Mag-log inI once thought that it would be quite impossible for me to write up to 50,000 words. After all, this is my first story.
But here we are! I'm just really happy that the book got this far. And hopefully, it will be completed soon. Wish me luck! Thank you to everyone who read and supported the story! Shout out to Onyx Hikari, Dolly Clavel, Silvia Cisneros, Nash Husinhasan, and visitor6317 for supporting and commenting! (â â âčâ âœâ âčâ â )Dalton made his way to the hotelâs lobby. His mind was still racing with a lot of questions.He paced around, clearly agitated.His eyes scanned every corner of the place, hoping to catch another glimpse of that all too familiar green hat.But no matter where he looked, the green hat and its owner was nowhere to be found.About fifteen minutes later, he almost absent-mindedly bumped into Mark.âSir!â Mark shouted in surprise. âIs something wrong?ââHuh?â Dalton mumbled, his words almost incoherent. âNothingâs wrong. Everythingâs fine.âMarkâs stare was laced with suspicion. He had never seen his boss act this way before.âAre you sure?ââYes,â Dalton quickly replied. âIs there something you have to tell me?ââUhm, yeah,â Markâs brows furrowed slightly. âThe lawyer already arrived. Heâs now talking with the former chairman.ââHe is? I didnât see him.ââYes, they sent me to find you when the lawyer arrived without you,â Mark explained.âAh yes, well, letâs go now.â Dalton hurried back t
The guards had successfully restrained Ivan and brought him to a private room.With everything still in a state of confusion, the host was given instructions to conclude the event.The afterparty proceeded at once. The guests couldnât hold back but discuss what happened amongst themselves.âI wonder who that vulgar young man was,â an international model murmured out loud.âYou didnât know?â Miss Berkham, who was present during Noraâs birthday party, seemed surprised.âWhy, do you know who he was?â the international model directed her question at her.âThat was Ivan Montero, Nora Guevarraâs boyfriend.âThe guests who overheard their conversation seemed shock.âHer boyfriend?!ââYes.ââWhy would she slap her boyfriend?âAnother group of people approached them.âYouâre mistaken, Miss,â another guest claimed. âHe couldnât have been Miss Guevarraâs boyfriend, because he is dating Miss Klein.ââWhat?â it was Miss Berkhamâs turn to be dumbfounded. âYou should recheck your sources because he
The outline of Annaâs slender arms and a flutter of laces appeared on the stage. A hush fell among the audience as Annaâs figure emerged from the fog.Tiny sapphire gems adored her arms, complementing her silver gown. With her smooth movements, she radiated the magnificence of a royal princess.She was glowing!Dalton looked especially mesmerized with the sight of his wife. He held in a breath as Anna seemed to glide across the stage.Her movements were enchantingly graceful. One might even think that she was a professional model from the way she carried herself and the outfit.Dalton could hear the audience murmur in awe, admiring the beauty of his wife.He felt his heart swell with pride. Anna had always been a sight to behold, he knew that.Modelling agencies used to scramble over themselves just to hand over their cards. They had badly wanted to recruit her. Even now, he could hear some of them whispering amongst themselves.âMaybe Ms. Anna would consider working on one of our show
Cars lined one by one, releasing distinguished guests in fashionable garments. As usual, there were cameras everywhere, documenting each of the guests.Noraâs fashion show had been one of the most anticipated events of the year. Not only the elite were invited, but representatives from KeriĂ© and Jeave were present as well.Shutters clicked nonstop as even models and celebrities started appearing. Everyone was excited for the event. But considering that it was the Guevarrasâ event, the paparazzi were careful to make mistakes, lest they end up like their former colleague, Romea Vale.Inside the building, Nora was ensuring that everything was in order. She checked the venue, the runway, the guests and the models, making sure that not a single thing was amiss.Anna was being fitted a silver balloon gown that made her look like an elven princess. It was accentuated with hushed sapphire gems that went extremely well with Annaâs skin.Nora hovered beside her, smoothing out the dress.âDonât
âWeâll see,â Klen sliced a piece of the pie.Gordon and Dianne waited for his verdict.Klen paused midchew and went for their quiche as well.The two stared at him, still waiting for his reaction.When he was done chewing, he reached for a napkin and wiped his mouth.âI must say,â he finally said, âThat might be the best blueberry pie and quiche Iâve ever tasted in my entire life.âGordon grinned at him, âI told you so!âKlen acknowledged his boasting. âI guess your wife taught you well, after all.âHe then turned towards Dianne. âYou did quite well, Dianne. Although to be honest, I expected it.ââSo, you were only doubting me?â Gordon exclaimed in realization.Klen waved his hand. âI wouldnât call it like that.âWhile the adults laughed, Archie eagerly picked up a batch of thoughtfully-decorated donuts and presented them to the grandfather.âYou have to try our donuts now!â He insisted. âTheyâre the best!âHis parents laughed at his enthusiasm.âHeâs very proud on his donut designs,â
Anna and Dalton were busy making the whipped cream for their strawberry shortcake while the biscuits were already cooking in the oven.It was quite apparent that the two absolutely knew what they were doing. The staff had even commented that it looked like they were watching professional bakers in action.On another station, was the Hale family, also wrapped in their own bubble. They were making peach cobblers. The Halesâ very own family recipe.Archie seemed to be enjoying himself and was even really helpful. It looked like he forgot about his little episode with his cousin, Nora, earlier.He helped chopped the peaches into chunks, not slices, but chunks. Mrs. Haleâs stern instruction. The family seemed to be quite enjoying themselves. Even playing with the flour, smearing it on one another every once in a while.Next to them, were Dianne and Gordon trying their best with a classic blueberry pie. As someone who spent most of his married life helping his wife in the kitchen, Gordon se







