A bouquet of flowers arrived at Abigail Weston's office on Monday morning. She was busy getting ready for the monthly board meeting when Walter burst into her office holding a huge rose bouquet that covered his face and almost the top half of his body. He was doing his best not to look surprised at what he was carrying as he placed the flowers on a brown marble table close to the entrance."This came for you ma'am." Abigail looked at the bouquet of flowers as if any moment it would sprout out snakes and bite her. "For me?" She questioned, her tone flat. She was still staring cautiously at the flowers."Who are they from?""A Mr Marcel Williams Ma." Walter read the card out loud.Walter handed the card to her and Abigail took it, dismissing Walter.*Start your week with a bouquet of flowers and enjoy good fortune.* Abigail's brows furrowed in confusion. What did that even mean?? She thought.A tiny piece of paper fell from the card and she bent to pick it up. "In honor of our contrac
It was a Tuesday evening and Marcel had just come back from his evening run. All he wanted to do was take a shower as he was sweaty. Wiping sweat off his forehead and with the anticipation of getting into the shower, he opened the door to his apartment to find his sister, Hailey on his couch. "Hey Bro." Hailey smiled at her brother as soon as he entered. Marcel jumped in surprise, cursing under his breath. He had not expected to meet her there. Of course he decided to give her a key to his apartment. He briefly regretted his decision. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked a slight annoyance in his voice. "What I can't come say hi to my favorite brother anymore?" She asked. "Wow, money really do change people." She added huffing. "Why didn't you call first at least?" He groaned internally, didn't need any of snide remarks. "I have to call to be able to get into your house now? You gave me a spare key!" "You know sometime I regret giving you a spare key to my apartment."
Marcel walked past Eustas who was holding the door for them, into the study. Hailey towed closely behind him looking out of place. She wore a Blue Jean and grey T shirt and held a back pack. Marcel wore something similar, A T shirt and Jeans. He locked eyes with Abigail who was sitting behind her desk, and smiled, Abigail didn't reciprocate his smile.. even though her eyes were fixedated on him. She watched as he approached her, like a hawk would watch his prey before striking. Her hair was in a bun again, Marcel was almost convinced that the bun was permanently glued to her head because of how often she wore it. She wasn't wearing any make up or if she was he couldn't tell. She truly is a beautiful woman. Marcel couldn't understand for the life of him why she would need to pay someone to act as her husband. There were plenty of men who'd be lucky to have her despite her rude nature. As he got closer he noticed another woman sitting beside Abigail. A slim curvy woman with curly
Abigail sat at the edge of the couch looking uncomfortable and out of place as she waited for Marcel in his apartment. She was surprised at how small it was, she didn't realize houses could be this tiny. The living room was significantly smaller than her bathroom. how do people live like this?... She pondered. She glanced around, surveying the place... though it was small but it was well decorated for a man's place. Her eyes moved around the room, wondering if at any moment the building would cave in and trap her inside. When she had stopped by this morning to pick Marcel up, for shopping, she didn't think she would have to be kept waiting and worse in a tiny box but when he said he had to shower, she couldn't exactly refuse even though it irked her. She hated people that did not have regard for time, after much persuasion from Marcel she had decided to wait in his building till he showered and changed out of his running clothes. How long does it take one to shower? She mused q
"Where are you going?" Abigail asked in a hushed tone, looking side to side to make sure nobody heard her. Marcel who was already marching towards Rachel turned back to answer her question. "To confront her." "That's a terrible idea. Sit back down." "No." He turned to move again but Abigail held his hands, halting him. "Trust me you don't want to do this." Abigail said. Marcel stared down at her and then sat down. "What exactly were you planning to say to her when you got there?" "Ask what she's doing here." "Obviously, she's supposed to be at work right now." Abigail chuckled. Marcel stared at her confused. "Is something funny Miss Weston?" "Well, yes. You would have just succeeded embarrassing yourself, if she has a plausible reason for being here, you'll end up annoying her and looking like a fool and if she doesn't.. she'll lie to you. In both scenarios you'd be made to look silly. I suggest you watch her from here, see if she does anything suspicious before confronting her
"It's your wedding day bro, maybe smile a little." Hailey said, arranging Marcel's tie. She was wearing a mini blue gown that Abigail got for her and she was excited. More excited than her brother was.Marcel wore a black tuxedo, his hair was made to fall a little over his face and his shoes were the darkest shades of black. He had his hands beside him balled into fists. He didn't realize it until Hailey pointed it out. His head was plagued with the thought of Racheal. It was a week after lunch with Abigail and he confronted her and she had gotten mad.Granted he had been less than tactical in his approach but that was because he was hurt. She had stormed out furious at him. She has not picked any of his phone calls since then and Marcel was worried. He knew she was okay but he was scared she'd do something that would jeopardize their relationship again."It's Rachel, we had an argument a few days ago." He finally admitted. "You are choking me Hails." His hands went up the collar
The vibration of music from the yard echoed throughout the mansion. The laughter of kids running around filled the air with joy and happiness. The smell of various delicacies painted every single part of the mansion. Abigail stared down at the party from the second floor of her mansion examining the happenings. Walter had done a good job in organizing the party. He had gotten great souvenirs and managed to get Blake ice, a musician that was loved by kids but he wasn't out yet he was in one of the guest rooms waiting for his cue.The bouncing castle had a handful of kids bouncing on it. It was shaped like a castle. There were three of them and each of them belonged to each of the triplets. They were all spread across the yard. Balloons were neatly mounted on each throne made for the triplets. She watched as Maurice and Elise played skip rope with their friends. They were both dressed in princess gowns that were knee length with a crown. Maurice wore a pink gown and Elise wore a purp
All eyes were fixed on the strange man that stood across the table. The silence stretched on for what felt like years. The chirping sound of crickets gave the atmosphere a more awkward setting. It was as if time had stood still.Marcel decided to break the silence,"it's nice to meet y'all, Abigail has told me a lot about you" Denise, Maurice and Elise's eyes were still fixed on the man that claimed to be their mother's husband and father their expressions was of pure curiousity and confusion.Elise was the first to walk forward. She climbed down her chair almost spilling her apple juice in the process. She walked up to Marcel with boldness and curiousity of a cat."Hi, I'm Elise" she chirped. "... and those two…" she pointed at her siblings who were still staring at Marcel like they had just seen a dragon in real life. With admiration and caution."... are my siblings, Maurice and Denise," the little girl said as she smiled up at the tall man."Nice to meet you Elise""I'm Mar