LOGINGiovanni stood outside the house, staring at the woman he had almost crossed the entire world looking for. Her brown eyes didn't seem to shine as bright as it did when last he'd seen her. Her young face seemed to have taken on an older look probably from days of crying and regrets. Giovanni could only think of one explanation, looking at her beauty looking dull. She was just recovering from all the sadness and regrets and sleepless nights she had had to battle with after being saved from Cara, her enemy nonetheless. Jessica's eyes widened in disbelief. She'd recognize those bright blue eyes anywhere. "Giovanni?""You remember me?" Giovanni asked, a slight smile curving on his lips. "How could I not? What are you doing here?-- how are you even here?!" She asked, stepping out from behind the door while tugging a strand of hair behind her ear. Bright blonde, a new shade, Giovanni thought. It suited her regardless. Her body looked slimmer than before, covered in a pair of faded blu
"PTSD?!" Miranda exclaimed. "Oh dear!" "Calm down Miranda," Abigail said. "I promise you that she's not beyond saving. She's alright. I mean it. It's not too serious.""She was crying uncontrollably, obviously kidnapped by anxiety and you say it's not too serious?" Romeo's voice was stern as he spoke. Abigail swallowed. Looking at him now, it reminded her of the reason he was Romeo Armani. A mini god. She cleared her throat softly. "Something happened, I hadn't realized she had PTSD so I-- we indulged in a conversation that triggered it. It was my mistake, I should have dismissed the talk.""What did you talk about?" Romeo asked almost instantly. There was nothing hostile to his voice, but it reminded her of when she was being reprimanded by her father. He never hit her, but the calmness in his tone was what scared her the most. "We uhm... We talked about the night she was attacked. That was what triggered it. She still feels like the man is standing behind her and she-- from t
Cara flinched as the door closed from the living room, a gasp escaped her mouth. "Hey relax." Abigail said, trying to calm her friend down. "It's just Joshua." "Joshua?" Cara asked, wondering what her brother was doing at her place. He hadn't really come over in a while, his wife had also had a baby and he was busy taking care of them. Miranda also went and came too. Tori as well. She rose from her seat but almost collapsed to the floor. Abigail had to rush and hold her, letting her put all her weight on her. "Hey, it's okay. You're alright, I've got you." Abigail said comfortingly. "Cara!" Joshua exclaimed as he rushed towards them. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the living room sofa. Cries suddenly came from upstairs, Alice had woken up and immediately broke out in tears. Cara felt her heart skip a beat. She wriggled in her brother's arms. "Let me down! My baby! She's crying, something is wrong! I need to get her!" "Hey, hey calm down." Joshua tried to h
Cara rocked her baby to sleep after making sure she was well fed. It was already past noon and she was yet to have breakfast. She felt so disorganized. "Alice is just three months old and I'm already losing my mind." She ran her fingers through her hair. "Was it always this hard? Nobody told me it was going to be this hard."Abigail chuckled softly. "I can't wait for Alice to get older so she can drive you even more crazy like my son does. Trust me, once they start yapping and walking, you'd be wishing you were back to this stage where all they knew was food, burp, shit, and sleep."Cara whimpered softly. "Come on darl, let's get you something to eat." Abigail placed her hand around her waist and led her downstairs. At the kitchen counter, Abigail leisurely peeled an apple for Cara while Cara sat quietly, staring-- apparently at the fruit basket-- but obviously at nothing. Abigail tried to make small talks but Cara simply gave absent minded responses. Noticing this, Abigail knock
Giovanni smiled. "That's... Interesting.""Yes yes, I know, you were expecting the typical *Pahk the cah in Hahvahd Yahd* Boston accent," she said with a roll of her eye and Giovanni cut her off softly, laughing. "No, no-- that's not-- that's not it. It's just..." He stared at her with a softened gaze. "Your beauty looks like old money and now your accent... It's rich and elegant, sounding like old money too."She chuckled softly, her gaze falling to her feet. "Well, I won't say you're wrong but I won't say you're right either. I spent most of my life in boarding school in Texas so that's who I have to thank for my accent. "But my parents are from England so they wouldn't let me become Texas fully by tongue. I also couldn't be England fully either."Giovanni's smile widened. "Well, it's a beautiful mix, and I'm not saying it just to flirt but because it's actually the truth.""So you're flirting with me...?" She said, not fully a question but not a statement either. "I--" Giovanni
Giovanni wiped a droplet of sweat from his forehead. "Fuck." He cursed underneath his breath. Checking his diamond studded wrist watch, he realized it had only been twenty minutes. As little as the time that had passed was, it was also quite a lot of time having the fact that not a single taxi had passed by. He stared at the engine of his Bugatti, not knowing exactly what was wrong. The car had suddenly coughed and stopped for no reason in particular. "I knew I shouldn't have taken this Bugatti." He muttered to himself, regretting his choice of choosing the Bugatti la voiture noire over his Rolls Royce. Immediately the car stopped, he reached out to the insurance company, letting them know what had happened. After giving them his location, they had asked him to sit tight and they would be there soon. But twenty minutes had passed and they still weren't anywhere close to him. He had their real time location on his phone. He couldn't wait, so he checked for taxies, but not a sin
As Jessica noticed that they were all walking towards her, she rose to her feet and tried to act as composed as ever. "So...?"Cara wanted to roll her eyes, knowing well that Jessica was acting like she was not worried of the situation. Romeo could discard her right away if he wanted to, Jessica ou
She stood there silent for a moment, letting herself take several calming breaths before finally finding the strength to walk back into the living room. Forcing a smile to her face, she sat back down on her seat, smoothening her dress and trying to hide her discomfort. "So," Tori was the first to
Tears trailed down Cara's face effortlessly. She had hoped for that day to come but she had also never imagined it coming. She nodded her head, trying to control her tears. "Yes..." She managed to voice out amidst the tears that washed down her red excitedly flushed cheeks. Romeo's lips curved int
Plans were made on how to begin their finding for the truth, of course, Romeo offered to carry all the responsibilities so he would avoid stressing her. He put her to bed that night and left early in the morning after preparing breakfast for her and every other necessary thing. Cara woke up early







