We stayed with Drew that night and left early in the morning. As soon as we got home I went straight to bed, I was really exhausted.I was about to close my eyes to slump into a deep sleep. I was on the brink of exhaustion, my body yearning for rest.Every part of my muscle ached, my eyelids were heavy with fatigue. Then the insistent ringing of my phone jolted me awake. I groaned, as I reached for my phone and squinted at the caller ID. It was Evie."Hey," I said in a tired voice, trying to sound as alert as possible. "I haven't heard from Drew since he dropped me off last night after our date," she said in a worried tone."I'm sorry, Evie. I probably should have called you earlier," I replied, my voice more composed now."You're scaring me, Brielle. What happened??" she asked frantically, her voice full of concern."Drew was in an accident," I said and paused, waiting for her reaction. I could hear her gasp in shock, and her breathing became shallow."Thankfully, it wasn't fatal,
I was taken aback by what he said. "In, in town?" I stammered, feeling a mix of confusion and excitement."I don't understand Brielle, I told you two weeks ago I was going to be in New York for my new deal I just sealed," he said, sounding equally confused.It was then that it dawned on me - I had totally forgotten. He had said he would be here in two weeks, but my mind had been so preoccupied with my new store that I had completely forgotten."Yeah...you did," I said, sounding surprised."You don't sound like you're happy to hear I'm in town Brielle," he said, his thick Spanish accent overly obvious. "Mi amor, it's not that. Just that I wish you had reminded me. You know I've been really occupied with my new store, I wanted it to be ready before you got here and now you're already in town," I said, trying to sound sad."I understand, Brielle. I'm sorry for not reminding you, I thought two weeks was enough time," he said apologetically."It's okay, Antonio. I'm just glad you're here
I left the room almost immediately Drew pecked Evie's hand. I couldn't bear it, they didn't notice me step out.I went to the water dispenser in the hospital and took a drink. My head was banging, thoughts of Ignacio, thoughts of Evie being with Drew, everything kept playing on replay in my head.As I reached for my phone, I noticed a vibration emanating from it. Glancing down, I saw that it was a message from my interior designer. "I regret to inform you that I'll be occupied tomorrow and won't be available for some time," the text read.I sighed, feeling a twinge of disappointment. I had been counting on her assistance to set up my new store before my husband Ignacio arrived in town. He had always been eager to see my designs, and I knew he wouldn't be satisfied until he saw the finished product.I felt frustrated by my interior designer's sudden absence. It seemed like she was abandoning me just when I needed her the most. I wondered what had prompted her to cancel our plans and
I woke up the next morning with a heavy yawn, my eyes still adjusting to the brightness of the new day. It was the start of a busy day for me, and I had to get ready for an appointment with Cullen's PA at the site for our latest project. I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and picked up my phone to call my interior designer."Hey, it's Brielle. Just wanted to confirm if you were still coming over today?" I asked, hoping for a positive response."Of course, Brielle. I wouldn't miss it for the world. What time should I be there?" my interior designer replied."10 am, sharp. We have a lot to do today," I said, feeling relieved that she was still on board.After the call, I made my way to the shower, taking my time to enjoy the warmth of the water on my skin. I let the water wash away the remaining drowsiness from my body, and I felt refreshed and rejuvenated.Once I was done showering, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my body. I went to my closet and picked out an
I arrived at the supermarket and decided to purchase ingredients for a comforting bowl of chicken noodle soup. It was a classic dish frequently prepared for individuals on the mend. I perused the aisles, carefully selecting each ingredient necessary to prepare the perfect chicken noodle soup. I selected plump carrots, fresh celery, and flavorful onions, envisioning the perfect balance of aromas and flavors in my soup. Next, I carefully examined the dried pasta options, opting for the smooth and tender texture of chicken noodles. Finally, I made my way to the spices section, selecting just the right amount of fragrant thyme and bay leaves to add depth to my soup's flavor. With each ingredient carefully chosen, I was confident that my chicken noodle soup would be nothing short of perfection.In addition to the essential vegetables and spices, I picked up some fresh chicken and a jar of mayonnaise to use as a marinade.With a light chuckle, I acknowledged the challenge that lay ahead
"Well, it seems like you missed an ingredient," she said calmly, "but don't worry. I've already called the supermarket, and they'll have it delivered in just a few minutes."I let out a sigh of relief and gratitude. "Thank you so much, Carla. Your help means a lot," I replied, feeling grateful.I then went on ahead to make my chicken soup with the other ingredients that I had available before the other one arrived.I started by dicing the onions, careful not to cut too close to my fingers. The pungent aroma filled the air, and I teared up a little. Next, I peeled and chopped the carrots into small pieces, and sliced the celery into thin rounds. As I worked, I thought about how much I loved this process of chopping and preparing vegetables - there was something soothing and almost meditative about it.After the vegetables were prepped, I heated up some olive oil in a large pot, and added the onions, stirring them until they were translucent. I then added the carrots and celery and le
As I stepped out of the kitchen with Drew's soup, I saw Cullen's driver waiting by the door. With a reassuring smile, I approached him and said, "Don't worry, I'll drive myself to the hospital."He seemed hesitant and said, "But Miss, Mr. Cullen specifically instructed me to drive you there."I shook my head and replied, "I appreciate your concern, but I'll be fine. Tell Cullen I insisted."The driver nodded and stepped aside, allowing me to pass. With the soup in one hand and the car keys in the other, I made my way to the garage and drove off to the hospital. As I parked my car and stepped out, I noticed some individuals in the parking lot were staring at me. It seemed as though they were questioning my fit, giving me a disapproving "why are you dressed up like a gangsta" look. However, their gazes didn't bother me in the slightest. In fact, I welcomed the attention and was perfectly at ease with it, leaving them to deal with their own perceptions.As I made my way into the hospi
Drew's hospital room opened and a tall lady walked in with her head down looking inside her bag,"Hey Drew, I forgot my charger." She said as she looked up "Oh, so sorry. I didn't know you had a visitor" "It's, it's fine.. I was just about to leave" I said as I stood up but Drew held my hands."Uh.. I'm Drew's sister. Natasha," she said smiling and gesturing a hand towards me "I think we met the other day with that friend of yours, what's her name again.."I took her hand and replied "Evie, her name's Evie" I said. "Yeahh! Evie, how is she?" Drew's sister asked "Fine, she's fine" I said as I sat back on Drew's bedside."You don't have to go, I just came to pick up my charger. I was long gone and just realized I left my charger here l, so have fun… take care of him for me. He's all I got" she said smiling as she left the room.I turned to face Drew. He gave a funny look like he didn't do anything.I watched Drew's sister leave and turned back to him, feeling a bit uncomfortable with