Navy’s POVLove only took a moment, and I was witnessing that moment right before me.Finn had no notice of the heart that was not beating for him, fascinated by his mere presence.My gaze flickered from Rosé to Finn, before returning to Grace. It was only then I noticed her striking semblance to her sister. Her gaze captured the depth of her desires, her long wavy hair began to bounce as she jumped in surprise, startled by an incident we were yet to see.The server had over poured the coffee, spilling the hot drink on her dress.Finally the incident that would bring them together had finally presented itself. Just the interview was his opportunity to retain Rosé.“I apologize for that…,” Finn paused, swiping his gaze on the features of the inconvenient customer to be certain of the status. From the look on his eyes, it was obvious that he was stricken by her. In that moment, I wondered what could have drawn him to her, I wanted to know if it was her beauty or her smile.I couldn’t
Chapter 146Rose's POVAs we all know, every story ends. Sometimes a new story begins where the old ended, other times, it is really the end. Grace's life was about to turn to the next chapter. I could already see the fire in her eyes, she could accomplish anything. I wasn't interested in fighting for her before, but seeing her want things like every normal girl her age felt fulfilling, striving to have a purpose told me we were alike in more ways than just blood. "Maybe having you as my legal guardian won't be so bad," Grace's voice boomed into my thoughts, her excitement evident in her bubbly tone."I was worried about us, about the kind of relationship I would have with you." She continued in a tone calmer than the first.I glanced at her with an eyebrow raised. "She told you about me?"Grace nodded, her gaze softening as she glanced at me. "There are only two people mamañ talks about you, and her mother.""She was always complaining about you." Her voice shivered faintly as she
Rosé’s POVI left Amelia straddled to his forefront, with a direction of how the rest of the day would go for her. Navy asked a million questions, yet before we left, Alexander asked the same questions all over again.“Is there anything that comes as an instinct to men?” Paula asked, shaking her head in disbelief.Finn stepped into the driver’s seat with my sister right beside him in the passenger’s seat. Paula instantly exclaimed, “I’m getting married tonight, please let’s focus on the road.”A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I glanced at Finn, “she’s burning you,” I teased, Finn nodded agreeably, “I am searching for a good comeback…”Paula broke into a soft laughter, flailing her arms in the air. “What are we buying first?” “A wedding dress first, before the bridesmaids dresses. We haven’t even decided on the color. We’re wasting time!” Grace exclaimed, strangely motivating us in the right way.“Pink,” Paula replied, her voice cracking with emotions, suddenly she broke down in
It was a cheat sheet, or something like that. But the evening was set. A house wedding, one I had never seen. Mother would turn wherever she was if I ever attempted something like this. Alexander called it a parlor wedding. It was happening right in my living room. We redesignedput my minimalist style living room aesthetic to good use, the chandeliers above creating a dimly lit room as dawn set in.Guests trickled in, their murmurs mingling with our choice of music.Alexander stood by the makeshift altar, being the head of two long feast tables, placed at the center. I stood behind him taking in the sight of everything we had done together.The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, the vibrant colors of the floral arrangements contrasting beautifully with the muted tones of the room.Soft candlelight danced on the two-tier cake, sitting at the center of the table.Alexander was particular when he said there were twenty people coming. As his parents arrive right on time, I couldn
Sitting quietly by the window, I watched the eventide overtaking the bustles of the day in the small town, Ontario. It was just like any other day, but not for me. The day was special, I was celebrating my 5th year anniversary with Owen Doyle, my boyfriend.Owen and I started dating around the time I turned 19.It was love at first sight- at least for him. I didn’t like him until a few dates after our first meeting, but eventually we got together. He was older, going to 32 as I will be turning 24.We have been together for five years and I naturally, expected a ring.I repeatedly told myself “today is the day!” The signs were all clear. Today is the day he would go on his knees and say those words: “Rosé Willian, will you marry me?”I envisioned myself saying yes a thousand times, with a few drops of tears of course, and Owen, would wipe off my tears with his thumb finger and plant a kiss on my forehead to seal the beautiful evening. A smile played across my face as I enjoyed my i
The next morning met us on the way to a far, far away land Paula called Washington. Paula’s seat on the plane was a few rows from me, she was actively taking pictures of the skies, clearly enjoying the takeoff.My eyes fell on an older couple beside me, giggling and chattering with each other and my heart ached uncontrollably.“Home-wrecker…” I cursed under my breathe, and a few tears dropped from my eyes.“I will never love again!” I muttered to myself. I was too numb to think, too heartbroken. My pains, now very accustomed to me patted my back gently, and I drifted off to sleep.Seven hours later, I was startled awake by the screeching sound of the plane landing.I scanned the aircraft for Paula and our eyes met,"Welcome to Washington!” She mouthed, beaming excitedly as we deplaned.We stepped down to the Terminal and we immediately spotted a lady with a “welcome back cousin!” placard, waving happily at us.“Lydiaaaa!” Paula squealed excitedly, running towards the girl. She looked
Mr EyeCandy stepped into the hallway, and his footstep resounded in the air. Our eyes met and my heart sank.“Hazel!” I muttered silently, that was the color of his eyes.I timidly darted my eyes to the ground as he closed the distance between us.A pair of the most expensive Daniel Martins boots stopped before me.“Woah!” I gasped, intoxicated by his manly scent that wafted my senses.“CEO!” The French speaking lady exclaimed, groveling over to his side. My gaze remained on the ground, as I failed to steady trembling heart.“Nicole Guy must have definitely seen this guy before writing about the character, Anderson!” I thought to myself. “Who’s this?” I heard him say. His voice clearly befitted his persona. Firm, confident, dominant, oozing with authority.“I already interviewed her, you don’t have to bother.” She replied.Her lie caught me off guard and I didn’t even know when I blurted out,“No, you didn’t!”I instantly regretted it when my eyes met with hers, because she gave th
Navy’s POVI walked into the reception of my multimillion dollar company and my employees went numb. That’s how much influence I have on my workers and I like it that way. I like to see the women drool when I walk by, and the men tremble nervously at my presence. But I love the effect I have on women more, making them wish their lives on me and never having it, no matter what. Yes, no matter what, no matter who.I have only tried to love one woman all my life, Clarissa McDamon- my ex. I am yet to recover from the suffering agony and trauma she put me through. To me, women are all the same, despite how innocent they look, or how pure their eyes seem. They are vile creatures, despite what they wear, and their fake smiles creep me out. Like the smile on my receptionist’s face right now, fake, unreal, pretentious.“Welcome, Mr Leonardo” she beamed. I nodded indifferently, scanning the expanse hall.“Are you looking for anyone, sir?” She asked, sensing my curiosity.“The Blogger…” I