Elysia cleared her throat, but still, the children did not look her way. “Well, I just want to tell you both that today's another day that I'd not be–” “We know,” the children said in unison, cutting Elysia short, raising their heads from the food on their plates. “It's about the event right?” Armin continued, shrugging slightly with no trace of surprise on his face. The same could be said about Alina also. “Uncle Damon told us already so it's fine,” it was Alina this time, forcing a smile that did not quite reach her eyes. “It’s not bad to inform us ahead mom.” Elysia could not close her mouth that opened due to shock, instead, she just sat there, still tightening her grip on the fork that was dug into a steak. After staring for a while, Armin passed a glass of water to Elysia, pushing his head forward as a sign to tell her to drink up, and she collected it, sipping a little content from it. “Thanks,” after what seemed like forever, she spoke up, pushing the water back to Armi
Finally, the day Orion had waited so much for had arrived, but he had to readjust his schedule following Seraphina's change in plan. About three to four days ago, she made it known to him that she was going to come back on a Friday, the day before the charity gala, only for her to tell him that her parents had a task for her. Something that was very important— at least to her. “Shit,” Orion muttered under his breath as he pushed the curtain aside, rubbing his eyes gently. “Seven already.” About ten minutes after pacing around the room, he got out and walked into the bathroom where he had a quick nice bath, and he strode over to his bathroom, picking a plain polo that was black in colour, and the next thing that followed was a black joggers. “Bullshit,” he cursed for the second time in the early hours of the day, barely two hours after he woke up. “Good morning sir,” came the words from one of the maids who clasped her hands at her front as she bowed slightly, her gaze darting be
Melissa swallowed the lump that formed in her throat immediately she heard Damon's proposal, and her eyes widened, but she remained still on her seat. “Like I said earlier, I don't want to waste your time,’’ Damon repeated, taking out a pen from his pocket, before placing it on the table. “If you don't want a position back in the hospital, write down an amount that you want,” he motioned towards the pen, the next was her bag. “You have a book in your bag, so yeah, you can write it there.” Melissa remained mute, folding both hands above the table, stuck between multiple decisions. “What was the question again?” Judging by the expression Damon had on his face, she knew he was losing patience, so without anyone telling her, she knew she had to say something— something that was going to give her time to think about it again. Even if it was just a second. “When was the last time you spoke to Jake?” He asked, shutting his eyes for a second. “About six days ago,” she answered without
“That will be all for today,” the man said, taking the microphone off his mouth, and he turned away from the crowd, gently walking off the stage, and just as murmurs started to erupt from the few numbers of people that were seated there, another man walked up to the stage, picking up a microphone. “We'd love to apologize for what happened,” he started, making sure that they were back to being silent, and Damon, who was at the far right corner watched him from a distance with his hand under his jaw. “The guest had something serious to attend to, so–” he trailed off as the sound of displeasing voices increased, but even at that, he raised a hand, and everywhere became quiet once again.“Once again, we're sorry,” the man repeated, taking a step forward on the stage, and after that, Damon turned his attention from him, focusing on Melissa who was packing her books into her bag. “We'd love to bring to your notice that there will still be room for question and answer, but the time has be
“How are things with her now?” It was Elijah, taking his eyes off the bottle, and the next thing that followed was the small cup in which he placed on the table, before throwing both hands to the back of his neck. Orion stopped what he was doing, widening his eyes in total confusion. “With who?” There were times when Elijah would tell Orion that he really needed to decide about who he was willing to choose since he was tired of clarifying his words. Funny enough, the time came again. “Are we doing this again?” Elijah asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. Orion shrugged, pushing his cup aside as he placed both hands above the table, knitting his forehead as his patience grew weary. “It’s about Elysia of course.” “You could have said it from the start then,” bitterness was tinged in Orion's tone as those words left his mouth, and he sank back into the chair, taking a shot of whiskey after that. Elijah waved with a neutral expression on his face. “My bad, so tell me, how is it?
Seraphina moved from where she was, moving to the huge window in the office where she stopped, chuckling at every passing moment after she heard that familiar voice. Yes, the voice had changed a bit compared to the last time she heard it, maybe deeper, or rougher, but still, she'd recognize it anytime, and anywhere. “Donovan?” She called out of shock, narrowing her gaze on a dark spot on the window, something that needed complete concentration to be noticed. “Is that really you?” For a second, there was silence between them, not until she heard someone giggling, and not long after that, the answer to her question came in. “Yes that's me,” the man's voice was hoarse. “But not the sixteen year old me this time, trust me.” “Just like you, I've also grown, what do you think? I did not betray you did I?”Seraphina placed a hand above her stomach, walking away from her position. “God, it's really you.” “To cut the long story short, just come down, I'm there,” he announced, staring at