Louisa roosted beneath the silhouette of a coconut tree admiring the human concentrated Waikiki beach. Her flamboyant entirety was buried in an equally striking yellow gown festoon with navy flowers.
Her face was in a thick frown, successfully hidden beneath an enormous pair of sunshades, as she woke up to an apology call from Mr. Rudolph on behalf of his architect.
Power red. she was supposed to be discernible and tolerant. Wasn't that the point of the shade?
A gush of wind blew through her dress and almost hooking her straw knitted hat off her excuse of braided hair. With a firm hand support, Louisa attempted to stare at the sun, an act which wasn't a tidbit successful, then back to the human suffocated shore.
If she wasn't on for a business trip, she would've certainly joined her mates in basking beneath the sun's soothing rays and the chilly wind's agreeable paws. Louisa glanced at her watch which read six minutes into nine. With her hotel room at the proximity and a mindset that the architect wasn't going to arrive until noon--considering Mr. Rudolph's report--Louisa developed second thoughts on making a self productive U-turn when her phone chimed.
"We are very much fortunate, my dear Louisa, the architect just arrived. If you don't mind joining us at the beach house right now."
"Right away."
With her ingenuity mashed into unretrievable pieces, Louisa clobbered through the sandy environs into her car. If she must add, the so-called architect already seemed to be the most incompetent and unserious person she'd ever worked with starting from arriving twenty-four hours late to crushing her intends even before she finished planning it. Even though on the professional side of the story, she had no right to complain.
When she parked her car opposite the palm tree-lined house, Louisa pursued her journey onto the concrete paved blocks which led to the beach house. At first sight, she realized that her imagination did the house no justice. Instead of an old rejected tattered home suffocated in the grips of a variety of wild Hawaiian bushes, trees, and flowers was a peaceful bungalow with its bushes already molded to perfection. The ceiling to floor semi-oval windows, even though painted in dust and shattered, still gave the house a sense of magnificence.
The rusty magenta-purple slated rooftop had a handful of its slates deprived of a refill.
"There you are, my dear," Mr. Rudolph alarmed, "how was your rest?" The lean man with a lanky face dotted with two creased grey eyes, an aquiline nose, and lips as thin as weeping willow leaves just as she remembered, wrapped his delicate arm around her shoulders. She silently congratulated him for saving his bills and face from the grips of aesthetic plastic surgery and botox.
"Peaceful."
"That's great. I must admit, my dear, you've grown up to an alluring woman," he commented, the creases spreading out of his eyes intensifying. "Come with me so I show you around. My apologies for the delay concerning the blueprints. I must confess, I informed Norton, who earlier told me about this architectural engineer friend of his, about this project pretty late. Relindiss, who isn't here yet, due to little delays, prayed I call you as soon as feasible. You know how she is; she assembles equipment before concluding,"
Louisa lurked around a portrait, on the living room wall of crevices, which caught her attention. It was of a sturdy man with a surprisingly similar nose to that of Mr. Rudolph. If nature favored him as seen from the portrait, mid-thirties should be a better judgment of his mustached face. His erect posture in a dark blue uniform was ornamented with a dozen medals on his breast pocket, and golden star imprinted epaulets. The picture was taken in front of the beach house during its times of beauty.
"He was a very close friend of mine," he loomed behind her like an Eiffel Tower, "lieutenant Bolt. He sold this place to me before departing this cruel world."
"He left no family behind?" The words left her mouth before realizing her intrusion into their friendship.
"Sadly, no. He died still trying to pave his bridge to starting a family with this girl he met in Alaska. He offered this place to me when he discovered I was in search of a leisure home. He didn't expect a dime from me which didn't sit well with me. Long story short, he had a fatal accident in which his leg got amputated, and lost his life a week later. That is where I returned his generous favor, even though the expenditures for his burial still didn't meet up to half of what he's offered me."
"Oh, tragic." That was all she was able to mutter before distilled silence cloaked them. "Can we proceed with the tour?"
"Sure," he took his left, "this right here is my wife's favorite spot."
It was an immense kitchen that captured a magnificent view of the Waikiki beach. The sand's warmth would unmistakably be promising in the kaleidoscopic evenings and setting sun. Lucky was lieutenant Bolt and even more lucky was Mr. Rudolph for owning a gem as such.
"The sight is awesome."
"That's a competitive reason why my wife loves this place; cooking while staring at the beach? I should look forward to being anorexic," he snickered, Louisa followed cue. "Days might come when she will choose the sight over cooking."
