LOGINLiora. "What are we celebrating this time?" Aunt Astra asked, her eyes moving to Soren, who stood a few meters away, looking out of place. "Love?" before I could respond, she asked, and heat flooded my cheeks. Were we truly celebrating love? That sounded... warm? The thought itself had me blushing. "A lot of things!" After recomposing myself, I added, my features softening as I recalled all the good things that had happened to me recently. There was the baby, the graduation, the job, and maybe.... Love.. The thought had my hand immediately flying to my chest, as if trying to steady it. " This is Soren...." At the end, I couldn't bring myself to say all those things to Aunt Astra, and instead, I introduced Soren, my eyes softening as I looked at him. The fact that he had decided to follow me all the way in didn't fail to surprise me. Did he care about me... that much? "My husband," I added, and at the introduction, sounding so warm, so real, my cheeks heated up,
Liora "Do you like me?" " Did you buy me a ring and the flowers because you were jealous of the attention that I was getting at the company? For a moment, those words burned at the tip of my tongue, but in the end, they choked back, failing to come out. Inwardly frustrated, I tightly clenched my fists before I weakly leaned back on the seat, utterly defeated. They were just a few words, and yet, I couldn't find the courage to say them! "Are you okay?" Noticing my movements, Soren asked, his brows furrowed in concern, and at that moment, I only wanted to smack my forehead. His eyes were on me, unmoving, and now, I needed to say something, and desperately so, and yet, I didn't know what to say. Just as I was about to pass out from frustration, I caught sight of a familiar street, and my eyes brightened. "Soren!" I called out, my voice soft and light, as a wave of nostalgia washed over me. "Can you pull over?" I asked, my voice almost shaking. "I would love to vis
Liora. "Get in." The moment I walked out, Soren's car was parked a few metres from the entrance, and when he saw me, he lowered the glass window before he informed, and I wordlessly got in. "Hi." Now seated in the car, I greeted, my eyes searching for his. If it were in the past, I wouldn't have dared to greet him or speak when I wasn't spoken to. But now, things were different between. We were freer and slightly more open with each other, and surprisingly, the usually quiet Soren now talked, not too much, just a few words here and there. But that was something. Also, he seemed to be kinder, gentler and more patient with than back when we had just started... this.. After spending months with him, I had come to learn something about him. He wasn't as cold and as unfeeling as he appeared. He had emotions, and there were occasions when he showed emotions, and that was whenever we talked about fashion and garment designing. It was like he would transform into a different
Liora. "It's been a week now since you started receiving tulips." She reminded me, shooting me a suspicious look. "So, tell me, dear Liora, who is the mystery guy?" She asked, and to that, my heart missed beats, for obvious reasons, of course. "Ever since he started sending flowers, most of your admirers in the company were discouraged!" She grumbled, displeasure written all over her face. " You are such a beautiful girl! You deserve all the pretty flowers the world has to offer." She looked all serious as she said that, and for a moment, I was lost for words. " Why would you limit yourself to only receiving his flowers? Our office needs to have different vases of different varieties of flowers in every corner. The mood in this company is already so depressing!" " We need something to light things up, more scents, more colours and more life! " She gestured, wearing a dreamy face, and I shook my head helplessly as I listened to her. " Tell me who he is, and I am going
Liora. I couldn't believe that I had been working at Capital Elite for two weeks, and surprisingly, the experience was much smoother than I had expected. Capital Elite was a high-pressure space, and it took more than just talent and skills to survive there. At some point, people joked that one's ability to cope with stress should be included in the job description. Otherwise, many with skills and talent had failed to survive there, due to the amount of stress that the job served. But again, I had survived there as an intern for almost a year, so yeah, I guess I had what it took. As a senior designer, my work was actually well stated. I didn't do random designing. And since I didn't have clients of my own yet, I was required to create a piece, wedding gowns mostly, around four pieces for the next four months. Which meant I had about a month to create each. Each piece was meant for display, walk-ins, and website advertisements. That way, if clients liked my work enou
Third Person. Inside his office, Soren was going through some files when a soft knock came through the door. And before he could respond, the door was pushed open, and Reagan walked in, a file in hand. " It's just been two weeks, are the results ready yet?" Soren didn't even lift his face from the files he was going through when he asked. He didn't even need to lift his face to know who the newcomer was. In the entire company, it was only Reagan who could enter his office without his permission, after all. "Suppose I finally found Astrid. You don't sound as enthusiastic as you should be, Soren!" Reagan remarked, suspicion lacing his voice as he directly took a seat. " Are you hiding something from me, Soren?" There was a hint of alarm in Reagan's voice as he asked, and that successfully caught Soren's attention. He lifted his face from the papers and directly looked at Reagan, a ghostly smile playing on his lips. For seconds, deep silence filled the room, and no one
Liora.Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was just the hormones, but that night, after the dinner, my situation got really worse, and Soren ended up spending the night in my bed...Well, his staying was saintly in all possible ways. My temperature kept going up every other second, and each time, he had
Liora.For a terrible second, relief flooded through me.Relief at the thought that Soren wanted to see me.The realization alone was enough to disgust me, and as the maid stood there waiting for my response, I quietly cursed my weak heart."Madam?" She called again when I remained silent for too l
Liora.These days, the morning sickness had gotten worse.I barely ate, and even if I managed to take a few bites, it would all come out seconds later.Those two days were spent between the toilet sink and the bed.The medicines that Soren had gotten me barely worked. Nothing worked, actually.To b
Third Person. After his call to Reagan, Soren sat in his usual seat, and yet, even after going through the paperwork for several minutes, he couldn't seem to focus. At last, he placed the pen down before folding his hands in front of his chest and directing his gaze toward the door. It looked li







