Chapter 4. Rich Sorceress

In the middle of her confusion, Sienna-Rose had to deal with an unexpected fact: there was a butler, servants, errand boys, and people who worked hard on the farm.

In the game 'Vintage Point,' her life was confined to a small group of her four wives, leaving no room for the busy life of the family that was now surrounding her. The idea of managing such a large team was new to her; it was something she had never done before in the game.

Simmons, the butler, stood in front of her with a polished air of professionalism. He seemed quite confident. "Madam Olivia informed me of your awakening and mentioned that you would like young Lord Ivan to stay here, in this mansion?" He spoke with a smooth voice and care, as if he were used to talking to important people.

"Oh yes, she's right," Sienna-Rose replied. "Do you mind if I take a look at my estate? All of it?" The curiosity twinkled in her dark green eyes, mingling with a tinge of apprehension about what lay beyond the confines of her room.

"Certainly, my Lord. I'll have a maid assist you in selecting appropriate attire for your venture," Simmons responded, bowing slightly before retreating from the room with a grace befitting his station.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Sienna-Rose felt a weight shift in her chest. The luxurious surroundings were more than she had anticipated, and the idea of exploring her estate filled her with anticipation. Yet, before she could fully embrace the moment, Sophia entered the room, her presence a comforting balm amidst the uncertainty.

"Don't worry about it, Simmons. I'll help her," Sophia declared, her voice steady as she dismissed the maids who had been poised to assist. The air shifted subtly, a blend of familiarity and protectiveness enveloping them.

"You don't mind, do you?" Sophia asked softly, her eyes searching Sienna-Rose's for any sign of dissent.

"I don't, but I can dress myself," Sienna-Rose replied, a hint of defiance in her tone. The independence she had cherished in her previous life felt at odds with the expectations now placed upon her.

"Hmmm," Sophia hummed, seemingly undeterred as she moved toward the wardrobe, her movements fluid and purposeful.

"What? Did I usually have maids dress me before?" Sienna-Rose asked quietly, a sense of bewilderment coloring her words.

"Yes," Sophia nodded, retrieving a stunning outfit from the wardrobe. "That's why we've decided that it will be just us who help you get dressed from now on."

"Why?" The question slipped from Sienna-Rose's lips, laced with genuine curiosity.

Sophia's expression turned earnest, her eyes reflecting a determination that sent a thrill through Sienna-Rose. "So that you stop being flirty with others. You don't need anyone else, just us." She placed the clothes delicately on the bed, as if they were sacred artifacts that would transform Sienna-Rose into the woman they all revered.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Sienna-Rose rose from her bed and walked to the mirror, her heart racing. For the first time, she truly stared at herself—a woman molded by the trials of life, shaped by experiences both joyful and painful.

When Sienna-Rose looked in the mirror, she was mesmerized by the woman with light green eyes who was looking back at her. She couldn't take her eyes off of her dark green eyes, which were surrounded by long, thick eyelashes.

A cascade of lustrous dark green hair framed her face, the strands catching the light in a way that made them appear to shimmer. The sun-kissed skin, giving it a bright, healthy glow.

Sienna-Rose was very physically strong, as shown by her slim, powerful body. It was clear that she was strong and healthy because her arms and legs had toned, strong muscles. And at the center of her body, a set of chiseled six-pack abs stood in, showcasing the result of her physical condition and self-control.

She was stunningly beautiful and robust, and just being there made people look at her. Sienna-Rose couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and awe as she took in her reflection, marveling at the transformation she had undergone. This was no longer the virtual avatar she had once controlled but a living, breathing embodiment of power and grace.

"Holy, I look absolutely stunning," Sienna-Rose murmured, her voice filled with awe as she admired her reflection in the mirror.

"Why do you think we agreed to marry you?" Sophia replied, rolling her eyes playfully, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Huh?" Sienna-Rose turned to face Sophia, her hands instinctively reaching for the clothes the other woman had prepared, still reveling in the admiration of her own appearance.

"No one in their right mind would want to divorce such a rich and good-looking sorceress," Sophia continued, her tone teasing yet tinged with seriousness.

"Claire seemingly—" Sienna-Rose began, but before she could finish her thought, Sophia cut her off, her expression shifting to one of mild frustration.

"You rarely pay attention to us! You wake up early and leave without a word, only to return late at night. Sometimes, you don't even come home for days, and all we hear are rumors that you're off with some new girlfriend," Sophia said, her pout deepening as she crossed her arms over her chest, a mixture of hurt and annoyance evident in her eyes.

"I didn't flirt! Or at least, I didn't mean to," Sienna-Rose protested, feeling a rush of defensiveness rise within her.

Sophia, however, was undeterred. She stepped closer, her fingers deftly putting the coat on Sienna-Rose, the fabric soft and warm against her skin. Yet, with a sudden tug, Sophia pulled the collar sharply, her frustration spilling over. "Then give attention to your wives! We're not just a blanket for you at night or a comfort for when you feel like it!"

The intensity of Sophia's words hung heavily in the air, wrapping around Sienna-Rose like a thick fog, and she felt a pang of guilt twist in her stomach. "I'm sorry," she finally managed to say.

The unexpected apology startled Sophia, causing her to jerk her head up in disbelief, her eyes wide with surprise. "You said sorry?" she exclaimed, her tone a mixture of shock and intrigue, as if she had just witnessed a rare phenomenon.

"Yes? I apologize; I will try to be more attentive," Sienna-Rose replied, her brow furrowing in confusion. Was it truly so shocking for Sophia to hear her express regret?

"You never apologize," Sophia breathed, her expression softening as the realization settled in. "But hearing it now… I think it's nice." A smile blossomed on her face, illuminating her features with a warmth that made Sienna-Rose's heart flutter.

Before Sienna-Rose could respond, Sophia tiptoed forward, her movements light and graceful. The delicate sway of her hips and the gentle arch of her back lent her a captivating allure as she approached Sienna-Rose.

Reaching up, Sophia tenderly cupped Sienna-Rose's face, her fingertips caressing the taller woman's cheeks with the softest of touches. Sienna-Rose felt her breath catch in her throat as Sophia's eyes met hers, a smoldering intensity burning within their depths.

Then, with agonizing slowness, Sophia rose up on her toes and pressed her lips to Sienna-Rose's in a soft, lingering kiss. Sienna-Rose responded in kind, her strong arms encircling Sophia's waist as she returned the kiss with equal gentleness, afraid of overwhelming the petite woman in her embrace.

The initial chaste contact soon blossomed into something more heated and passionate. Sophia's tongue darted out to trace the line of Sienna-Rose's lips, silently asking for entrance, and Sienna-Rose obliged, parting her lips to allow Sophia's exploration. Sophia let out a soft, needy moan as their lips danced together in a sensual waltz.

However, just as Sienna-Rose was losing herself in the intoxicating sensation, Sophia suddenly broke the kiss. With a burst of unexpected energy, she pushed against Sienna-Rose's chest, sending the taller woman stumbling back a step. Before Sienna-Rose could react, Sophia had dashed out of the room, leaving her standing there, heart racing and mind whirling in a haze of desire and confusion.

Sienna-Rose raised a trembling hand to her swollen lips, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of Sophia's kiss. The sudden shift in the other woman's demeanor had caught her off guard, but a small smile tugged at the corners of Sienna-Rose's mouth.

She touched her lips where Sophia had kissed her, the warmth of the gesture lingering like the gentle brush of sunlight on her skin. She couldn't help but smile, "Damn it. And I married another three like her? Fuck, this Sienna-Rose is truly something." She muttered under her breath, thankful to herself for getting the idea to use the damn mod and be able to marry four women.