Butterfly.  No. Make it butterflies. Plural.  Not just one of them but she was sure that there are thousands of them fluttering in her stomach as she stands in front of the Walton Mansion, right at the outskirts of Austin, Texas. She was only inside of Clarke’s car as the huge gate, something that reminds her of Buckingham Palace was slowly opened and Clarke even greeted the guard near his post. She smiled. She was glad that Clarke was humble and unlike Matthew, he treated everyone, be it a maid or a cleaner or even a security guard equally. As he drove inside, her eyes were wide open as she gaze at the front yard of the Walton Mansion. It looks like a park. Grand, majestic park like the one in Downton Abbey. Trimmed bushes, roses grew around them, a pond with a gorgeous fountain that has a human sculpture in the middle that reminds her of the one she saw in a museum while on a holiday in Greece with her father back when she was 13. Water fl

El came early the next day. She sat at the corner of the cafe and ordered their signature hot cocoa while waiting for Christine. Casual floral dress and her hair tied in a ponytail, she sat there and continuously stirred her drinks as she awaits her sister. Why she bothered coming early or coming at all was beyond her. Christine was known to always be late for any meetings or gathering, insensitive to how people felt by that and always have nothing but irritating things to say. Her wanting to see Elizabeth is probably her plans to annoy her seeing she already knows about her engagement with Clarke. Good God! She must be pissed. Elizabeth never had the chance to tell her father nor she was able to tell the rest of the family since she was too busy strengthening the bond she has with Clarke. Sounds weird but the fact that they are officially engaged, it was important that she spends as much time as she can with him. To know him more and understand his personali

A/N : ‘’ <<  This is for flashbacks kay? Because I can’t seem to find the italic button to specify the flashbacks. Other than that, with the draft that I've prepared for this books, I will probably finish this series at the end of this month. I got some other projects to focus on so be alert and God bless.  Thanks 🙏🏼 Love, Diana ... "Would you like some tea, sweetheart? Or coffee?" The older lady told her. "I am fine, thank you. I'm sure I won't be long here. I'm only here to understand things from you and that's it. I have some errand to do later." She grin at El and sat across from her. "I'm not so sure you'll be able to complete your errands today. With what awaits you." El felt a cold wind brush her exposed back and the lady was making things harder for her even though she didn't even know what's the story was about. "I'm ready. I know I am." She grinned again as she replied. "Don't say I never war

A/N: Edited. Just a small confession, when I write my novel, I kinda don't keep notes of the character or time setting etc so there could be some mistakes that I am sure can be rectify soon. Your helps counts too. Thank you  Love, Diana. ... “Clarke? W..what are you doing here?” El ask him while being held by him with his arms around her waist Her back was leaning on his huge frame and El couldn’t help but be insanely happy just being able to see him after so long. Of course she didn’t show that to him so she tries to let her long hair covers her face by shaking her head softly. His hold on her tighten and he growl in his ear. “Ìlie mou, if I were you, I’ll shut that pretty lips of yours before it gets you into more trouble than it is.” The hair behind her neck stands straight and the warmth of his breath brought shivers down her spine. A moan almost escape her lips and she has to bit her lip to control herself. A movement

A/N: I'm sad. I should've uploaded this yesterday (now is 20/11/2020- 12.48am) since I haven't upload it a day before but due to getting too distracted by Rowan Atkinson, I missed the deadlines. Huhuhu. I'm so sorry guys. Here's a longer chapter for you. I think I'm ending this story by this month but no promises tho. I hate rushinga story and turn them into shit. We'll see how the story goes for now.Only 11 more chapters to go this month. Have a great time reading and God bless you always.Love, Diana...Droplets of warm water kisses her face as El stands in the middle of the shower space. She looks up, allowing the droplets to warm her whole body, keeping her mind and heart calm from whatever worries or things that have and may bother her.Her reflection on the glass door shows how skinny she has become following the month of separating with Clarke. It was not horrible but she can see her shoulder bone and how define her torso has become. Even her f