Camille left the confectionary shop with her friends, her heels tapping fast against the street. Outwardly she still wore her calm face, but inside her chest was hot with anger. The picture of Abigail sitting there with Maya, laughing and eating cakes as if nothing in the world could touch her, kept burning in her mind. She could not understand it. Abigail had once been quiet, almost timid, someone who looked like she did not belong in their world of wealth and elegance. Camille had thought it would be easy to push her away, to break her. But the girl only grew stronger, bolder, and it made Camille furious. “Are you all right?” one of her friends asked softly as they walked beside her. “I’m fine,” Camille said shortly, waving her hand. She did not want to explain. She did not want to speak until she had gone to the only person who would truly understand her anger. Her sister. Carmen. Everyone knew Carmen was the clever one, the calm one, the one who always planned before she mo
YOU THINK YOU'RE ONE OF US...The morning air was bright and soft, the kind of day that felt too calm to stay indoors. Abigail had been restless after Obetta’s visit the previous day. Though Luke had stood firm, the sharpness in Obetta’s words still echoed in her head. She needed fresh air, something normal to wash away the weight that clung to her heart.So, when Maya came over around mid-morning, Abigail smiled and pulled her close into a warm hug.“Maya, let’s go out,” she said suddenly, surprising even herself.Maya blinked. “Go out? Where?”“Anywhere,” Abigail answered with a laugh. “I don’t want to sit at home all day. Let’s take a walk. Maybe grab something sweet. There’s that confectionary shop not far from here. Do you remember it?”Maya’s lips curved into a grin. “Of course I do. You used to drag me there when we were still in school. I thought you’d forgotten.”“I haven’t,” Abigail said, shaking her head. “Come on. Let’s go. It will be fun.”Maya agreed, her eyes sparkling.
I LIKE THE ICE..The sun rose slowly over the Vandell estate, warm light slipping through the wide windows and painting soft gold across the marble floors. The servants moved about quietly, cleaning up what little remained from the previous night’s birthday celebration. The air still carried a faint trace of flowers and wine, though the grand hall now stood silent and orderly again.Upstairs, Abigail stretched lazily in bed, the morning calm wrapping around her like a blanket. She turned slightly, her gaze falling on Luke, who had already risen. He stood near the window, shirtless, his broad shoulders catching the sunlight. His expression was unreadable as always, though his posture gave away a trace of thoughtfulness.“Good morning,” she said softly, her voice still heavy with sleep.He glanced over his shoulder, the corner of his lips twitching. “Morning.”She pushed herself up, brushing hair from her face. “Did you sleep well?”“I slept,” he answered simply, turning back to the win
THE BIRTHDAY PARTY..The moment the “Happy Birthday” chant died down, the estate seemed to exhale. The music softened into the background, warm and elegant, and the staff began moving quietly to serve drinks. Maya guided a pair of servers toward the long table where plates of delicate appetizers waited. Candles flickered, painting soft shadows on the ribbons and flowers Abigail had carefully chosen.Luke stood at the center of it all, his broad frame commanding attention even when he said nothing. His hand remained loosely wrapped around Abigail’s, the only sign that he acknowledged the effort around him. His eyes, sharp as always, scanned the hall, lingering briefly on the decorations before sweeping over the faces of the guests who began arriving in small groups.Not many were invited. Abigail and Maya had been deliberate. It wasn’t meant to be a grand show for society, but an intimate gathering family, a few trusted friends, and staff who cared deeply for the Vandell household.Kat
Luke had spent most of the day at Kate’s mansion without protest, though anyone who knew him well would have seen the faint signs of impatience underneath. He wasn’t the kind of man who liked having his time directed by others, and yet, because it was his mother, he allowed it. Abigail was grateful for that. She had spent every hour silently watching him, measuring his mood, praying he wouldn’t suddenly decide to return to the estate early. The estate was ready now. Maya had sent her a quiet message through one of the staff that everything was in place balloons, ribbons, the cake, the elegant table settings, the music. The servants had done their part with careful hands, and Maya had added her natural brightness to the rooms, making them glow with warmth. Abigail’s heart fluttered each time she thought of it. But the hardest part was still ahead: bringing Luke home without making him suspicious. By late afternoon, Kate finally excused herself to her private sitting room, saying she
The morning of Luke’s birthday broke with a soft stillness. The Vandell estate was not where he had woken up, but at Kate’s mansion. He rarely stayed overnight there anymore, but his mother had pressed him firmly the evening before. She had insisted that she needed his company for a night, making it seem like it was nothing more than a whim of hers. Luke, though suspicious of her sudden warmth, had agreed after she had pressed long enough. Abigail had been the one who asked Kate for help. She had pleaded with her mother-in-law to make sure Luke stayed over at her mansion. That was the only way she and Maya could have the time to prepare the Vandell estate for the birthday surprise. Abigail knew Luke hated surprises, but she wanted to give him something different this time. She wanted to show him he was worth celebrating, even if he had long stopped caring about his own birthday. When Abigail arrived early that morning at Kate’s mansion, her heart beat quickly. She had barely slept.