"Hello!" A typical voice intervened their moment. "Any soul in here?"
"That should be Norton," he whispered, "In the kitchen."
"Dad," he greeted, "Louisa, nice to see you again," his lip broke into a conventional shy smile, his neatly clipped raven black hair that contradicted his sharp green eyes, thin lips, and pointed nose formed the entourage of his oblong babyface.
"Where is your friend?"
"Hello," the voice followed cue.
Like an unexpected slap in the face, the temperature in the enormous kitchen suddenly plunged to at least ten degrees at the audibility of the voice which stirred the omelet she had forcefully ingested that morning. His beam arose a turmoil of feelings she never knew she enclosed.
Tolerate.
His unbelievably gorgeous build and sharp jawbones virtually failed to freeze her carotid artery. The past five years had taken a constructive toll on him she must confess.
"Mr. Donovan, right?" Mason nodded, his sickening beam not departing his lips. "Meet my daughter and professional interior designer, Louisa Woods,"
At the mention of her name, Mason metamorphosed into a frozen mess. His smile abruptly constricted and his eyes restrictedly dilated as if he needed proper confirmation of the visage which owned the name.
As if reading his mind, Louisa plucked her shades before disparagingly extending a hand to him.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Donovan," she taunted, her countenance dramatizing the contrary.
Mason who was shock-struck manageably thawed a portion of his daze by receiving her dainty fingers, "Nice to meet you...again,"
"You both have met before?" Norton quickly pointed out.
Mason's mouth opened but Louisa's snappy reply beat him back from it, "Yes. A similar encounter, five years ago." Her lips relaxed to an inch twitch as her hunting smoldering gaze graced her face.
She was trying to pass a message no doubt.
Mason withdrew his hand from the grasp of she who wasn't at all recognizable. His scrutiny detected a foreign aura; an unwelcoming and unforgiving one at that.
"That's great!" Mr. Rudolph exclaimed, "that'll make things a lot easier. So, young man, where are the blueprints?"
"Right here, sir," he retrieved the blueprints from his underarm and spread them on an excuse of a kitchen island. His muscles twitched on each move beneath his arm fitting turquoise shirt urging her to touch. "I designed three in total, including the soft copy which I sent to your son,"
"I reviewed it," Mr. Rudolph confirmed.
"Great! So...here, A, B, and C. A corresponds to the soft copy. Norton informed me you wished for a bigger study; blueprint A says we will have to demolish a portion of the guest room A and build a porch which will permit you to have a better view of the beach," his eyes met Louisa's as if asking for her approval instead of Mr. Rudolph's who was lightly bobbing his head.
"As observed in the original plan, there seems to be a compartment which is nonexistent," he pointed it out, "I suggest we replenish the guest room A since it's just abreast it. The only problem we have here is this path separating them."
"Oh, where does the path lead to?" Mr. Rudolph asked.
"Nowhere in particular. I guess it was made to simply detach the guestroom from it. The prime inhabitants must have really wanted it private for some reasons,"
"What about we make a tour together?" Mr. Rudolph suggested. "Louisa and I already started while we awaited your arrival."
Mason nodded, leaving Mr. Rudolph and Norton to lead the way before following behind Louisa with an unsteady heartbeat.
"Who missed me?" Another voice froze the quadruples in motion as their heads snapped to the intruder. "Was I this unexpected?" He sneered. "Longtime no see dad, Norton, and my dearest Louisa," he kissed the back of her hand which she quickly rescinded in disgust concurrently earning a distracting growl from the ungreeted.
Her gut bubbled to question the reason for his return for as far as she knew, he wasn't supposed to be in town until seven months.
"I'm Mason, the architect," he self-introduced extending his hand with a pretentious cheer.
"I'm Adrian," he egotistically straightened his grey suit instead, causing Mason to recoil his fingers, "your supervisor."
It was a silent ride to school so far. Neither Petra nor Gianna seemed to be in the mood for a dispute and Louisa was very much happy and okay with that. The last thing she needed was to drive to work with a thumping head as the routine had it which is why she preferred Mason to drive the kids to school. He knew the tricks which never worked when she tried. He wasn't going to be in town until two days and she missed him dearly. Louisa and Mason, a year before their wedding, were lucky enough to purchase three hectares of land in their dream town—Philipstown. They'd taken out time to visit it after their contract in renovating a retired baseball player's home— Joey Duran—was over. They'd fallen in love with the serenity of the little town, its adorable boutiques, and classic restaurants. Louisa had most especially fallen in love with Cold Spring Harbor. It's greenish-blue glimmering water at day and different hues of orange and yellow at dusk due to the reflection of the setting sun.
