Chapter 8

[Veronica’s POV] 

A wicked thought flashed across my mind. My lips curled up into an evil smirk and I suddenly pressed my hand on my stomach.

 “Ouch! Oh God it hurts! I feel like dying...” I whined as my face contorted in pain.

 The demeanor of the guards changed instantly from stern to worry.

 One guard approached me and hesitantly, he asked, “Young Miss, are you okay? What wrong?”

 I peeked up at them and noted how shocked and concerned they looked. Resuming my act, I scrunched up my face and took shallow breaths. “I...I… need some medicine... Please take me to a pharmacy?” I asked pathetically as possible.

While I continued with my charade, their faces showed some hesitation as one of them went to get a car and the other one stayed by my side. 

“Young Miss… Please hold on. The car will be here soon.”

I smiled in relief and continued rubbing my stomach under his watchful eyes. His face was full of worry