Sighing in relief, Pidge said, "I'm gonna call you later..." The moment she declined the line, she turned to open the locked car.Winter had given her the bobby pin and taught her how to open the lock using the pin.She tried many times as she inserted the pin into the lock of the car but failed.Dialling the number of Winter she waited for her to answer."Hello, Winter?" "How do I open the lock?" she asked in whispered tones.She did as per Winter guided her...Finally, the lock of the car was open.Pidge sneaked in the car and tried to find the ring under the seats. When she kept on looking crouching down in the car, her fingers roaming around under the seat of the car.She didn't found the ring but felt heartbroken.What is it like to know that the person you love with all your heart gives you a very special thing and you being the careless one, lost it?Anxiety took over her heart when a tear rolled down her che

Dylan reached to the bakery...his fashion sense was her favourite.The way he dressed as if he was some sort of a magazine model.No doubt the man was rich and handsome.Any girl could drool over him...guess she was one lucky brat.Pidge walked to him as she kissed him. The three girls smiled at their soft romance."How are you, baby?" he asked softly and she answered, "Fine. You?""Perfect...I had the perfect last night..." his whispers were low."Okay, love birds. Enough with the whispering," Winter said in a taunting tone."What's with the long face, Winter?" Dylan asked walking forward, his hand grabbing the waist of his girlfriend."Oh, it's too much Winter..." Rosina interrupted."And yet she is heated up..." Lia completed the sentence.Winter pursed her lips in a thin line speaking up, "You can have all the romance in the world...she might not be able to meet you in a few days..."Dylan narrowed his dark eyebro

Dylan reached to the bakery where he saw the girls were sitting idle, all of their faces sad."Pidge?" he looked around then to the girls."She is gone..." Winter stated impassively.He rushed out of the bakery looking around just to find her.Dialling her number, he waited for her to answer.Dylan was getting insane...both of his hands tight on his head."Pidge!" he yelled before getting on his knees.A bleak, thin wind it was, like a fine sour wine, searching the marrow and bringing no bloom to the cheek.Pidge knew the moment she started to cry, she was alone. She cried slowly, with tears dripping down her temples and the soft hum of her own voice echoing throughout the room. She knew she existed and breathed. It was as simple and beautiful as the strumming of a guitar. Yet, she meant nothing to anyone. She was alone, sinking deeper and deeper within her own music.The rest of the world could be seen, drifting farther and farther away

"You don't have to continue being a baker in my bakery..." Mrs Willow quietly sipped the coffee."I want to...""Mrs Willow, you started with me. I was the only person when the bakery got opened. And now that we have reached this far...I don't want to make my energy wasted."I may not be the original owner of it...but deep down, I love the bakery."The words of Pidge soothed the heart of an old lady as she let out a pleasing smile."It's yours...I respect your decision."Dylan was quite satisfied with the behaviour of his mother.He knew that she will sooner or later accept Pidge...not because he threatened her to but she could not stand against his only son.He was her weakness."Pidge?" the voices of three cheerful girls came across their ears and they turned their faces around.Lia, Rosina and Winter walked in watching the happy face of Pidge."Lia! Rosina! Winter!" she stood up pleasantly and went to them for a hug."I'

"Sire, your jet is ready to roll..." a man, dressed in cargo pants and black shirt, his features strong and bald hair made him look more of a professional bodyguard."Good..." he didn't bother to look at him, just burying his head to a file he was reading."But, sire..." the bodyguard seemed quiet...trying to find the exact words which could not make his boss angry.He raised his head...his deep pierced eyes directly looked up to gazed him."Ms Russo has thrown a party on her yacht..." the bodyguard informed carefully.His gaze went from expressionless to judgy as his ears rose and the jaw goes clenching."This is what you have to say, Conrard?" his eyes go narrow."Sorry to bother you, Sire. I was told to inform you..." the bodyguard gulped in nervousness.The man who was sitting on the office chair twitches his lips as he leaned back on his seat...so much going on his mind.He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. H