Hello guys, Angela was looking over Esmeralda's pink room. And she'll discover more about Esmeralda. Join us in seeking the truth.
"I wanted to marry you at any time," Fredrick had said automatically. "Oh really? Can we marry now? " Angela said it firmly. "That's impossible," Fredrick said, confused. "That's not what I wanted to hear from you, Fredrick," Angela said. "What I wanted to know is why you're marrying me." Fredrick was deafeningly quiet. He fixed his gaze on Angela. "Because I like women with your wit and calmness," he explained. "What you wanted was a TV anchorwoman or a TV broadcaster, not a wife," Angela stated flatly. "I should put the two paintings in your car. " "You have to be in a relationship before discussing marriage," Leonardo interjected. Fredrick responded, "Please, let’s get into another level of a relationship, Angela. I want to get to know you better. " "You're making me feel out of place," Leonardo said. "You can discuss that later." Leonardo is right." Fredrick smiles at Angela. "Always remember that three is a crowd. Maybe we can talk about your other painting, Leonardo. C
Angela spent another sleepless night in the pink room after dinner at Red Elephant Restaurant. And Lara's enraged gaze that was fixed on her was troubling. Leonardo's decisions were centered on her, including his command. "Find Esmeralda's killers." Leonardo's voice was constantly reverberating in her head. And no matter how hard she tried to push it away to think about it later, it popped up now and then. So, at ten p.m., she decided to take a breather outside the house. It was a cold night outside in the swing. Angela, on the other hand, was unconcerned. She wished to wash away the events of the restaurant. Leonardo's disparaging remarks about Lara and Lara's uncontrollable sarcasm about her are a silent war for her against Lara. But the hardest of Leonardo's statements to Angela that night was when he said, "No, it's not just an ordinary statement, it sounds more like a command. "Find Esmeralda's killer." Angela leaned against the swing's back support to think about what Leonardo h
Angela could feel her adrenaline pumping. She couldn't wait to get her hands on Esmeralda's diary. Leonardo was correct; Esmeralda's diary would provide answers to all of their questions. She'd gone through every drawer and cupboard in the pink room, but the diary was nowhere to be found. She decided to visit the orchards after an hour of futile investigation. "Esmeralda, where did you put it?" She said quietly as the cold wind touched her cheek. She was standing beneath the fruitful trees, looking up at the pink room, with a portion of the window open. She was reminded of Lara's pale face as she gazed at Esmeralda's pink room. Was she capable of assassinating Esmeralda? Angela pondered. But the way she reacted to Esmeralda was both meek and fearful. Esmeralda frightened her. And Leonardo's conviction that Esmeralda had been murdered blew up everything, including her thoughts. And yes, Angela concluded, Lara had every reason to kill Esmeralda because of their rivalry. That's why she w
The sound of the running water from the faucet filled the air late that night. Everyone was in their room as Angela washed her bleeding finger, cut by the razor-sharp knife she found in the cupboard drawer in the pink room. Angela wondered what that knife was doing in the drawer. Although it was only 4 inches long, its sharpness was capable of killing. What are you doing in the cupboard? Angela pondered. She then placed the knife on the table and stared at it for a while."Someone was keeping you inside the room for a purpose," Angela concluded. "You’re a kitchen knife and you should stay here in the kitchen and not in the drawer of a young lady."The next day, early in the morning, Angela was the first in the kitchen. She was having a hot coffee when Mrs. Vera entered. "Would you like me to prepare coffee for you, Mrs. Vera?""Yes, please, Angela. And thank you, "Mrs. Vera took the chair facing the living room." "You’re too early." Did my son bother you to wake up so early? ""No, I j
The art exhibit was attended by everyone in Vera Mansion. Mrs. Vera was in her golden yellow straight-cut gown. She looked stunning in it, even at her age. And Mrs. Gale was happy in her navy-blue dress. The atmosphere of the mansion was a bit gay. Leonardo was acting normal lately. Only Lara was bragging every day about Leonardo’s distance from her. It was already seven in the morning, and at ten o’clock was the event’s opening. Lara was on the phone with Fredrick, who was asking her to go ahead with the rest. And she was forced to fly fast ahead before Leonardo and the rest. After a few moments, Leonardo came out into the living room in his tuxedo and silver cane. "Is Angela here?" "Not yet, Leonardo," Mrs. Vera answered. "You look handsome in that tuxedo I bought for you from Paris, my son." She smiled. "Angela!" Leonardo called out. "I’m coming!" Angela had almost fallen on the floor as she ran from the corridor to his room. "Ups, sorry. It’s my first time in a body-fit long go
They drove home in silence, and Angela was unable to discuss what caused Leonardo to become enraged and pull them from the venue. She wasn't in the right place to inquire as to what had occurred. Only Mrs. Vera had inquired."Is it still early to go home, Leonardo?" Mrs. Vera wondered if anything was wrong."I'm not feeling well, mom." Leonardo cut her off and remained silent.Leonardo went straight to his room and requested a bottle of wine from Angela. Angela wanted to oppose, but she knew something was boiling inside Leonardo's heart and mind, so she let it flow. Leonardo drank quietly in the corner of the room, crossing his legs on the floor.And Angela decided to sit at the edge of the bed near the door. She kept staring at Leonardo silently, afraid to say a word that might rile his temper."Traitor," Leonardo murmured."Who?" Angela asked."I couldn’t believe they could do that to me." Leonardo groaned, "Trying to scam the art exhibit was unbelievably unacceptable to me. He’s my
The path up the cliff was steep and rocky beneath the dense forest and bushes. The unpassed path was also dangerous for Leonardo, who was blind. He was determined, however, to touch the ground where Esmeralda had died a long time ago. "It's too difficult to pursue the location, Leonardo," but Leonardo was not returning. Angela slid and fell to the ground a few meters away from the spot."Ouch!" Angela cried as she placed her hand on the ground to keep herself from slamming her entire body."Angela!" Leonardo screamed, concerned. "What's going on?""I slipped and fell," Angela explained in pain, "but I'm fine now.""Did you injure yourself?""I got a cut on my palm, but I'm fine.""Are you sure?""Certainly."Leonardo didn't realize that Angela's palm was bleeding and she was simply gripping it tightly to control the blood flow. Leonardo told her to look up at the veranda behind his studio and estimate the exact spot on the ground where Esmeralda's body had been broken and twisted as t
Leonardo remained silent after hearing Angela's confession. "How come you hit him with a rock?" "He wanted to rape me," Angela recalled, shaking her head. Leonardo gritted his teeth as he listened to Angela's story. She was certain she had killed Fredrick, but she needed to be certain. So, she asked Leonardo for permission to return to the cliff. But Leonardo had decided to accompany her. The ground where Fredrick was bloodily lying was wet from the rain, and he was nowhere to be found. Angela was tortured by not knowing what happened to Fredrick. Did he survive, or was he discovered and brought to a hospital? She reflected. They did not stay on the cliff for long. Angela was too nervous, so Leonardo let her go to her room early. But Angela couldn't sleep. She spent the entire afternoon calling all of the hospitals in the city using the directory, but she couldn't find Fredrick. And they still don't know what happened to him the next day. Angela dialed Fredrick's number, but no one