"Before you all present here, most especially Mr. Frederick Woods, I, Mason Donovan plead to have your blessings and to let go off your daughter, Louisa Ariana Woods to the realm of my love, care, and affection. I do not want to make empty promises but I give you my word that I'll give her all that I've got." He turned to Louisa, took a step back, and gradually went down on a knee."It's been a short, yet a long time since we've known each other, Lou, and during all this time I've learned so many things about you and with you. You might think this is too early but I don't. I have made up my mind," he fished out a blue velvet ring case from his pocket."To spend the rest of my life with you," he opened the box to a shimmery diamond ring. "Louisa," he called. "Will you marry me?"Louisa covered her mouth with a palm as the tears which had built up during his little speech finally rained."Say it!" Doris yelled from the crowd."Yes, say Yes, Lou," Elizabeth added.Soon enough, all the wom
Everything went on successfully. It was indeed true that happiness originated from a peaceful mind, an entourage of sincere positive energy from family, friends, and even strangers. Everyone's face dazzled with smiles and laughter as plates and dishes were passed from one to another. The atmosphere was inundated with chatters about everything and anything.What more could one ask for? Zaphrina was barely thirty seconds into her meal when she noticed Ace's absence. She could swear he was present during grace but now where was he at? "Bread?" Louisa who was sitting beside her asked with a basket of buns. At the latter's sight of worry in Zaphrina's countenance, she asked, "what is it?" Zaphrina vacated her chair. "I'll be back, permit me."It was in the boy's room, after adventuring in the playroom, that the young mother found her boy crying at an idle corner, his head bent to his knees. "Ace, what is wrong, my baby?" She rushed to h
YOUNG BEARDED GANG HQ. "Relax, man," Marley reassured Mason by tapping his shoulder, "you're as stiff as a corpse." The latter hadn't realized that, in fact, he seemed to not have known what was going on as he walked into the company of other bearded gangs of the family with Marley looking all happy-panky and friendly. Like nothing ever transpired.He would've thought so if the plastered cut on his jaw didn't sting so bad. The dude had quite a fist, he had to admit. "Gentlemen, I present to you an aspiring new member of the gang, Mason Donovan." The room which was filled with a dozen and three more men turned dead as fifteen pairs of eyes glued their way.The room was a typical men's garden with a bar growing a variety of liquor, a billiard table, flat-screen TV, beer fridge, and much more his eyes hadn't landed on yet. "What happened to your face, dude?" A tall man resting his feet on a coffee table asked. His low cut, exposing his scalp, made him look younger than his age could
Gianna had fallen asleep in the middle of a story that her father narrated. A kiss and a good night wish crowned the event. Mason strode to Louisa's room afterward, the latter was changing into a tempting shimmering dark red silky nightdress. She flew her hair out of the dress's trapping neckline in a way that was not only alluring but dick-breaking. He stood there staring in awe. "Is she asleep already?" "Uh...yeah." He broke out of his daze and began discarding his clothes. A warm shower and a lower body cover—boxers—entitled him to the bed right next to Louisa. She laid her head on his chest, closed her eyes, and listened to the quietness of the room then to the melody of his heartbeat. "How did your visit go?" He played with her hair. "Great. She's growing strong." "Yeah, I noticed that too. It's a good thing." "What about work, how did it go?" It was rare that they worked on Saturdays and when they did, it usua
The proper introduction of Gianna to Ruth went smoothly, joyfully, and amicably. To Louisa's surprise, Gianna enjoyed the visit to the extent of not wanting to return home. The little girl stuffed herself with Ruth's pastries and sumptuous meals so much that it was almost impossible for her to walk. Louisa at some point had second thoughts on going even though joining the duo was her idea. The fear was due to the first impression she made of herself in front of Ruth a few months back. The twists and turns of life. But luckily for her, the lady was receiving and behaved like nothing out of place ever occurred between them. "She's fast asleep," Mason commented after a glance at the rearview mirror. Louisa swiftly turned. "I'm afraid we'll never hear the end of Grandma Ruth's apple pie."That was all Gianna chanted halfway through their journey before falling asleep. "She reminds me of Ava. She too loves my mum's apple pie." "I