LOGINTheodore.
I heard her before I saw her, she had a habit of greeting loudly, it wasn't a bad one, it brightened up people's days like it did mine even though it wasn't directed at me.The outer door clicked open and closed again, then her voice pitched at a higher register she used when she'd already decided to be annoyed with me before she even walked in."He's outside right now," she said, tossing her coat on the couch before dropping into the chair across from myTheo The moment I shut her door, everything I shouldn't want and should be avoiding came rushing, crashing against my resolve. My blood boiled hot. My skin prickled from the heat, it didn't matter that her door was cold to touch, my body could combust. I tore down the knot of my tie in anticipation of a rush of oxygen. It didn't do shit. Only the woman on the other side of the door could sate me, only she could quench this thirst and dounce me in her cold water. If I continued staying by her door, I risked losing my common sense and bursting through her door to drink as much of her as she permitted me. I pressed my back against her door, letting every movement of her dress, the soft fall of her bare feet on the floor of the room drive me. For goodness sake, seeing her bare feet did something to me, it felt like she
Bella I pulled the zip up but my hands had given up on me.How could I have forgotten that the kind staff at the boutique was the one that zipped me up back when I tried the dress.And for goodness sake, who makes a zip so low?Not everyone has a significant other or a companion to help with zips.My sister was wherever the heck she was, Cassie has been mia with this new man of hers and my husband isn't exactly my husband.“Gosh!” I grunted, dropping my hands in surrender. My arms cramped from how long I've tried to zip up.I moved my eyes to the hopeless hanger I'd tried to use after watching a couple Pinterest hacks.My hands refused to stay steady, my mind refused to shut up.I threw my head back, rolling my neck to ease the cramp in it.“You need help?” Theo's smooth, deep voice cut through my misery. I jumped at the sound and spun around, clutching my dress at the back in an attempt
Bella Theo stayed by my side, moved most of his office work to his home office. He didn't have to say so but I knew he was home because of the portrait. Looking back now, I couldn't have done it without him. How on earth was I to know that his mother usually used a powder blue shade for her shadow effect or the thought behind the many colors on the canvas. God. The way Theo got lost in another world when he talked about his mother. He didn't yet admit it but all the fond memories were funding their way back to him. He's stayed by my side, rendering whatever little hep he had to offer until it got hard for him to stay by my side. Finishing his own side of the painting was a breeze because he was right there, I could paint in the gold flecks of his eyes or the careless, devastating way his hair fell across his eyes, the little dusting of freckles on his nose, the way his mouth c
71: THEODORE“is there a reason you’ve been sulking since you got here?” Sergei asked, setting down to lift the other end of the large wooden slab.I slanted him a gaze and lifted the other end.He grunted as he lifted.We carried the large wood over to the garden area of Valley old people’s home. It was third one Sergei and I had assembled and the throb in my shoulder where the slab rested was atiny fleck in comparison to what haunted my mind.Sweat dripped down my back as we hauled down the slab within the braces of the wooden legs it would rest on to form a complete table. The slab barely crashed its weight within the braces, the edge of it nearly fell off, my wrist twisted, saving the edge of the slab from falling and inched it into position. “for goodness sake man! What is wrong with you?” he grabbed my wrist.I snatched my hand from him and twisted my wrist. “it’s nothing.”He stalled behind me for a second before coming along to join me lift the last slab. I watched him from t
Theo I looked from her to the easel, every fiber of my being wanted me to hide again, assume ignorance and remain angry, to shut down anything that would trigger a memory but my cowardice made me alike with my father, the only difference was that I didn't light the fire. I took in the content on the canvas, line by line and the more I looked, the blurrer my vision became as realization dawned on me. I numbly moved forward, my fingers touched the canvas lightly, what this piece was about, what my mother had obsessed about during her last moments, the one piece my father could not touch and standing there staring at it, incomplete yet I understood immediately why it was spared. It was spared because I was my mother's last piece. My tears dropped freely now, a mix of nostalgia and grief tightened my chest. I groaned out, leaning slightly, holding on to the easel for support, the pain of loss carve
Theo It was my turn to stand up and storm off but she shocked me with how swift she moved, keeping me in place, her small hands gripping my arms, fingers digging into my flesh. “Hear me out first.” She urged softly. But I didn't want to, just the mere thought of it made my skin crawl. “Bella you have no business doing that. You have no business with the charity. That charity is dead.” Gall spilled over my tongue. “Perhaps your mother wanted you to keep it alive even in her absence.” I jammed my teeth together. “And you know that how? Is that what someone else told you, or did you hear it from my mother?” Her hands moved up and down the length of my arm, the calmness it brought me threatened my resolve. She glanced at the easel then back at me “When I received that portrait, I knew you had to see it for yourself.” She smiled at my rigid face. God. Whenever she smiled at me, trumpets went off and she doesn't smile at me often , not like I deserved it. “In fact,” s
Theo Father’s glass didn't quite make it to his lips, his eyes traced my gaze to where Harper stood with my wife. Her arms are folded in front of her. “You'll bore a hole.” I glared at my father. “I'll burn down everything if need be.” He cleared his throat. “You better keep that jealousy of yo
Everyone was playing with me.They always did, not once has there ever been a time anyone took me seriously or cared for what I had to say. It was always I'm sure Mira wouldn't mind.All this was fishy, how was everyone fine with me marrying my sister's fiance.I wanted to flee from this sham and d
I wasn't one to be jittery.My palms were sweaty, my nerves were getting the better of me but all that ceased as the large hall door opened and the bride stepped in with her father.I watched closely as she walked further.I made the call, but the only way to know if it worked was to see the bride,
I was supposed to accompany my sister, walk her down the aisle, and be her bridesmaid.What I was not supposed to be doing was wearing her dress and walking down the aisle perched on my father's arm to be wedded to the same man my sister was supposed to marry.“Keep smiling Mirabella.” My father hi







