POV: Andrea
Even without smiling the man had an angelic face. Short was his hair, with blonde streaks overlapping the overall gray ones. He had a well-toned body and looked quite tall, probably an inch taller than Lorde.
I had to ask myself who was this man that had kept a steady eye on me the moment I entered the room? He doesn't seem to be Lorde's attending physician because he wasn't wearing the signature white coat, but then again, doctors do sometimes check on their patients without one on.
Auntie Marcella immediately hugged me when I approached the bed. I embraced her back of course in order to make her feel that I appreciated her words in the email.
"Andrea, why haven't you replied my texts?" That's her immediate question when we withdrew.
I know I looked sheepish in her eyes when I answered, "I'm sorry Auntie. I left my phone in the mansion."
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POV: AndreaNearly two weeks had passed, yet I still have the same dream over and over again. No changes whatsoever. Just the same faceless angel saying a goodbye to me and flying away from the porch outside my room. It had caused me weary mornings everyday and it had my heart beating like it was being pulled out of my chest.I really wanted to know what my dream meant and why do I keep on dreaming it. It was strange for me because I am not a fan of angels at all. Vampires, yes, but angels? No, not at all. So, it had me debating why on earth am I having a dream like this?The only thing that kept me sane though was seeing Lorde's impressive blue sapphire engagement ring on my finger. It had encouraged me to shove the thoughts of sadness in my subconscious plane and start the day with a smile.Lorde and I had been spending time together almost everyday since he was discharged from the hospital; going to shopping dist
POV: AndreaI had my white cocktail dress on. It had a sweetheart neckline with a flowy skirt that reached on the knees. A red ribbon was tied elegantly around my waist for additional sophistication and as what my mom said, a tradition, and in order to distinguish me from all the other ladies in the room. I am the bride-to-be of course, so it was my night.Together with me as I stepped inside the second-floor function room were my mother and my step-dad. Auntie Marcella arrived earlier in order to make sure that the preparations were going according to her 'top-of-the-line' plan.When we examined the place, it was really of that magnitude. Rows and rows of white rose bouquets were seen in the entrance and corridor going to the specific bridal party room. Then, inside the room itself, there were numerous white vases full of white roses and Dancing Lady orchids. White balloons covered the whole ceiling except the huge
POV: AndreaAlthough I strongly held myself, after I read the letter, a drop of tear slowly escaped my eye. I immediately wiped it dry with my bare hands, but the driver of the limousine broke his silence and told me that a tissue paper can be located below my seat. I gave him a thank you nod and went to pull the tissue out of the hidden cabinet."You shouldn't be crying Ms. Andrea. It is your big day today, " he advised with a worried look shown in the front mirror's reflection.I smiled meekly at him and said, "Yeah, I should probably stop these emotional thoughts now. I wouldn't want to look like a crying drag queen when we arrive at the church."I pulled two more sheets of tissue and lightly dabbed it in my left eye. A light retouch would be what I would surely need when I get there."Oh, I tell you Ms. Andrea, you are no drag queen, " the driver spoke again with a jolly voice.
POV: EriolWe didn't smile or frown. We just stared at each other speechless.She slowly approached me, Raphael giving her the freedom, and I really thought I would be embraced then but she suddenly slapped me. Palm to my right cheek. Hard. I was surprised."That's for leaving me without a word, " she stated with bitterness.And then she slapped me again in the opposite side."And that's for erasing my memories!"I touched the sore spot of my cheeks and grinned at her remark. I surely deserve this kind of treatment so I accept it with arms wide open. It seemed that she had finally remembered her memories from the past to the present. On what specific part of those, that I don't know, but I wanted to. Yes, I really wanted to. However, I didn't dare read her mind again. That's a privacy I had learned to adjust even if it was hard for me."You bastard!
POV: Andrea (Minutes earlier...)My chest was very heavy when I opened my eyes. It felt like I had been a victim of a stampede with my chest being stomped over and over again. It felt raw and utterly sore. But despite this, slowly, I straightened myself to sit.Not having any idea where I was, I purposefully scanned the area to find any familiar landmarks. But, I could see none. Actually, I couldn't see anything at all except for the white clouds that surrounded me.What? Am I actually in heaven?"No, you are just in the realm where it is neither Heaven or Hell. Not in between, not beyond, " a voice from behind me suddenly spoke.I quickly stood up and turned around to find a very - hmmm...what can I say - a very pretty man wearing Greek men's clothing and standing a few feet away. The fabric's borders were adorned with gold and metallic blue embroidery. He had golden bands on his w
“Suck my d*ck.”That sentence was the last thing I remembered when I woke up from a deep slumber.Such vulgar words, I know, but I found it surprisingly arousing. Not that I could remember all about my dream in detail. What clung in the recesses of my brain was a blurry face of a man, standing in my front, his black slacks pulled halfway down his long legs. I was kneeling, my face meeting his erection.Yes.His very impressive erection.No wonder it made me feel hot the moment I opened my eyes. Like wet hot.It surprised me because I am what you would normally call, ‘untouchable’.Seriously. I am proudly a member of SNBTVM - the Society for Never-Been-Touched Virgin Maidens.Yeah, like that group of people actually exists.Anyway, guess I am that sexually frustrated in my mid twenties age huh? Probably that’s why I am hav
After a straight six-hour flight, my plane finally touched down the Luxembourg Fidel Airport at seven twenty-five in the evening.Auntie Marcella had already informed me via email that she had charged someone to pick me up in the airport lounge area. She didn’t specifically tell me if that person was a he or a she, so I was confused on who to look up to when I arrived in the lounge. There were so many people inside the room, mostly tourists I suppose, either waiting for their flight to be called or waiting for whoever would fetch them just like me.I noticed a vacant seat in one corner of the room, so I went straight there. I got only two bags with me; one had my clothes inside, while the other smaller one contained my personal necessities like my cellphone, wallet and passport. Good thing I wore simple jeans, a white blouse and a coat today; at least with this, I wouldn’t feel conscious with the way I sit together with all of these people.
Aunt Marcella’s house can be called a boast if you ask me. The big - no - huge fancy house looks just like those you normally see in Beverly Hills complete with a swimming pool. This one however has a touch of old Renaissance taste, all elements of it including the building, the main facade and the interior. They were all designed into perfection. The marbled floors, the high ceilings, even the furniture were eye-popping. It doesn’t fail to surprise me though considering that her late husband, my Uncle, was a filthy rich man.When I visited here for the first time, I remembered playing house on my own, treating myself as a princess inside a big castle. I enjoyed it very much, especially when my Auntie plays with me, acting like the queen of the castle. They also had a ranch located a kilometer away from the main house. This was where I learned to ride a horse, taught by Uncle Michael Winner himself.By the time Aunt Marcella saw me in the foyer, she