Mag-log inHANNAH’S POV:Maya’s eyes widened, half horrified, half impressed. “Good for you! But also, Hannah… oh God. People were there. Cameras. You know the tabloids will twist that, right?”“I don’t care,” I said quietly, though the truth was I cared more than I wanted to admit. The image of the guests’ shocked faces still replayed in my head especially Janet’s face, I was so surprised she didn’t run after Elijah.Where was she? And I just know she had a devious plan cooking up.Maya sat down beside me. “So what are you going to do now?”Lucas didn’t even let me answer. “We sue him. We press charges for harassment or defamation or something. This isn’t just about embarrassment, Maya. He’s been following her to the hospital, showing up at the office and now this this public circus. He’s not letting her go.”Maya frowned. “But suing him will make it even more public. You know that, right? The media will tear into your past, Hannah. The twins. Everything.”I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly d
HANNAH’S POV:THAT SAME NIGHT:As Elijah walked closer to me, with Lucas standing behind me I got more aggrevated than I had ever been. I was angry, I think I was about to cry. That was humiliating, and what did he expect his action to do? Make me run into his arms? Lord knows it was taking everything in me not to punch his darn face filled with emotions I didn’t even want to read.“Listen, Hannah…” As soon as my name escaped from his lips, I suddenly walked up to him and slapped him so hard, Lucas exclaimed and had to pull me back.“Are you crazy? After everything you and your family have done to me, you still decided to humiliate me, change the story about me from being the gracious designer who designed half of the guest’s dresses there to probably Elijah Martinez’s mistress or a sister who takes her sister’s boyfriend. Just one night after working tirelessly and you, decide to swoop in and make it about YOU.” I spoke angrily, unloosening myself from Lucas’ grip.Elijah clenched h
3RD POV:Elijah stepped in first wearing a black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt, no tie, just that deliberate rebellion that made him stand out. Janet followed beside him, her hand loosely looped through his arm, a practiced smile on her lips. She was dressed in a scarlet gown that clung to her body, hair cascading down her back in styled waves.The crowd buzzed instantly with murmurs, nods, admiration. They looked perfect. Too perfect.Lucas muttered, “Oh no… oh no, no, no don’t look.”But Hannah already had.Her heart clenched for some reason she couldn’t understand. Elijah’s gaze was already sweeping the crowd when it landed on her. For a heartbeat, everything the chatter, the music, the clinking glasses went silent in her ears as soon as their eyes locked.He froze too. His expression didn’t falter, but something behind his eyes shifted a flicker of recognition, guilt, longing, something unspoken. Janet noticed, of course she did. She stiffened, her smile faltering for a second
3RD POV:THREE DAYS LATER:The evening began with a whole lot of running around, glitters and Hannah’s quest for perfect. The house was alive with movement from the faint hum of the hairdryer, the scent of expensive perfume, and the sound of Lucas pacing down the hallway while humming a song under his breath. The twins were taking a nap after they have completed their home school classes, and it was so perfect for Hannah, who had a whole lot to be done without the kids interrupting. They had been a sleep for an hour and she knew they would be up any minute but she was just adding some finishing touches.Lucas smiled politely as Zina, who was both the hairstylist and a make up artist and a perfectionist, walked out and she politely nodded.“Have a beautiful evening sir.” She smiled at him and walked down the stairs.“Are you ready, diva?” he called, poking his head through the doorway of Hannah’s bedroom.“Almost,” she answered from behind the dressing screen. The silk of her gown wh
ELIJAH’S POV:I was so surprised that I could only chuckle and step back calling my driver to go get it and in less than ten minutes he was with it. I kept watching tensed that Hannah might return and yell at me.“You came back! And I smell the fries.” She said in a sing song voice with excitement and her face lit up like a child on Christmas Day.I laughed under my breath and placed the paper bag beside her. “Don’t tell your mom.”She giggled and took a huge bite, ketchup smearing the corner of her lip. She looked so much like Hannah that it made my chest ache. The same determined spark in her eyes, the same gentle stubbornness. I couldn’t stop staring.“What’s your name again?” she asked between bites, staring at me like she was douzy, and I knew she was not even going to remember tomorrow. “Elijah,” I answered softly, feeling strange saying it aloud.“Elijah,” she repeated thoughtfully, like she was trying the name on her tongue. “You look like Andrew. Are you friends with my mum?
ELIJAH’S POV:FEW DAYS LATER:“Calling me to go golfing on a weekday is so unlike you.” Jacob pointed out as soon as he saw me at a distance.I was in a black polo shirt as well as some black pants. While Jacob was grinning in white shirt and white shorts with Gucci glasses. He was flexing his club and staring at the field, while I just stared at him with amusement.He had no idea the reason behind my invitation and he was going to hate it even more.“If this was at night, I would have been way creeped out with the way you keep staring at me. So you can tell me what’s going? Why aren’t even we hitting holes?” He chuckled at the last question and it’s double meaning and I just rolled my eyes in a full circle.Just before I responded, both our father came from inside glasses of drinks in their hands laughing deeply, “I know you didn’t just call me to spend my afternoon with these insufferable men.” He spoke through his gritted teeth and stared at me through the corner of his eyes and I







