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~MAX’S POV~“Let's start with your mother. Tell me about her.” Leni asked.I gazed downwards then glanced back at Leni with a smile on my face, “My mother, her name was Esther, she meant the world to me–” “Was?”Leni asked. Her brows widened.“Yeah, my mother is dead. She died when I was still a teenager.” I replied.“I'm so sorry about that,” Leni sympathized. “What about your father?”“My father, Charles Dickson. We both share a very complicated relationship. I mean, after my Mom died, he decided to remarry, which I never had a problem with. He didn't want me to grow up without a mother figure in my life. But over time, things changed.” I explained, “My stepfamily got all of his attention and care. At some point, I began to feel like I didn't exist. This affected me emotionally and mentally while growing up.”“I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that while growing up,” Leni said.“Yeah, I'm past that now. I just had to let you know some things about my family in case you meet
~ELENA’S POV~The next morning, I went to visit my mom at the hospital, and Max insisted he'd follow me this time to see my mom. She was going to have her third physical therapy session that day. I made sure to be present every time she was going in for her sessions. And also, I came to break the good news of my successful exhibition at the Smithsonian Craft2wear Show to her.My mom lay propped against the pillow, her frail frame made smaller by the white sheets, but her eyes–warm and sharp as ever– brightened the moment I stepped through the door.I walked into my mom's medical room, carrying a paper bag of lilies, tea biscuits and a scarf I knitted specially for her.“Mom,” I put down the items I was carrying on the table and turned towards my mother, “How are you feeling today?”Mom gave a soft smile, “I'm better now that I've seen you, my darling. You look…radiant and happy this morning. Did something happen? Come, tell me what makes you so excited.”I laughed softly, a nervous li
~ELENA’S POV~Smithsonian Craft2wear Show: [Dear Elena, on behalf of the Smithsonian Women's committee, it is our great pleasure to extend a formal invitation to participate as an exhibitor at the upcoming Smithsonian Craft2wear Show, to be held at the Smithsonian Arts+ Industries Building.]I stared at the invitation letter in my email, I couldn't believe my eyes. My hands began to tremble, my heartbeat raced faster, and tears filled my eyes before I read the letter again.I had devoted so much of my time and energy to my jewelry designs, like my very heartbeat flowed through every sketch and every delicate stroke of pencil. My sleepless nights that were a result of battling Alex's criticisms were now filled with inspiration. Max had motivated me with so much: his words, his actions and his support. The least I could do to appreciate him was to make sure his efforts and belief in me were not in vain.With Max's influence, doors began to open. Doors that had once been slammed in my fa
~ALEX’S POV~I just got off the phone with one of our biggest investors. He doesn't seem to be happy with the company's setback. I paced around in short spans thinking of what to do to save the company, then I received a call from an unknown number. At first I didn't want to take the call. I mean, talking to strangers was the least of my problems right now. The phone kept on ringing, so I had to answer and know why the constant disturbance.“Mr. Fox, your family is in danger. Where are you? The cops just arrived at your premises.” The stranger revealed. “Wait– what?! Did I just hear you say my family is in danger?” I tried to make sense of what the stranger was saying but he hung up on me in an instant.I called John to get the car ready. I picked up my suit from the hanger and bagged out of the office in haste. I drove straight home.***The tires of my car crunched against the gravel as I pulled into the long driveway of my mansion. I noticed red flashing and blue beams of light dan
~ALEX’S POV~I sat behind my mahogany desk, the clock on the wall says Eleven O’clock. The floor-to-ceiling window in my office offered a sweeping view of the city skyline. Each time I look through the windows, embracing the ravishing view from my office, I remember the empire I built with determination and hard work. But today, it felt different as the burden in my heart grew stronger at every passing moment. I've had multiple phone calls since morning, my inbox has been flooded with so many complaints, follow-up emails and cancelled appointments.I heard a knock at the door. My assistant, John, walked in hesitantly, holding a file to his chest. Normally, John was usually composed, but today, his face carried unease–like something bad had happened.“Sir, there is something important we need to talk about, if you don't mind,” John spoke in a mild tone.I leaned back into my chair as I rubbed my temples. “What is it, John? Please make it quick. I've had enough interruptions today.”John
~ELENA’S POV~“Mom,” I echoed softly as I dropped a pack of fresh strawberries on the side table. “I brought your favorite.”I went to visit my mom, Leni Frost, at the hospital. She was meant to have her first physical therapy session this morning, just as the doctors prescribed. So I came to be by her side and give her every support that she needed.My mom's lips curved into a faint smile, her frail hand lifting slowly to touch my cheek. “Oh, my baby… You always remember. That's good of you.”I leaned in closer, kissing her forehead. I pulled the chair closer to her bedside and sat, carefully adjusting the blanket over my mom's shoulders. But she signalled me to let it be as she tried to sit up on the bed. For a moment, silence pressed on the atmosphere. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor and soft rustling of sheets filled my ears.“You look tired, Elena.” My mom said in a mild tone, her voice thin but affectionate.“I’m okay, mom,” I assured, though I sensed from the look on my mot