LOGINMichael stared at Diane, watching the way her pretty lips pouted in a little frown and the way the gentle breeze blew strands of hair to her face. For a brief moment, he had the urge to reach out, cup her tiny face in his hands and push the strands away. He curled his hands in his pockets, rubbing his thumb against his palm as memories rushed in. It made him reminisce about the way her face used to feel in his palm, soft and warm and how previously he used to hold her then. Now she looked at him like he was the last person she wanted to be standing in front of her at the moment. But she was cute. Cute to do something like that to him. How exactly had she thought she could get him off the list? He didn't even fancy the Fest to begin with, so the only reason he was even here was because of her. Even though she didn't want to see him. He watched as her eyes ran him a look and she looked away, not bothering to answer him. Almost like he didn't deserve an answer for the
The car suddenly halted with a large grating noise, throwing both Diane and Ryan forward in their seats. Diane's phone almost slipped from her hands while her seatbelt stopped her in place. She looked from her phone, where she had been halfway replying to Nathan, to Ryan, who seemed as confused as she was, as he adjusted his seatbelt as well. His hand fumbled with the keys at the ignition, trying to get the car to start again. The car gave a weak sputtering sound, then stopped halfway showing it wasn't ready to power up. And after Ryan tried two more times, the same thing happened. "What is wrong with the car?" She asked. Before Ryan could answer, a cloud of smoke began creeping out of the hood. "Oh c'mon now," Ryan muttered, getting out of the car with Diane following suit. Ryan lifted the hood, and more of the smoke clouded the air, making both of them cough and step away while the smoke dispersed. This morning had been great. Diane had woken up hale and hearty wi
Michael sat at his table in his office, a tab open in front of him. His eyes moved between the two jewellery designs that were displayed on the screen. His eyebrows furrowed together as he carefully studied which one of them would suit Diane better and what she would prefer. If he remembered correctly, which of course he did, Diane loved jewellery. Necklaces most especially. The kind that gave off a soft, luxurious vibe, to be precise.And she loved to collect them. His thoughts lingered back at the way she looked at him when he had crashed her date left an uneasy feeling in his chest as it tightened up. Especially when she confirmed she had been in an accident. And that their baby had died. His past actions haunted him, like a dark cloud taking over his little summer life, and he sighed heavily, massaging his temple with his fingers like he was trying to soothe the thoughts out. How did he come to make such a mistake? Hurting the one woman he had loved? And now she was hanging
Diane and Lea looked up to see Estelle. She was dressed in ripped Jean shorts and a loose shirt tucked in. She had her hair up in a bun and the nastiest look on her face, which was impossible to miss.Diane hadn't seen Estelle ever since Estelle had dragged her by her hair and thrown her out. She had heard almost nothing about her late father's company. But out of the bits and pieces she had, none were actually something positive. Which told her that Estelle and her step mum were really struggling with the company as well."Hello, Estelle," Diane replied, her tone flat and her face expressionless. Beside her, Lea glanced from her to Estelle and back to her, wondering who Estelle was. And trying to figure out the whole thing. Estelle gave a smile, "Someone isn't happy to see her step-sister, I see."Lea gasped, "She's your step-sister?" She asked Diane in a fake low whisper."Oh, Diane here didn't tell you?" Estelle asked, then put out a hand to Lea. "I'm Estelle Winters. Nice to me
It was Sunday morning, and Diane woke up, feeling Nathan's arm curled around her from behind. She could feel him breathing gently on her neck, which made her realise he was still asleep. After Michael had crashed their date the day before, they had ended up just eating and leaving the lounge early. Then Nathan had suggested them going to the bar, which they did. And the rest was history. The history being waking up naked in his bed. She sighed, taking his arm off and getting up quietly from the bed. "Leaving me again?" Nathan asked with his groggy voice as he stared at her lazily while she dressed up. "I didn't know you were awake. Was trying to let you sleep longer." "Okay, so you wanted to leave before I woke up, that is?" He asked. Diane pursed her lips at him, "You know that's not what I mean."Nathan gave a low laugh, "I'm teasing you.""I've got a few appointments today," She continued, pulling her dress over her head. "I've got Pilates classes at eight thirty. And then s
"What?" Diane asked back. "Unless you want to entertain everyone in here, we can just have our talk somewhere more..." He stopped to glance at Nathan before continuing. "Private.""Mr Belmo-" "Diane it's fine," Nathan said, standing up. "You know he's stubborn and won't stop. Give him five minutes alone. And we can enjoy the rest of the afternoon to ourselves."I wasn't asking for your permission." Michael snapped at Nathan for the second time, his eyes never leaving Diane. Nathan's presence annoyed him. He wondered who Nathan thought he was, to come between them and throw his talk into their conversation when he wanted. True, he hadn't seen Nathan since the night of the charity event, which was the day they had started to grow apart. And the feeling of seeing him now wasn't different from that night when he had walked out on him. Diane pulled her hand away from Michael, eyeing him. Then looked to Nathan, who gave her a reassuring nod, telling her it was okay to go. Then she snatc
Diane's head throbbed. Badly. The pain felt like there was a drill boring holes into different parts of her head impatiently and making her want to cut her head off. She blinked a bit, scrunching up her face and groaning, a poor attempt to make the pain go away. She had no idea why she was feeling
There was a brief moment of silence and then Tiffany chuckled from behind while Michael sighed. "Is this your way of trying to get me back?" Michael asked indifferently, his expression remaining unfazed. "I'm telling the truth." "Like when you cheated?" Michael asked. I wasn't cheating on you
Diane spunned around, cleaning off her tears with her cloth fabric, to see Nathan surprisingly. Nathan was Michael's best friend whom she had only seen on countable occasions which were the few times in college, on their wedding day and the first time she had started working in Michael's company.
Just as Diane managed to pull herself together and walk into the shoot room, Tiffany was in Michael’s arms now. An angry Lauren stomped off, heels clicking noisily and with her nose in the air, she banged the door loudly behind her while her assistant rushed after her, apologizing to everyone. As h







