(Tara’s POV)
The big analog wall clock in the hospital lobby shows it was 2:45 in the afternoon already. Stella and I went on separate ways. She looked for someone to talk to in the information area to ask about Ivana’s condition while I went to the hospital ward where my sisters were. There were about fifteen patients in there, and with some curtains closed, it was hard to see them.
“Tara!” Gianna cried, running towards me.
I turned in her direction and hugged my sister.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” She said in between her sobs.
I moved back to look at her. I placed my palms on her cheeks. “Yes, I’m here. Where’s Ivana?” I asked, taking a glimpse at the direction where she came from.
“Uhm...” She swallowed. Instead of answering, she held my right hand, wiping her tears, while we walked towards the closed
(Tara’s POV)“Aunt Tara!” Sean ran to me, hugging me. I felt relief that I put down the coffee cup. “I miss you, Aunt Tara!” He said, jumping for me to carry him.My face flushed red, smiling at the little boy in front of me. “Me too, I miss you,” I said, pinching his cheeks lightly. I carried him and had him in my lap as I turned my face on my ‘cute Hector’ playing and singing Un Poco Loco.He was laughing as well when he finished singing. “Whew! That’s kinda embarrassing,” He said sheepishly. Perhaps without the makeup, I would see him flushing red.I could not hide my emotions at this moment. I was giggling, wiping my tears that kept on rolling my cheeks because of this overwhelming unidentified feeling.“I thought you’re in Bali,” I said, standing up, still carrying Sean in my arms.He took Sean in
(Blake’s POV)This may not be the costume I had in mind, but I was glad Samantha had thought of Coco as our costume to cheer up Tara. As for Sean, we have no idea if he was excited about wearing the outfit or seeing Tara again. But as soon as some people took our pictures when we entered the hospital, I was glad no one could recognize us from our get-up. I had to be in this looks to freely hold Tara’s hands on the street without worrying Paparazzi dragging her pictures in social media.I knew it was not a good idea to sit with John. I don’t need to do a little digging about him. I knew him to be the son of an influential family in this town, but not his relationship with Tara. She seemed to evade questions about him.“What do you like to eat?” I asked, giving her the menu card. I pretended to look busy scanning the list of dishes, but I could feel the tension between them.“Have you eaten?” She as
(Blake’s POV)“Samantha, what are these?” I shouted from my office.Her stiletto shoes made a ‘clang’ sound as she walked towards my office. She raised her brows and pursed her lips. She stood beside me, wrinkling her nose. “Do you need a detailed explanation, Blake?” She did not wait for my answer. She continued talking. “Those are the oil canvas painting you asked from Tara. She had them delivered the other day, and in front of you are four paintings carefully wrapped in a breathable sheet before placing it in a bubble wrapper and then...”“Samantha-” I growled at her. I know what I see. What I wanted to understand is why some delivery company, not her, delivered these paintings. Not seeing her for more than a week was torture for me. The time difference, the long meetings, and plant visits made it even difficult to call. I miss her so much. I called her yesterday as soon as I a
(Tara’s POV)“Did your dog just die, Tara?” Stella asked when she caught me staring blankly at my cellphone. She held two glasses of orange juice and gave the other glass to me, but I put it on the center table. She sat down on the floor, crossed her legs, then turned on her laptop.Slowly, I turned my red face to her, and my lips quivered. “Stella, how can I undo sending a message?” I asked with high hopes there was a way, already feeling wrong about my impulsiveness. Stress was already crawling in every vein of my body.She shrugged. “Why?” She asked, browsing her emails. Her eyes squinted on some spam emails and started deleting them.“I just told him I’m falling in love with him,” I sighed, almost crying.She squealed with joy, not because of what I had said, but with the message she read in her email, then she had her second look on me, raised her eyebrows. “Wha
(Tara’s POV)“Does he even love you, Tara?” Gianna’s question echoed in my mind as I looked outside the car window. Samantha saved my face from answering her son’s question, but it haunted my thoughts and heart.I have been quiet since then, and Samantha did not force any topic to talk about. While they waited for their luggage at the baggage reclaim area, I read my e-mails. I smiled at Stella’s message.“Come on, girl. I don’t have to email you my picture if you have Instagram. Just arrived and having a blast here. – Love, S.”She encouraged me to have my own social media account, but I remembered Emily telling me before how she got distracted when browsing her Facebook and Instagram. I only needed an e-mail for my work, and that would be it. I never wanted to complicate my life getting hooked with social media stuff. No one would be interested in my life anyway.My eyebr
(Tara’s POV) ‘What could go wrong?’ I remembered telling Stella. Everything! I raised my head to the man who called my name. The man who conquered every part of my brain and heart was standing in front of me, looking like a Greek god, wearing a white polo shirt and khaki shorts. I stood up, looking at him but trying to hide my anger. He walked towards me, and every step he made was making my heart crazy. I could imagine it trying to defeat my reasoning. There goes again my brain and my heart, having a silent argument that confuses me. “I thought you were in India,” I said, furrowing my forehead. He stopped walking. He was more or less a meter away from me. Blake shook his head. “I have a more urgent matter here,” He said, pursing his lips. “You did not reply to my message,” When I raised my brows, he continued. “I asked you ‘Why?’,” What does he mean he did not get my reply? Does this m
(Blake’s POV)“What happened, Blake?” Samantha was shocked when I brought Tara unconscious in my arms inside the house. Her mouth gaped open as she and Nana Shea stood up from the sofa. She moved, took her smartphone from her bag, but she stopped and trembled when she saw the blood in my arms.“God, Blake...” Her eyes just widened, stepped back, and tripped at the sofa, landing her bottom on the seat.“Doctor... ambulance... hospital...” I could not breathe, and I did not know what to do. “Sam!” I screamed at her when she just stared at me, making her jump from her seat. I could not believe I was crying, standing frozen in front of them. My heart has never been so terrified.“Blake! Samantha!” Nana Shea raised her voice. The two of us looked at her, and we were not breathing, or maybe just me.She took a deep breath and walked calmly towards me. She held Tara’s
(Blake’s POV)“You can come here, you know. It’s not nice listening to someone’s conversation,” Tara said, putting her cellphone beside her. She turned around in my direction to tell me that she was talking about me.My face turned red, feeling embarrassed and childish of listening to her conversation. My feet were stuck on the floor, and I could not move because, for one, I was scared to face Tara, and second, I was ashamed about everything that had happened today.“If you just stand there, you can close the door so that I can concentrate on my work,” She instructed but did not bother looking at me. She took her palette and started doing her magic with colors.I took a deep breath and gathered all the courage I had to face her. She scared me more than my Dad and my tough competitors. I slid the door slowly and started walking towards her. She pointed to the chair, maybe five feet away from her, w