LOGINRachel Klein has always been overprotective when it came to Anna Delgado. She always made sure she was taken care of. She doesn't like it when other people say even the tiniest bad thing about her, and you should see her when people try putting their hands on Anna.
So, when she spotted Shannon lunging towards Anna, attempting to grab her hair. Of course, it was a no-brainer that Rachel thought of letting Shannon taste her own medicine instead. Rachel leaped forward, in heels mind you, stretching her hands, and with the mightiest force, grabbed ninety percent of Shannon's hair and sent her flying backwards to the ground. The rage she initially felt was replaced with a surge of satisfaction. But, that didn't last long because the rage almost came right back when she saw that Shannon's ogre-like minions were staring daggers at her. Oh well, she thought. She took a step forward in their direction. The girls cowered back. She smirked. "Rachel," Anna greeted her. "Always making an entrance," there was laughter in her eyes. "Oh well, you know me," she walked over to Anna giving her a big hug. "Welcome back!" Anna turned to Shannon and her friends. "Fix yourself, will you?" The four girls left the café, but not before throwing lawsuit threats to Rachel. Then, they made their way to the door, as the other customers followed their departure with their phones. Yes, people actually took footage of Rachel's grand entrance. They had been watching Anna and Shannon's interaction, obviously curious themselves as to why Anna was alone in that café, not even a month into her marriage. Rachel loudly cleared her throat. And the people around them hurriedly put away their phones and pretended to focus on something else. "Look at these brain-zombies," she said. "Always so eager for drama. Can't they find something useful to do?" Anna laughed. "Coming from a model, eh?" "This model," Rachel moved her head sassily, "worked her butt off to get where she is right now." "Okay, okay," Anna put up her hands. "If I hear you make fun of a modelling career again, I'm going to rip our friendship contract." Rachel threatened her. "Hey!" Anna's eyes widened. "I wasn't making fun. I was just trying to comment on the irony of it all." Rachel raised a brow at that. "You see, the brain-rot zombies are all into entertainment." Anna explained. "Fashion, specifically modelling, falls under that category—" "Okay, Attorney." Rachel rolled her eyes. "I'll have you know, modelling is not all about entertainment." "And I agree with that." "Good." Rachel said simply. "Aren't you going to order?" Anna asked. "Why?" Rachel chuckled. "You already ordered half the menu." "I like sweets." Anna said defensively. "Sue me." Rachel laughed then was quiet for a moment. She didn't say anything, just simply stared at Anna. "Okay," Anna said. "You can have this vanilla latte." Rachel just stared at her. "Fine," she sighed. "You can have this panini as well. But that's it, you're not touching my cakes!" Rachel squinted at her. "Okay, you can have one!" Anna took a defiant sip of her drink. Rachel took a bite of her sandwich. “So, we're going full monk about it?" she asked in between chews. "I was talking the whole time, you were the one trying to win a staring contest against me." "Uh huh," Rachel rummaged through her purse. "Where is that contract" "Hey!" Anna tried grabbing her hands. "What? It needs a good ripping." Rachel turned to the side, so Anna couldn't reach her. "You can't be serious," she breathed. "Why not? That was a part of the contract, right? No secrets between us two. But since that was obviously violated, that contract no longer serves any purpose." Rachel reasoned out without looking at Anna. "Oh my! Okay, fine." Anna sat down. "What do you want to know?" "Why you're here alone, for one." Rachel faced her. "Don't roll your eyes on me. Everyone who saw you is wondering the same thing." Rachel continued. "Well, I didn't want to shop with someone else." Anna replied simply. "Where is Dalton?" "Away." "I'm going to look for that contract." "He is!" Anna whispered loudly. "He's in The Isles for business." Rachel took a deep breath, frustrated at her best friend. She took a napkin, crumpled it, and aimed it at Anna.Dalton made his way to the hotel’s 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.“Sir!” Mark shouted in surprise. “Is something wrong?”“Huh?” Dalton mumbled, his words almost incoherent. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s fine.”Mark’s stare was laced with suspicion. He had never seen his boss act this way before.“Are you sure?”“Yes,” Dalton quickly replied. “Is there something you have to tell me?”“Uhm, yeah,” Mark’s brows furrowed slightly. “The lawyer already arrived. He’s now talking with the former chairman.”“He is? I didn’t see him.”“Yes, they sent me to find you when the lawyer arrived without you,” Mark explained.“Ah yes, well, let’s go now.” 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 couldn’t hold back but discuss what happened amongst themselves.“I wonder who that vulgar young man was,” an international model murmured out loud.“You didn’t know?” Miss Berkham, who was present during Nora’s birthday party, seemed surprised.“Why, do you know who he was?” the international model directed her question at her.“That was Ivan Montero, Nora Guevarra’s boyfriend.”The guests who overheard their conversation seemed shock.“Her boyfriend?!”“Yes.”“Why would she slap her boyfriend?”Another group of people approached them.“You’re mistaken, Miss,” another guest claimed. “He couldn’t have been Miss Guevarra’s boyfriend, because he is dating Miss Klein.”“What?” it was Miss Berkham’s turn to be dumbfounded. “You should recheck your sources because he
The outline of Anna’s slender arms and a flutter of laces appeared on the stage. A hush fell among the audience as Anna’s 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.“Maybe 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.Nora’s fashion show had been one of the most anticipated events of the year. Not only the elite were invited, but representatives from Kerié 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 Guevarras’ 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 Anna’s skin.Nora hovered beside her, smoothing out the dress.“Don’t
“We’ll see,” 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.“I must say,” he finally said, “That might be the best blueberry pie and quiche I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.”Gordon grinned at him, “I told you so!”Klen acknowledged his boasting. “I guess your wife taught you well, after all.”He then turned towards Dianne. “You did quite well, Dianne. Although to be honest, I expected it.”“So, you were only doubting me?” Gordon exclaimed in realization.Klen waved his hand. “I wouldn’t call it like that.”While the adults laughed, Archie eagerly picked up a batch of thoughtfully-decorated donuts and presented them to the grandfather.“You have to try our donuts now!” He insisted. “They’re the best!”His parents laughed at his enthusiasm.“He’s very proud on his donut designs,”
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 Hales’ 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. Hale’s 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







