LOGIN“How about you, bro, Arzhel, how has life been lately?” Hayden asked. “I heard Stephanie is divorcing her husband. Maybe it’s your chance,” Marc said and even raised his eyebrows twice. Hayden hit Marc’s shoulder. “You're full of nonsense,” Hayden told him. “How is your ex-wife, though? Doesn’t
Liezel frowned and crossed her arms. “Oh,” Marc reacted in a sad tone, obviously teasing Liezel. Liezel glared at him. But then, seconds later, her lips formed a smile, and she flipped her hair. “Guess what,” she said. “We met again five years ago,” she proudly said. The men looked at each other
“Congrats, bro,” Arzhel said. Marc raised his beer. “Cheers to that good news,” Marc said. Everyone raised their glasses. “In my case,” Marc continued, pausing to give a little suspense, “I am engaged.” He proudly said and bowed like a prince. “No way,” Liezel said. She was surprised. “The hopel
Third Person POVArzhel went to the address his friend sent to him. He parked his car and looked at the house in front of him while his forehead was creasing. His phone rang. “Where are you?” the man on the phone asked. It was Hayden, the friend who called him earlier. “I’m here,” Arzhel said
I actually just planned to nod at him and not say anything, but since his parents were watching, I was pressured to speak and act like we were okay. I flashed a smile. “It’s okay, go ahead,” I said. “Are you sure?” he softly asked. “You could come if you want,” he said and flashed a smile. I for
I frowned when I saw our picture together with Veronica. She was actually beside Arzhel, so I really had the urge to just crop her, but even if I did that, I still couldn’t post that cropped photo. Tss. Instead, I posted the picture of the kids, and the kids with Arzhel. Then I put a heart emoji
I fell asleep. I didn’t know how long it had been. But when I woke up, it felt like my whole body had been beaten by exhaustion. My body was aching. I blinked while looking at the unfamiliar ceiling. Seconds later, it sank in to me that I was in New York. I remembered the fire, and the smell of m
He nodded and guided me slowly toward the damaged corridor. Each step I took was heavy. When he stepped outside, I saw Ashley, my creative director here in New York and one of my closest friends. I looked around. Jarred was already gone. “Analia,” Ashley said worriedly and hugged me. “Are you okay
The call came at 11:17 pm, but it was already 2:17 am in New York. Was this a wrong number? Or was someone pranking me? But my heart said otherwise. It was beating so fast. I stared at the screen for too long that when I was about to finally answer it, the call ended. But then my phone rang again
Day passed. After my interaction with Stephanie, I busied myself with the preparation for my incoming fashion show, and I didn’t hear anything from her, which was good. She was crazy. Did fame eat her? Or was she just after Arzhel? Speaking of Arzhel, I didn’t hear from him after we came back. We







