HOME.
I smiled in triumph as he passed the paper over to a sulking Philip Forbes who signed it briskly.
"Alright, goodbye Mr. Forbes, Miss Quinton. I should be on my way going now," Mr. Morton spoke shoving the contract papers into
THE ONE.Giordana.
MEETING HIS PARENTS.We arrived at his parents' mansion after about ten minutes as it wasn't too far.The house was magnificent. A white structure with long glass windows on both the right and left sides, supporting pillars, and sho
ENGAGEMENT.Giordana.
BRENDA WILSON.Giordana."Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice.
I, TAKE YOU...Giordana."Oh my baby, you look so pretty," my mother gushed.
MRS. FORBES.Giordana.
THE HONEYMOON.Giordana."Giordana, Giordana!" I heard. I tried to decipher if it was just my dream or reality.
ALONE.Giordana."Giordana," The smooth masculine voice that had become my worst nightmare called.