Sasha stepped out of Mathew's car in her red Bardot shoulder-to-floor gown. The dry cleaner really gave life to the dress. She walked up through the grand entrance after showing her invitation card to the big-bodied security men at the entrance of the luxurious wedding venue. She had instantly felt her stomach run cold with nervousness, she was not used to large gatherings of this sort not to talk about a gathering of high-class citizens.As she forced herself through the stairs, her mind had suggested she turned around and leave, this would save her from unnecessary embarrassment. However, she pressed forward with the stairs until she was in the hall. Her eyes widened in awe as she took in the sight before her. The foyer was adorned with opulent chandeliers, extravagant floral arrangements, and a sweeping staircase that led to the upper levels. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation.The sound of laughter and animated conversations echoed throughout the foyer, drawing S
"However, in my opinion I do not find it necessary. It seems to me like nothing but a waste of resources when these resources could have been put to other more important use," she poured out her mind to him. Almost immediately she had said this, she wished she could withdraw her words or even, prayed that he had not heard her. That wasn't the case, the man sitting before her had his full undivided attention on her, he was paying attention to everything she had uttered. When she raised her head up, he was staring at her, his eyes moved around on her body and were traveling down her chest. She fixed her gaze on him so that he found it impossible to ket his eyes see anymore of her body than he had already feed himself with.His piercing eyes had made her feel like she wore less than she had. Perhaps a bikini or a lingerie. Sasha cleared her throat and he regained himself with a laugher that seemed more private and formal. "Exactly, my point. Out in the world somewhere right now, someone
Turning to face him, "like everyone else I suppose," she lied. It wouldn't take much paying attention to observe that she had little interest in the performance taking place.Deep down, she was not really enjoying the ceremony like everyone else. A look around the hall could tell that everyone else was happy but she wasn't, she had been praying and restlessly expecting him to return. Find her and keep her company. She berated herself for that but there was really nothing she could do to take her attention away from thinking about their conversation before it was interrupted. Perhaps she enjoyed his company because he was Padens Robert. She perceived, however, that it was only a coincidence to have crossed parts with him, that it was better not to get too excited by the thoughts in her head that she'd be hurt in return."I can tell you're not having the same night they're having. Quite the opposite of them if I must say, bored and uninterested." He had seen through her pretentious smi
Sasha's POVAfter I arrived at my room from the cafeteria, I quickly had a shower. I didn't want to be late for the ceremony. Fully aware that I was specifically invited to be introduced to the bride's guests as the caterer who had baked the wedding cake.Was it really necessary? I had already been paid for the job, handsomely. As long as the pay was good I honestly saw no reason why someone would not do their job to the best they can.Standing before the mirror in my pink shoulder-to-floor Bardot dress, I smiled at the beauty that stared back at me. Being the last gift I had received from my father on my twenty-second birthday, I cherished it a lot, and that perhaps was one of the reasons why I rarely wore it. This was the second time since I had received it.It wasn't like I'd ever had to wear it, even if I did Harvey would never let me wear it. "Wouldn't he have taken it and sold it if he had known I had a dress of its worth?" I muttered to myself. I knew Harvey more than anyone el
Sasha's POVI looked at him, he was feeding his eyes with my body and it made me feel like I wore nothing more than a nightie. I nodded frantically to him. He smiled. There was something about Padens, Mr. Padens that lit a fire inside me; it was the way his green eyes effortlessly complemented every smile that left his face and when he winked… God! He had to stop.Later on, he introduced himself to me like I did not already know who he was. He had not done it to impress me with the glory that accompanied his name. He did that because he probably had run out of what to say to keep the conversation going on. We were still talking when a man approached and was grateful he had honored the invitation. They both excused me and I finally thought I was going to find peace but no, I didn't. I could not get myself to stop anticipating Padens Robert's return. I had tried to keep myself occupied with the performances of the singers and dancers on the stage, unfortunately, it was hip-hop.I force
Padens' POV I never wanted to go to any wedding, especially not this one.I don't even know what made me choose to go there in my Bugatti Chiron. I found myself twirling whimsically, throwing my head from one car to the other until I pointed toward it, "Take that one?" Bob's face widened in awe. This was the first time I'll be asking him to take me out in the Bugatti Chiron ever since it was purchased. Bob was my driver. Not specifically mine, he was Zoe's most trusted driver. I couldn't let him go after she passed away.Bob was a young man of perhaps twenty-eight years old, I'm not sure, I've never cared to ask. He was doing his job and in return was paid handsomely, better than a high percentage of office working-class men. Sometimes, I had initially thought he was way too young to be a driver. I still do. However, looking at the margin between his salary and other workers… I guess it was worth his youthful energy. Bob loves his work. He had constantly pressurized me into accepti
***Sasha***Why's he here? She asked herself as she pushed the door forward to create enough space to pass through.She had worn a black sweatshirt hoodie and an ash-colored tracksuit. In her hand was her laptop, some pieces of draft she had written that needed to be thoroughly edited.She threw a glance at him once again and trotted to a free table. Was it a coincidence that he was here also or he was stalking her…Shit!She was not supposed to think like this. Last night he had barely even looked up at her face when he dropped her off for her to think he was stalking her. Of course, it was a great coincidence that he was here. Perhaps he had stopped by earlier for a cup of coffee or so.Luckily for her, the same place she had sat yesterday was still vacant so she sat on it. She sighed. Thinking about what had happened yesterday made her stomach churn in embarrassment.She didn't like that he was here. Worst, she hated that maybe he may not have even recognized her since it had all b
***Sasha***"... You've also sent Malcolm Galileo a mail?" The surprise in her question was still evident in her voice. She waited anxiously to hear him begin to speak.He sighed. Raised his brows up and raked his hands through his hair a couple of times. "Yes, I've sent Malcolm Galileo a couple of emails. I've always wondered why I got no replies from him. A couple of angry mails criticizing his disrespectful attitude towards his reader's feedback." It was still hard for him to believe Sasha was Malcolm Galileo. He just couldn't admit it. If he were to list three of his favorite poets Malcolm Galileo would either be the second or the third. The first position was undoubtedly Kahlil Gibran's.Yes, he had sent Malcolm Galileo his first mail after he read a poem written by the poet about losing what one loved the most in life. It had been a few months after Zoe's death, he had heard someone quote a line from the poem and had instantly fallen in love with it and decided to give the whol