The week passes in a blur of logins, onboarding emails, and meetings where I try my best to nod like I understand everything—thankfully, I understand more than I expected. They’re still easing me into the workload. I’m mostly shadowing my mentor, assisting with research, preparing data summaries, and sitting in on team meetings. It's nothing too intense yet, but I make sure to look alert, take notes, and ask smart questions. I want to earn my place here, not just coast on charisma and a polished resume.And thankfully, despite the awkward start, I haven’t had to interact with Lisa much. We're in different departments, mentored by different analysts, and our desks are thankfully on opposite ends of the floor. The only times I catch a glimpse of her are during lunch breaks, when I feel her eyes on me from across the cafeteria like some low-budget thriller villain.I’ve learned to ignore it. She can stare all she wants.Friday rolls in before I know it. I’m just finishing up a small repo
Lisa’s POV“I don’t know why she’s being so cold,” I sigh dramatically, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I glance at Josh beside me. “Anna always had a mean streak. She used to say the nastiest things to me back when we were… you know… ‘friends.’”Josh furrows his brows like he’s trying to remember a version of Anna that never existed. “Really?” he asks, clearly more intrigued than concerned.I nod solemnly, layering my voice with a hint of pain. “She used to make me cry, say I wasn’t good enough, pick on everything I wore… Even now, it’s like she’s still punishing me.”Josh chuckles, smirking as if he’s just discovered a grand conspiracy. “She’s probably still in love with me,” he says, running a hand through his hair like that thought pleases him too much. “That’s why she’s acting like that. Holding a grudge… Classic jealousy move.”God, you’re so easy, I think, but I school my expression and give him a supportive smile. “Maybe… Maybe you should talk to her. You know, clear
I had just settled at my desk, flipping open my laptop, when my office phone rang."Anna," Mrs. Duval’s crisp but warm voice came through, "could you come to my office for a moment?""Of course," I said, setting aside my things and making my way down the hall.Mrs. Duval’s office was spacious but not intimidating—sunlight streamed in from the tall windows, a few plants softened the corners, and the walls were lined with neat binders and leadership manuals. Honestly, it felt more like a school counsellor’s office than a corporate shark’s lair.I knocked lightly."Come in!" Mrs. Duval called.I stepped in, offering a polite smile. "You asked to see me?""Yes, dear, come, sit," she said, gesturing to the chair in front of her desk.I took a seat, folding my hands neatly in my lap.She leaned forward slightly, her expression somewhere between encouraging and serious. In her early fifties, dressed sharply in a navy suit, with short dark hair just beginning to gray at the temples, she exude
Ciara and I walked into the door, and immediately, I felt... off.The decor was still beautiful—warm lighting, elegant wooden accents, fresh flowers on every table. Everything looked like it had been curated by someone who understood how to balance elegance and comfort. But somehow, despite the visual charm, the atmosphere didn’t match. It felt cold. Hollow. Like the soul of the place had packed up and left, leaving only the pretty shell behind. "Hmmm."Ciara glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. I gave her a small shrug in return. Maybe it was just me being paranoid.We made our way to the reception stand, where a young woman stood behind the podium, idly flipping through a tablet. She didn’t even look up until we stopped right in front of her.Her expression was... bored. Disinterested, like she’d rather be anywhere else than standing here welcoming customers. As a first impression, it was terrible—and I wasn’t even trying to judge yet."Do you have a reservation?" she asked in a flat
It had been a week since that first visit, and I already had a detailed draft of my proposal saved in a crisp folder on my laptop.I feel so proud of myself.In just a few days, I had gone back to The Yellow Tulip multiple times, at different hours, on different days, sometimes alone or sometimes dragging Ciara or even Ellie along.I wanted a full, unbiased picture of the place to be able to make my decision.I sat downstairs with the general crowd, tucked myself away upstairs in the private rooms, even loitered by the bar for a bit just to get a sense of the flow.And the pattern was clear to me.The restaurant's concept was still genius: a gorgeous general dining area for casual customers and beautifully intimate private rooms for people craving exclusivity. Few places managed to balance both worlds without feeling either too snobby or too generic.The Yellow Tulip had once done it flawlessly.But now? Everything else needed work.The staff downstairs were undertrained and unmotivat
The whole Lisa debacle was firmly behind me by the end of the day.I had better things to focus on.Way better things.I practically bounced through the halls as I clocked out, a rare, genuine smile tugging at my lips.Tonight, after what felt like forever, I was going to see Alaric again.He had been traveling for work, gone longer than either of us liked, and though we had stayed in touch through daily video calls, it just wasn't the same.Seeing him on a screen couldn’t compare to being wrapped up in him, breathing the same air, feeling his arms around me.I stepped outside into the soft evening light, scanning the parking lot—and there he was.Leaning casually against his sleek black car, arms crossed, dark hair slightly messy from the breeze, looking at me like I was the only thing in his world.I didn’t even think.I just ran.He caught me easily, laughing as I threw myself into his arms and kissed him full on the mouth.A long, hard kiss that said everything I hadn’t been able
