ARSENIO'S POV I walked out of my office as I dialed Adele's number. Since we had lunch at a restaurant in town together and coincidentally met her ex on the way out, she's been acting really different_somehow distant. Although the guy hasn't showed up again since then, I can't understand this feeling of uneasiness that seems to envelop me of recent. Walking through the glass doors that led to my private studio, I listened to the call tune from her end. It's ringing but she's not picking up. Is she alright? I wondered. "Mr. Alessandro. It's a good thing you're here. I was about to send someone for the second time to get you here." Vera_one of my top clients, said the moment I walked in the large studio room. "I'm sorry about the delay." I apologized, beckoning an assistant over and placing my phone in his care. "It's fine. You must have been having a conversation with your girlfriend." She suggestively stated. "Ah," I gave her a cryptic smile. "Let's get to w
NARRATIVE "Adele, I really don't know what to say at this point." Clara admitted, as she stared at her sister concernedly. "The only solution to everything now, is to find a way to meet with Carlo ASAP! The heavens must really want you to be together, seeing the circumstances surrounding your relationship even after six years." Lana sighed. "I agree, Adele. Even though you might still feel horrible, now isn't the time to let those feelings overwhelm you anymore. Now is the time you have to talk it out with Carlo no matter what. I still think there's really something about his sudden disappearance six years ago he wants to tell you. I just hope the reason is sincere." Cheng stated. "It has to be, seeing his consistency even after our parents never granted him audience." Clara said. "Sis, I just hope when all these is finally over, you can find true happiness again. You deserve every bit of it!" Adele smiled over their words. "Thank you girls. You've been supportive a
ARSENIO'S POV "Arsenio," I stopped on my track on seeing Adele standing just outside my private studio. "Hey, good morning. Why didn't you come in? Hope you've not been waiting for long?" I smiled as I stepped closer to her. "I'm just arriving actually. You seem busy..." "No I'm not. I just wrapped things up." I interrupted and she nodded slightly. "Okay." I glance over her simple dressing and smiled. "Hope you've been resting fine? You seem a bit unusual." I stated and she smiled warmly. "I'm fine. Don't worry." "Alright, come with me." I said as we began to walk down the corridor, towards the elevator that'll lead us to my private penthouse at the top floor.ADELE'S POV I sipped from my cup of Italian coffee absentmindedly. I was sitting across from Arsenio, watching him work on his laptop_although my thoughts were long gone from him. All through the drive down here, I'd imagined and hoped Carlo would suddenly show up like he's done in the past. I wish
NARRATIVE "What are you doing Mira?" Mira looked up from the small pile of colored cards and rose flowers_some drying off already, that was laying on her desk. She turned around and smiled warmly at Geraldine who was standing by her office door. "I'm about getting rid of these packages that has been coming in for Ms. Adele since she says not to send them to her again. Why?" She explained and Geraldine stepped inside the office fully. "Don't trash them. Send them to my office if you're uncomfortable with it piling here." Mira narrowed her eyes at her. "Why can't I trash them? Ms. Adele clearly instructed not to have them sent to her again." "My instinct says not to trash them yet. I feel she'll need it soon." Geraldine insisted and Mira nodded. "Oh, okay. If you say so." ____ Adele walked back into the living area of Arsenio's penthouse and found him standing and looking so disturbed as he waited for her to come back. The moment he turned and saw her, Arsen
NARRATIVE "This is amazing Sis Cheng. I mean, I've never been to a fashion gala_actually I've never been to a gala before." Clara gushed right beside Lana and Cheng as they walked into the grand hall. The girls smiled as they took their seats at the round table amongst others in the grand hall. They didn't bother exchanging pleasantries with people because they weren't familiar with many there. They only came because of Adele and also, to socialize if necessary, to broaden their knowledge about the fashion industry and to get familiar with the identities of the most affluential people in New York City. The gala was just starting, several top designers and models in New York City already arrived, showing off their diverse, colorful and exquisite designs as they walked the red carpet and up the stairs. The paparazzi in their distinguished 'black-theme' wears, stood by either side of the red carpet, taking photos and filming the events with their cameras and phones. Whil
NARRATIVE Arsenio stared at Adele silently as he watched the diverse emotions reflecting on her face. At first she was smiling, then suddenly she looked nervous and now she looked really shocked to the extent she'd dropped her phone on the floor. What could it be? He swallowed nothing as he watched her for a while, trying to calm his thoughts before he'll say or do something that'll piss her off again. Especially since they are fast approaching the hotel at this moment. "Adele, is everything alright? Are you okay?" He asked, leaning closer to her. "Huh?" Adele looked up from her fallen phone and into Arsenio's searching eyes. Fearing his naturally compelling eyes would make her spill, she blinked severally, closed her parted lips and hurriedly retrieved her phone from the floor. "What is it? Are you okay? Did anyone threaten you? Why do you look so stunned?" "It's nothing, Arsenio. I'm fine." She briskly said as she immediately kept her phone in her purse bag. "Adele, you'r
ARSENIO'S POV I never understood how well I was crazy about Adele until this very moment. Watching her smile so radiantly as she walked up to her ex fiancé broke my heart to many miserable fragments. The moment she let go my arm and I trailed her eyes to his, I was suddenly reminded that she's never gonna fall for me. It's a painful fact but it's a reality_a reality I'm not willing to accept. She already got slightly distant with me after our fight few days ago. Ever since I know her, I've never seen her smile so genuinely, so beautifully like this. I feel jealous, angry and really horrible. How is it that she's entirely different from the broken, revenge tasty woman I vividly remember from few weeks ago? How is it that she's easily smiling and walking up to the same man who abandoned her at their supposed wedding six years ago? Did she already forgive him? Did she already find out the truth? What exactly has transformed Adele within such a short time? I sta
ADELE'S POV After a while of exchanging pleasantries and catching up with Emily about both necessary and unnecessary things, I was finally able to escape from the overly chatty woman with the excuse of wanting to use the restroom. Well, here am I walking down the hallway back to the main hall the gala was holding, a few minutes after. The girls were busy interacting with some persons the last time I checked. I could tell from their eyes they couldn't wait to hear what I'd talked about with Carlo. Speaking of Carlo, I couldn't wait to walk up to him now that I'm free from Emily's 'kidnap'. We have a lot to talk about really and I can't wait to meet him. I bit on my lower lip the moment I felt heat rushed to my cheeks at a random thought. That moment when he'd leaned down and whispered in my ear, I'd felt the butterflies_I didn't think was still existent, in my stomach. My nostrils had enjoyed the sweet savor emitting from his fragrance_my favorite rose and a hint of ging