way to get rid of me. 

I knew Vivian and Dominic were talking about me. I’d heard my name said multiple times, although I refused to listen to what, exactly, they were saying. I didn’t care about the specifics, because I already knew exactly how this entire scenario was going to go. 

Last night had been proof of that. Vivian and Dominic were growing closer by the day, just like they had been in my last life. They were knitting themselves together like two halves of a nearly-completed sweater and they were going to dispose of me the moment they thought they could get away with it. 

It didn’t matter what I wanted. Dominic had no qualms about trapping me in a marriage that I’d already done everything to get out of, but that wouldn’t stop him from discarding me as soon as he could. 

But I made a deliberate choice not to let their words get to me. I’d made my decision last night, and I intended to stick to it. This festival was going to be a raving success, and I was going to take all of the credit, publicly humiliating both Dominic and my half sister. 

Then, once neither of them had a leg to stand on anymore, I was going to make Dominic divorce me. 

The plan was simple, and I wasn’t going to give up until it was over. So they could talk about me behind my back all they wanted. They could scheme and try to come up with ways to slowly phase me out. I was already halfway out the door, anyway. 

When they heard me moving in the doorway, they both looked up. Vivian looked completely irate. Dominic just looked at me. Neither one of them said anything. 

“I forgot my papers,” I said coolly, walking around the table without looking at either of them again. I grabbed the stack and tucked it under my arm, then turned to leave. 

Dominic cleared his throat. “Ellie. We need to talk.” 

I stopped and glanced at him. “What about?” 

He gestured to Vivian, whose face was as red as a beet by now. “Vivian is going to come on as your official assistant for the remainder of the festival prep.” 

I blinked. “What?” I breathed. I looked at Vivian. She stared back at me like she was genuinely considering wrapping her hands around my throat and throttling me right then and there. “Why?” 

“It’s too much to do for one person,” he said. “Besides, I think it’s in order for both of you. Maybe this could be good for you.” 

“Good for us?” I muttered. “Why the hell would you think it’s good for us to be forced to work together?” 

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Dominic just shrugged a shoulder and gave me a very matter of fact look. 

Vivian and I exchanged glances. I could feel her disdain thirroring my own. Neither of us wanted this, clearly. 

“No,” I said firmly, pulling my shoulders back. “I’m doing just fine on my own and I don’t need anyone’s help.” 

“Yeah, because I already did half the work for you,” Vivian snarled. 

Dominic looked between the two of us. “See?” he asked. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. You two are sisters, but you act like you hate each other.” 

“I do hate her,” I whispered. 

Dominic seemed unfazed. Vivian’s face deepened to a richer shade of crimson. 

“Well,” he said, “then this will be a good opportunity for you both to try a little teamwork.” 

“I’m not-” 

“That’s final.” Dominic’s tone brooked no argument. “Vivian, you will be Ellie’s assistant. Ellie, you will accept Vivian’s help if you intend to continue planning this festival at all.” 

For a moment, I almost considered telling him off and giving up the festival entirely just to spite him. But I held my tongue. Maybe this would be a good opportunity to deepen the humiliation against Vivian. An idea was already forming in my mind. 

“Fine,” I said with a huff. I didn’t even look at Vivian as I turned and stormed out of the room. “Hurry along. We’ve got a lot of work to do.” 

I heard Vivian mutter a few choice words under her breath that weren’t very nice, but I didn’t look back at her. I made my way to the kitchen and set my papers down on the table, where my notebooks were still stacked. 

Vivian entered the room behind me a few moments later in a huff. She slammed her binder onto the table, making a couple of papers shift. 

“I hope you know that I’m not going to kowtow to all of your whims,” she said immediately. “I’ve already made plenty of preparations on my own, and they’re leaps and bounds better than anything you could ever come up with.” 

I lifted a brow and tented the fingers of my right hand on the table, propping the other on my hip. “You really so?” I asked. 

Her lip curled. “I know so.” 

“Fine.” I matched her sneer with one of my own. “I accept your challenge.” 

She stared at me. “What?” 

“Look,” I said, gesturing between us, “neither of us wants to be working together. I don’t see why we should.” I nodded my chin at her. “So let’s split everything right down the middle. Literally.” 

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not gonna let you take all the credit while I do half the work.” 

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“Uh, that won’t be necessary,” I said. “The festival is going to be held in the south field, right?” 

“Yes…” 

“So,” I went on, “we’ll cut it right down the middle. With a rope. You get to plan a festival on one side, I’ll plan one on the other.” 

Vivian looked at me for a long moment before she said, “Then what? What’s the purpose of this?” 

“You want Dominic,” I said. “And I want something different that hinges on the success of my event. So we’ll let the guests vote and decide which one of us threw the better festival.” 

Vivian arched a brow. “Are you saying that whoever throws the better festival gets a prize?” 

“Something like that,” I smirked. I extended my hand. “What do you say? Two festivals, one field, one day. Winner takes it all.’ 

Vivian stared at my hand. She didn’t shake it right away, and I wondered if she would at all. She wasn’t stupid. Maybe she wouldn’t walk into my trap. 

But finally after several moments, she reached out and clasped my hand, then shook it firmly. 

“I accept your challenge,” she said. 

I smiled and gripped her hand tightly. “Perfect,” I said. “We’ll get started, then.’ 

Vivian picked up her binder and nodded. “Very well.” She turned and left, and I watched her go with a sense of satisfaction bubbling in my chest. 

Deep down, though, I hoped that I wasn’t the one who was walking into a trap. 

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