CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR;The World is Big Yet Small--“Hello, good morning, a smiling lady with a dimple on her cheek greeted sir! He nodded at her and said nothing. The lady was not offended; she maintained her smile and asked him politely. “What kind of flower are you looking for today, sir?”His secretary answered for him. “Hello, good morning to you, too. We heard that this is one of the best flower shops in this city. What can you offer us?”The lady on the counter laughed, “Oh my, thank you. We are indeed one of the best flower shops here. Our shop, Narcissus, can assure you of freshly picked flowers. Our shop has a wide variety of flowers since we get our supplies from different flower cultivators and we also have our field of flowers. As for the arrangement, you need not worry about it since I have—the staff, have been oriented how. So, what kind of flower would you like to buy?”His secretary nodded after listening to her lengthy explanation. There wasn’t even a hint of either an
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE;Flowers In Their Backyard---"Anyway, since you're staying for a week, why not try to walk around the city? It has been too long since you came back after all." Althea shoots her a glance before dragging her gaze back to what she was doing; trimming the flowers. "I was planning to. I want to buy something for Kai and just to sightsee. Well, that was the plan until..."Until she remembered that this was the city and he was here."Hmm?" She asked. "Until what?""Never mind," she said and turned to put the pot away. As she was about to get another pot, she stopped, and as she had her back facing her, she asked. "Emily, what do you usually do when you see an old lover...?"Emily turned to her with bright eyes, her dimples were showing as she smiled widely. Her short wavy hair was tied tightly with a rubber band. "Well, well, well. A miracle has happened! Althea is talking about a shit called love—hey—don't you dare throw the scissors to me—""Then shut it," she spat.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX;Another Almost...--It's been five days since she arrived in the city. Within those five days, she helped Emily plan how to advertise their shop. Aside from that, she also helped them manage their small garden in their backyard. And, if ever Emily wants off, she fills in for her and manages the shop. All in all, she was doing rather fine. There wasn't any problem with her stay. She didn't even come across him or any of them.Well, that was because she refused to go out of the shop. But now's a different story.Althea buttoned the last button of her white blouse and tucked it inside her black palazzo pants. She ran her fingers through her hair and popped her plump lips.She was ready to go.She packed her sling badly and put it on her shoulder before going down. There's a room on top of the flower shop. The shop is a two-story building, the first floor is for the shop and the second one is for the staff. They have only 4 staff but only three of them were living he
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN;Twist of Fate—There are different varieties of eye colors, ranging from the most common one to the rarest. Although there are countless hues, shades, and combinations, the eye colors are generally brown, hazel, blue, green, gray, and amber. Brown is the most common eye color and you can see them almost every day. Amber is uncommon, but you can see them throughout the world. Ultimately, there are only 5 percent of the world’s population has genuine amber-colored eyes.But, the one who gets the price of the most uncommon eye color in the world is ‘that’ color. The color represents nature and the natural world. Perhaps because of its strong association with nature, it is often seen as a representation of tranquility, health, and, of course, good luck. But, of course, it is the bitterest color. It lacks any undertone of joy, grief, joy, or passion.Green.And, coincidentally or maybe arranged by faith, she met another person who is a bearer of the rarest eye color
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT;A Message--Tyler Barns is known as an emotionless man. He faces almost everyone with his usual stoic demeanor and void-of-feelings face. If he’s happy, he doesn’t show it. If he's sad, he doesn’t show it. If he’s angry, he rarely shows it—and that is only when he is really, really angry that not even his fiancé, his mother, or his father knows how to quench the raging flames. And right now, he is outraged.And he was in that mood when his secretary and the other people he came here with appeared by his side. When they saw him standing still while looking at a particular spot without even being bothered by the stares of other people that are wondering who the hell is this man in a suit standing like a statue—everyone immediately sensed that something was wrong. Very wrong.His secretary called out to him with caution. She made her voice as calm as possible, eliminating the shaky tone and gasps. “Mr. Barns.”Tyler heard the call and his cold eyes swept over them,
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE;Marked In Red--Althea knocked on Emily's door before calling out for her, "Emily?"There wasn't any response but she could hear rustling sounds in her room. 'She might be changing,' Althea thought. She tucked her hands under her arms and waited patiently behind her doors.Not long afterward, the doorknob turned, and the door opened, presenting Emily yet not Emily. Her hair was disheveled, and she was also slightly pale. Her lips were dry and her eyes were sunken. Her appearance did not surprise Althea.Emily smiled, but her smile was not as bright as before. Even her dimple is refusing to show itself. "Good morning."Althea smiled. "Good morning. I'm here to see you off."Emily chuckled and held her elbows. Her gaze landed on the floor briefly before staring back at her. She smiled, and unlike the smile she showed Althea earlier, there was a hint of life in them. Althea also smiled at her. Emily opened her dry lips after licking them. "Thank you, and sorry to b
CHAPTER THIRTY;Meeting At Last--Weekend came.Althea was busy preparing to leave and telling her staff that they could have the day off. They were delighted and didn't even ask why they were closing on the weekend. To be honest, Althea was a little disappointed but, well, she can't control them. She wore her grey sailor pants and partnered them with a white turtleneck top. She gathered her long blond hair on the back of her head in a high ponytail, exposing the small scar she had on the back of her left ear. She checked her face once more before wearing her fancy purse and her white saddle shoes. She was ready to go.Satisfied with everything, she stepped down and entered her car. As she was about to turn the engine on, her phone vibrated. She fished it out and saw a familiar ID. It was Victoria.[Dear, I'm sorry, but can you both wait for me at the cafe? Something came up and I'll be late.]Althea let out a small chuckle. Victoria said she'd come too. Althea thought that it wa
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE;Who was it again?--ARC FOUR: Meetings and Continuations—It was a weekend morning but Tyler was already stressed out. His phone kept on ringing beside him and vibrating. He glanced at it and frowned when he read that it was her again. He slowed the speed of his car reached for it and immediately cut the call off. But it vibrated again."Fuck," he cursed and completely stopped on the sideway. It wasn't a big deal, it was morning and there were barely any cars running around. No one should maybe curse him for it.He briefly glanced at his wristwatch and confirmed that the time was 7:26, 5 minutes before the appointment time.He was eager and wanted to arrive before her but this thing is annoying the hell out of him. He should have turned his phone off, but he forgot to bring his other phone so his secretary could connect with him. He told her to make this day—at least the morning—empty, but his company is big and it's supporting many families. There's no way he