Where Broken Hearts Meet

Eugene's POV I leave my plate on the dining table and head for the library. Melissa never comes in here, so this is my safe place. She says, "It's just boring people who go to the library". Well, if that makes me a boring person, so be it. It has never been my goal to impress my sister with anything I do. I scroll through the books in the library until I come to my favourite section, Mystery. I always love the thrill that comes with not knowing what's going to happen next. You can make it more interesting for yourself if you start to wonder what is happening and what will happen. I take a few glances through the books on the shelves and

Eugene's POV The first thing I noticed when I stepped into the foyer was a family of three. A man, who I assumed was Dominic Crimson, father's good friend, was standing to the right whilst two women stood on the left side of him. The one I could tell was Clementine Crimson because my sister has her whole clothing line in her closets, and Melissa has shown me a few photo's of her to give me a heads up about the Crimsons'. The other woman was standing with her head bent down, but as I was looking at her, she lifted her head and looked into my eyes. She looked very much like Clementine and a little bit like Dominic, and then it hit me. Father never mentioned that the Crimsons' had a daughter! What have I gotten myself into? She looks like one of those girls who will follow me around the whole time. Still, that doesn't help the fact that we are staying with them for a few weeks! I'm goi

Rose's POVEugene took me to the seat next to Papa and drew the chair out, indicating I may be seated."Je vous remercie, Eugene.""Don't mention it."He gives me a forced smile before he walks to the seat opposite me. I know he is only putting on a show for his parents, but who am I kidding? I'm also putting on a show for my parents.It didn't take long for everyone to be seated. As soon as everyone was at the table, the waitresses started serving the starters. I could see the waitresses eyeing Eugene, but he didn't look at them even if they wanted him to. Well, it was nothing less than what I expected it from the cold heir. 

Early the following morning, I heard a knock on my door. Still struggling to wake up, I put on my bathrobe and walk to my locked door unlocking it. While opening, I could smell the oh so familiar perfume of Mama and looked up at her. She gave me a heartwarming smile, and I smiled back as nicely as I could because I could barely open my eyes. "May I come in?" She asks politely. "Sure." I step away from the opening of the door to give her some space to come into my room. Although she is as skinny as a broomstick, I still make way for her out of respect. She walks around my room and sits on one of the sofas. She folds her legs casually like she always does and looks up at me. Oh boy. I know that look. I'm so in trouble this time. I give her a sheepish grin as she opens her

Breakfast was long and uncomfortable. The maids kept on giggling like little girls whenever they would see Eugene or come near him. It's so annoying. It's not annoying because I like Eugene or anything; it's annoying because the giggling didn't stop for one second. Sure enough, it didn't disturb anyone else except me. Everyone was chatting and having a great time. Meanwhile, I was struggling to control my annoyance and confusion. And who else's fault could it be if it is not Eugene's? After breakfast, I went up to my room to cool down. I just needed a little time for myself. My bed looked welcoming with its softness, so I invited myself to lie down. My thoughts overwhelmed me. What was Eugene thinking? What was going through his mind when he did that? Was his intention only to scare me?  My