3rd person povLisa couldn’t move for a few seconds, frozen in place as she watched the sleek black car disappear down the road. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, a mix of disbelief and rage bubbling beneath the surface.It was him. It had to be him; she couldn't have mistaken him for someone else.The man she had seen at the airport weeks ago—the one whose mere presence had left her breathless.Up close, he was even more devastatingly handsome.Sharp jawline, dark, intense eyes, the easy, commanding way he carried himself—he was everything she remembered and more.But what was he doing with Anna?Of all the people, it had to be her—the girl who was supposed to be pathetic, heartbroken, and alone.It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right.Lisa clenched her fists, nails digging sharply into her palms. At first, she thought she could accept it if he were with someone else, someone worthy of him. But the longer she stared at the empty parking lot, the more she realized—no. Not even if he wer
Anna"You agreed to go?" Alaric asked, shooting me a look so sharp it could probably slice through steel."Well… yes," I replied a bit sheepishly, fiddling with the hem of my shirt.His jaw tightened like he was holding back a lecture, and I scrambled to explain before he could unleash the Protective Boyfriend Fury of Doom. "I mean, come on, aren’t you even a little curious? Lisa inviting me to her birthday party? After everything? And specifically asking that I bring you?" I leaned closer, dropping my voice dramatically."I think our dear Lisa might be nursing a tiny, tiny crush."Alaric gave me a flat look. "A tiny crush?" he repeated, deadpan."I saw her face when I kissed you in the parking lot. She looked like she’d just watched her favorite soap opera character die." I snorted in response. "Don’t you want to see what kind of chaos she’s planning? I mean, she’s so bad at subtlety, it’s basically free entertainment at this point."Alaric sighed deeply, like a man resigning himself
The ballroom at the Carlton Grand was the kind of place that made you forget where you came from.It was bathed in golden light, with chandeliers dripping crystals that cast soft sparkles on everything they touched. Orchids in white, pale lilac, and blush overflowed from massive glass vases. The centerpiece of the hall was a marble staircase wrapped in silk garlands and fairy lights, descending into a sea of people dressed in their finest. Music from a live string quartet danced softly in the air, setting a dreamy tone to the night.But nothing, not the flowers, the champagne, or the camera flashes, could drown out the pounding of my heart. Is this really necessary? Is there a window I could jump out from?“Ready?” Alaric asked, offering me his arm.I turned to him.He looked like a painting, a classic black tuxedo tailored to perfection, the tiniest hint of cologne that made my pulse skip, and a sapphire pocket square that matched my dress exactly. I had no idea how he always managed
Biological Mother - MotherAdoptive Mother - Mum-----------------The charity ball was only a few days away, and naturally, Mum, Ellie, and Mother declared it a fashion emergency. “We’re going to Lux,” Ellie had said with the kind of gleam in her eye that made me feel like I was about to walk into a makeover montage. “And no, you don’t get a say.”So, here I was, barefoot on a velvet pedestal in the middle of Lux’s elite fitting suite, trying on what had to be my hundredth dress. I was fairly certain I’d tried on every shade of gold known to man and possibly one that hadn't been invented yet.“Nope,” Ellie said for the eighth time in a row, waving her hand like a disapproving judge on a reality show. “Too much sparkle. You look like a sentient disco ball.”I groaned and flopped onto the chaise lounge dramatically. “I’m pretty sure I’ve aged ten years in this fitting room.”Mum chuckled. “Oh hush, you look beautiful in everything.”“Which would be helpful if we were shopping for every
As dessert was served—rich chocolate cake with a generous swirl of whipped cream—I leaned back in my seat, letting the warmth of the evening settle into my chest. The conversation had flowed so easily all night, filled with laughter and sharing memories.It still felt surreal—sitting here with my biological parents, with Damian and Ellie, like it was the most natural thing in the world. A week ago, they were strangers. Now? They were mine. And I was theirs.I was mid-bite when my mum set down her wine glass and tilted her head at me, her eyes shining with something suspiciously close to mischief.“So,” she said casually, though I wasn’t fooled for a second. “What about Alaric?”I blinked. “What about him?”Her grin only widened. “Are you two serious?”I nearly choked on my cake. “Mum!”She raised her hands in mock innocence. “What? I’ve always wanted the son of my best friend to marry into the family. I gave up hope, of course, but now…” She gave me the most satisfied smile I’d ever s
