It has been several hours since Alan finished discussing with Keith about Arthur Hermann's case that he just got from Victor yesterday, also listening to Keith's request about a journalist, which he found was a bit strange, actually. He had no other choice but to comply with his boss's request if he still wanted to keep his job and returned to the room where Tatius was waiting for him, but there was neither of them tried to break the silence they made. Tatius himself was busy with his own thoughts, which he did not know what the man was thinking. All he could do was guessing his boyfriend's mind while thinking about the right questions to ask his boyfriend for fear that his recently more sensitive boyfriend would get angry. Most likely, he guessed that the man was still worrying about his plans to introduce the man to his parents, as well as his plans to coming out to reveal his identity as pansexual, which to the best of his knowledge was the most taboo in his religion before he ch
Patricia watched in amazement as soon as she got out of her car after Aura took the initiative to open the car door for her and arrived at Keith's parent's house, which was already filled with so many people. For the size of a small cafe owner, Keith's parents' house was quite large, which surprised her a little as she had thought the party would be held on a small scale.But that was not what surprised her. It was also not for entering the house to find that many banquets of food and drink were available on the long table in the living room and at the warm welcome of Keith's parents, whom she had not seen for a long time when she saw their presence. A husband and wife with a warm, cheerful personality immediately made her feel like she has just returned home, very different from Keith's personality that the man always wore, which she thought was a little gloomy behind his cute face. The difference with their parents, who were very concerned about prestige and the views of
Cecilia Esther sipped red wine, which was one of the wines she got for free from Charles Hermann's vineyard—her adoptive father, who she already thought him as her own father because her biological parents had died when she was four years old—slowly looking out the view of Rose city from the chaise lounge on the balcony, which also served as a mini garden for the penthouse.The penthouse where she lived now since she managed to move from her grandfather's mansion to the penthouse that she bought from her hard work as a freelance financial analyst since four years ago so as not to continuedly depending on her grandparents. She was bringing along her adoptive father, who initially refused her offer at first, but then he decided to followed her once she used her puppy eyes looks that always managed in making her adoptive father had no choice but to indulge her wishes. Indeed, her grandparents never bothered her existence in the family—especially her grandmother b
Tatius listened attentively to Keith's explanation of the detail of what he should do in the cafe on his first day he worked here. Starting from welcoming guests in a friendly manner and not forgetting to make eye contact when greeting customers to make customers feel comfortable. That part he felt was not a problem, as it was what he did usually at his old workplace, when he was still working as a waiter. But what made him a little confused was when he had to ask the customer's name and memorize every customer's habit in every detail.Realizing his confusion, Keith paused for his long explanation, looking at her worriedly. "Do you think it's too difficult for you to do the last part? You can skip the section on remembering the details of a customer's habits if you'd like. It's not a necessity, only if you can, it's even better."
To be honest, she was feeling anxious, as she had a butterfly in her stomach right now. Not because she entered her menstrual schedule, or because she drank stomach laxatives or had diarrhoea. But because she thought that in two days, she would come to their parents' house with Alan, bring their respective partners, and come out in front of their parents, both as a pansexual for Alan, and her as a lesbian.Okay, the comparison that she took before to describe her anxious feeling was not really cool, but it illustrated the feeling that came to her right now.Actually, it was not part of her life plan. Her plan was she would choose to cover up her identity as a lesbian forever as she did not intend to come out from the start. However, she could not bear to let her twin brother face the difficulties common to peop
Patricia could not help herself but smile a little as soon as she finished texting her girlfriend, ignoring the strange gaze from her editor, a curt man of Korean descent named Park Jinhee. "Already completed with your business? Then, could we resume the discussion, Miss Patricia Caroline?" The man's cold smile along with the way he called her by her full name, managed to make her tense up instantly. Immediately, she placed the smartphone on her desk, then sat with her legs crossed, leaning her legs towards Park to make it appear that she was enthusiastic about listening to the man's discussion seriously. Even though given to the fact that she really wanted to immediately kick the man out of her apartment and arrange her apartment to welcome Aura. She could not wait to give her the answer to the woman that she agreed to her invitation the other day to join dinner with her girlfriend's parent this week.
Marie looked at the mansion building which she had never liked since her first arrival in this place. She hated that place so much that she kept imagining the scenario of burning and destroying the mansion building to the ground, along with its inhabitants, in her mind for years. That place gave her nothing but only bitter memories of the time she was forced to spend two years living in the mansion after her mother died by her dad. The insults she always received from her grandparents and also her father's first half-sister––Arthur Hermann and his family––who always thought of themselves as important people whose existence deserves the respect of others.Ironically, it was where she was right now. Throwing all her pride to climb the cursed building that she always cursed in her mind. The last time she came to this place was when she introduced Keith to her father's extended family, which ended with an insult to Keith that instantly made her angry
There was no other way to describe how worried he was now other than hearing Marie's answer just now when he called her to find out her whereabouts, after waiting for an hour for her to arrive at his cafe.That his wife was now currently at his wife's grandfather's house. The strangest thing that made him confused. He remembered very clearly how his wife disliked his wife's extended family when he stepped foot for the first time into the house. But why had she just told him that she was there?Why did that woman do it? Did that have something to do with the woman's company, which will soon go bankrupt since her investors began to withdraw their investments in her company one by one thanks to the rumours circulating in the media?
Cecilia took a sip of the Iced Cappuccino she had just ordered a few minutes ago at Marie's husband's cafe, where she was now. It tasted a little stronger than the Iced Cappuccinos she had had before but she had to admit that this drink had really met to her liking. This was quite surprising, considering that over the years she had visited all kinds of cafes in Rose city, but never once had she come across a barista like Keith Gilbert, who could immediately understand her coffee taste. Only twice had he met her; at her cousin's wedding ceremony, as well as at the Hermann extended family gathering. Supposedly, that was not enough to let the man know her personality to this depth.She took another sip of his coffee after looking around the cafe, scanning everything. The atmosphere was so pleasant, with classical music playing which she did not know because he was not a classical music fan like Marie. She preferred music that has a fast tempo like Linkin Park or The Interr