I looked at her, studying her features. Her dark hair was slightly damp, probably from the shower, cascading down her back like a river. Her deep brown eyes stared at me, her brows slightly furrowed as she eyed me worriedly. She had changed into a pair of black jeans and a simple white shirt."Okay," I nodded at her. "I'll stop worrying about this. I'm pretty sure whatever will happen, will happen for good."She grinned at me and went back to her food."By the way, why were you drenched last night? You didn't tell me anything when I asked," Olivia said after some time, pointing her fork at me accusingly.My grip on the glass of water which I held in my hand, tightened as I recalled the events of last night. "I was pushed into the pool," I gritted out."Who pushed you?" Olivia asked, pushing a stray lock of her hair away from her face."Ethan Evans!" I said through gritted teeth, his name leaving a bad aftertaste in my mouth. "I hate that guy

My imagination was cut short when I realized we had stopped walking. I looked around to see we had entered a store. "I'm Farah, this is Diana and Lucy," Farah said, gesturing to the other two women by her side. "Mrs. Jenson told me to show you everything that is in our store, and we're sure you'd love everything. After all, these are all sourced from top brands, right off the runway for parties, events and much more. I think we should start off with party wear because Mrs. Jenson had earlier called us up and updated us with your visit and your schedule for the day. We're here to help you get everything you'll need, from casual wear, party gowns, bags and shoes to make up, skin care products and much more," She said in one breath."Okay," I said, getting impatient to see all those dresses. I can't believe this was happening."Here is our party wear collection from Jovani, Ralph Lauren, Faviana, Terani Couture, Versace, Prada, Giorgio Armani, Gucci and many more. I'll be

Breakfast was awkward, to say the least. On the way to the dining hall, I ran into Ethan. What a great way to start the day!And to think that he would just ignore me for the best. But no, he couldn't just walk off as if I wasn't just standing right in front of him. He had to do something!He tried to trip me. Like how could you expect a twenty three year billionaire to be so immature? And all because of a stupid, childish feud with his childhood enemy. And it wasn't even my fault that he and Juliet were sworn enemies!I glared my best at him while he just walked ahead of me, looking smug. Maybe I should just give his baby making stick another kick. That would perhaps get his brain back from wherever it was in his dick.And to my great annoyance, he took a seat right next to

I sent him a menacing glare. "You wish, Evans," I muttered, shoving him aside to hobble up to his level. My ankle was probably sprained and it would be better if I just made it to my bedroom at the earliest.I looked at him in the eye. He may have been a bit intimidating at the dinner table when I had my first dinner here, but not anymore. He had changed into a black shirt and grey sweatpants and his hair looked wet and disheveled. It was clear he had recently taken a shower. Oh, so maybe he was in the shower when I rudely barged into his room."Were you the one who spread shampoo all over my bathroom floor?" I asked calmly, waiting for his reply, which he did with a question of his own."Would you believe me if I said no?""No," I said flatly, finally showing him his locket by dangling it in front of his face. He snatched it from my hands, muttering a "shit" under his breath."Then yes, it was me. What're you going to do about it?" He asked, raisi

Come on, I'm your mother. You can tell me what happened," Mrs. Jenson urged, rubbing soothing circles on my back. I fumbled for words as I racked my brain to come up with something good enough. See, I was a bitch to still be going with this. I could just blurt out the secret and try to prove it that I really wasn't who she was thinking I was. But I couldn't bring myself to say that. I was such a coward. I feared her reaction. I didn't care if she made my life hell, but I just didn't want to see her face full of pain and heartbreak. I didn't want to see if she would give up on ever finding her daughter. I knew I was making her happy today. But for how long? This would eventually come to an ugly end. Very soon. This was only temporary.In midst of these conflicting thoughts, I didn't really pay any attention to how I was really looking on the outside. It wasn't until my mom spoke that I realized that I was probably looking like a constipated pig."Are you alright?" Mrs.