The office was quiet, the usual morning hum of keyboards and clinking mugs a strangely comforting background to the storm of thoughts in her head. She stared at her screen, a spreadsheet open but untouched, and found her eyes drifting to the photo frame next to her monitor. It was a picture of her and Brian at her last birthday, smiling in the kitchen with a cake that had sunk in the middle.They’d laughed so hard that night. That used to be her whole world—her job, Brian, the quiet comfort of routine.Brian had missed the whole thing as he was away on a business trip in Singapore, but the moment he found out, he called her. She’d barely gotten two words in before he started gushing, saying he always knew she was special, that it all somehow made sense now. His voice cracked when he told her how proud he was, how happy he was that she’d found where she belonged. “You’ve always had a big family, Anna,” he said gently. “We were just waiting for the rest of them to find you.”And then th
Mr. and Mrs. Ashford, my biological parents, step forward. I see the uncertainty in their eyes, like they’re holding their breath. I swallow and look at them, still overwhelmed, still unsure."I know this is a lot," Mrs. Ashford begins gently. "And we’re not trying to take anything from you. We’re just… so grateful to have found you again. We lost you once. We don’t want to lose you again."Mr. Ashford clears his throat, his voice gruff but steady. "We never stopped looking. When the adoption records were sealed and the orphanage shut down… we thought—"He doesn’t finish, but I see it in his eyes. They thought I was gone. And somehow, through a mess of fate and timing, I still ended up in their lives."You don’t have to decide anything now," Mrs. Ashford says, stepping closer. "But if you’re okay with it, we’d like to be part of your life again. And… we’d like you to call us Mum and Dad. If you’re ready. When you’re ready."The words settle over me like a warm, heavy blanket. Familiar
After I’ve washed my face and curled up again beside Alaric on his stupidly comfortable couch, I shoot my mum a text with shaking fingers.Me: Hey, I’m staying at Alaric’s tonight. I just need a bit of time. I’ll come back tomorrow.The reply comes almost immediately.Mum: Okay, sweetheart. Take all the time you need. The Ashfords are staying over too—if that’s okay with you?I stare at the message for a second before typing.Me: That’s okay. Tell them goodnight for me.Mum: We love you. Sleep well.I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and tuck my phone away. Alaric shifts beside me, his arm still around my shoulders like he’s trying to hold the pieces of me together.“Will you stay with me?” I ask quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper.He looks down at me like it’s the easiest question in the world. “Always.”I don’t say anything after that, just press my face into his chest and let his heartbeat lull me into something that feels like peace. Right before I drift of
“I just… need to clear my head,” I tell Mum as I reach for my coat. My voice is too even, too controlled, and that alone worries her.She places a gentle hand on my arm. “Anna, be careful, please.”I nod, not trusting myself to speak again. I head to the back door, quietly slipping my keys into my pocket. I can’t go through the living room. I can’t face Mr. and Mrs. Ashford—not right now. Are they really my parents? Were they always? My mind recoils at the thought, twisting it around until I don’t know how to feel, only that I feel too much.The air outside is cool against my skin. It should help. It doesn’t.I get in the car and drive.I don’t even remember choosing a direction. My hands move on instinct while my thoughts spiral deeper, tangling in memories I thought I had filed away and sealed shut. My foot presses the gas harder than necessary. At some point, familiar streets start showing up through my windshield, and when I finally pull to a stop, I realize where I am.Alaric’s h
The next evening, I step into the house, expecting the usual scent of dinner and the sound of Mum humming along to the radio. But instead, the air feels heavy and quietquietVoices drift from the living room, low and solemn. As I round the corner, I stop short.Mr. and Mrs. Ashford are sitting on the couch, deep in conversation with my parents. My mum looks like she’s been crying, her eyes a little red and puffy, and Dad’s hands are clasped tightly in his lap. Mr. Ashford’s face is drawn and serious, while Mrs. Ashford’s lips are trembling as if she’s holding back something she’s dying to say.When they see me, Mrs. Ashford immediately rises to her feet.“Anna,” she says, voice soft and wobbly, and the next second she’s across the room, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. Her perfume is familiar, floral, comforting, and yet the hug is filled with something I can’t name. A desperation that makes my stomach twist.I freeze. “Is… is everything okay?”My voice comes out unsure
As soon as I step through the front door of the house, still buzzing from the adrenaline of the pitch and the whirlwind of reactions, I barely pause to take off my shoes before heading straight for the kitchen.“Mum?” I call out, already hearing the familiar clatter of pots and the hum of the radio playing softly in the background.She looks up from where she’s chopping vegetables, eyes lighting up the moment she sees me. “Anna! You’re home early.” Then, noting the expression on my face, she sets the knife down and wipes her hands on a towel. “Wait… did something happen? Is everything alright?”I grin and nod, unable to keep it in another second. “More than alright. It went amazing. The board loved the proposal. One of them literally said it’s ‘looking very positive.’”My mum lets out a delighted gasp. “Oh, sweetheart!” She throws her arms around me in a tight hug, practically squeezing the air out of me. “I knew you’d blow them away. You’ve been working so hard—this is incredible.”I