"The bakery should be on your right.” Emma finally finishes giving me the direction of the place where she needs me to pick up the mini pavlova she ordered. It’s Saturday so we’re going to have lunch together but she’ll be going straight to my parents’ place to help with the cooking so I volunteered to handle the dessert part. But of course, being the successful party planner she is, one of the perks is to have contacts of all the good dessert places so she did the ordering and what’s left for me is to just go to those places to pick them up. Right now I’m onto the first on the list since I just left my place. "Where are you now, by the way?" She asks as my hand stretches to the Starbucks grande drink placed next to the gearbox, "Wait. Are you still at home?!” I slurp on the drink while she curses, “I swear Fee, if you-""I'm already on my way!" I quickly interject before she starts nagging about how I’ll be making everybody waiting for me just because I haven’t showered when it’s
"Sophie!"I was washing my face upstairs at the ensuite bathroom when I heard my name being called. But knowing he never called me by my Goverment name before aside from that meeting we had a few months ago, I must've heard wrong. "Sophieee!" I always leave the door open whenever I use the bathroom but when I hear my name being summoned again, I quickly stretch one leg to the door, wanting the crack to be bigger just so I can hear it clearly. "Soooophieee!"He's really calling me by my name. Huh?"Sophie! Sophie! Sophie!" I immediately rinse my face from the cleanser, grab the small towel to dry my skin while rushing down to get to the annoying man that's clearly asking for a beating. How dare he called me by my name after the incident back then- I warned him not to do that ever again! "Soph, come here please." He says the moment he sees me making an appearance in the kitchen. I raise an eyebrow at how casual he's being to use my name in this conversation, "What did you say?""C
"It's your last chance to tell me you love me,” he looks at me straight in the eye when he utters those words, to which I do nothing but to stare back at him, not knowing what to say or even do. I have been this man’s girlfriend for a few months now and by the way he endlessly threw I-love-you day and night at me, you would’ve thought I’d somehow slipped in the past, somewhat replied him back but no, sorry to disappoint you but I still haven't said those sacred three-words sentence not even once to him. To be honest, I don't plan to ever say it. You can’t say I’m being an ass because I’ve stated clearly right in the beginning of this relationship that this is not permanent. He is well aware of my stand to be best friends, just best friends, so I’m not playing him. He knew what’s going to be in it and he agreed to jump both feet in so here we are, me pretending as if I didn’t hear what he said a few seconds ago. "My Baby is so beautiful," he pushes himself deeper at the word ‘so’,
"What do you mean you guys are not together anymore?" Stupid Luca is being his stupid self by making a scene at his Mom's birthday celebration. I can’t believe he had to do that right here when we’re all in this happy mood, can’t he keep it for at least one day? Or until the party is finished? Urgh, such a party pooper. Just like last year, the birthday celebration is held at a seven star hotel. But this time around, the invitation extends to only family and close friends, considering Covid-19 is still out there. "Things don't work out, I guess.”"But you guys seems fine.” Claire is truly confused, she looks at her son waiting for explanation before turning to me, wanting to understand it. If I were her, I too won't get it. Because like she said, there’s nothing different with how we were last week during the brunch and how we are today at the party.Luca and I arrived in matching yellow outfit since yellow is the color theme of the party. Both of us have been talking, eating, and
It's been a month since the boys are here. A month since I've heard of Luca. The first two weeks after our final goodbye was the worst period of my life. Okay, maybe it wasn't the worst because the days were great- I had my kids with me, spending quality time with them making me forget of a certain someone who's been my source of entertainment for the past five months. What's worst was the nights; they were the worst I've ever experienced. Right after the boys went to bed, I buried myself under the blanket. I couldn't get out of it doesn't matter how Abby tried to cheer me up or lure me out, because all I wanted to do after a long day with them, putting a happy front by neglecting my own feelings, after all of those, come night I really wanted to digest those very same feelings even if it's all heartache and pure sadness. I wanted to come to terms with them because I knew I had to process everything in order to let go and move on. I moped around like a teenager who's had her hea
"I need to find Lizzie." I tell myself while turning to the hall, repeating the same thing over and over so I won't forget it. I need to find Lizzie so she can bring me home. Maybe he's right. Maybe I've gotten drunk. Afterall, he's always right. Like when he said we should stay together instead of go on separate path. If I listen to him, I wouldn't have been so miserable and-"Come with me, Soph." The stubborn man grabs my wrist but this time he is no longer angry. Instead, his voice has softened as if he is whispering, somewhat coaxing me into submission. Though I heard each word clearly and noticed they were uttered sternly, there's no room for refusal."No," I hastily take my hand, then quickly put them across my chest in a protective manner, "I won't have you take advantage on me!" I will only go with Lizzie instead of a predator! Who knew what he'd do to me since I'm clearly wasted. He doesn't seem offended at all with my accusation but actually scoffs at it, mocking me, "Don'
The first thirty-two years of my life, I've never had a taste of alcohol. Pretty sure you get what I mean; not the cooking type of alcohol but the drinking one, normally paired with the meals or taken when adults are hanging out. Or should I say, the only poison you need after a long, stressful day? Luca trained me pretty well into knowing my alcohol tolerance, he said the socialites don't get drunk in public so he taught me my limit the way his Dad did with him. Of course I'm not a socialite but it's important since I'm new in this drinking world so I have to know what my body is capable of to say no to another glass, keeping me safe in case I need to rely to myself to get home. He always reminded me, doesn't matter where I am, how late it is, or how bad our relationship is at that particular moment, I can always call him to ask if he can get me home. He promised he would not judge or say anything, preferred to have me home safely and would never bring up about what happened. That
I still don't know what is he apologising for when he suddenly gets up from the kneeling, stretching himself to his full height as he looks at me intimidatingly. As if that’s not enough, he lets out a warning in a no-nonsense manner, “You are never drinking again."I’m stunned to hear how stern he is after what he said back then. What happened to never judging me when it comes to drinking? What happened to his ultimate motive which is at the end of everything, as long as I’m safely home, nothing else matters? "One more time you pull this kind of stunt, I'm going to report you to Social Service." Ehh? Social Service? Okay… what am I missing here? In what way Social Service has anything to do with me being drunk? “You lose my baby, I'll make you lose your babies too.”I blink like an idiot, trying to digest his words while battling with this throbbing headache. Stupid hangover, I wish this is just a dream so I can get an aspirin or something once I’m awake, if I indeed have a hangov