To be honest, she was feeling anxious, as she had a butterfly in her stomach right now. Not because she entered her menstrual schedule, or because she drank stomach laxatives or had diarrhoea. But because she thought that in two days, she would come to their parents' house with Alan, bring their respective partners, and come out in front of their parents, both as a pansexual for Alan, and her as a lesbian.Okay, the comparison that she took before to describe her anxious feeling was not really cool, but it illustrated the feeling that came to her right now.Actually, it was not part of her life plan. Her plan was she would choose to cover up her identity as a lesbian forever as she did not intend to come out from the start. However, she could not bear to let her twin brother face the difficulties common to peop

Marie looked at the mansion building which she had never liked since her first arrival in this place. She hated that place so much that she kept imagining the scenario of burning and destroying the mansion building to the ground, along with its inhabitants, in her mind for years. That place gave her nothing but only bitter memories of the time she was forced to spend two years living in the mansion after her mother died by her dad. The insults she always received from her grandparents and also her father's first half-sister––Arthur Hermann and his family––who always thought of themselves as important people whose existence deserves the respect of others.Ironically, it was where she was right now. Throwing all her pride to climb the cursed building that she always cursed in her mind. The last time she came to this place was when she introduced Keith to her father's extended family, which ended with an insult to Keith that instantly made her angry

Cecilia took a sip of the Iced Cappuccino she had just ordered a few minutes ago at Marie's husband's cafe, where she was now. It tasted a little stronger than the Iced Cappuccinos she had had before but she had to admit that this drink had really met to her liking. This was quite surprising, considering that over the years she had visited all kinds of cafes in Rose city, but never once had she come across a barista like Keith Gilbert, who could immediately understand her coffee taste. Only twice had he met her; at her cousin's wedding ceremony, as well as at the Hermann extended family gathering. Supposedly, that was not enough to let the man know her personality to this depth.She took another sip of his coffee after looking around the cafe, scanning everything. The atmosphere was so pleasant, with classical music playing which she did not know because he was not a classical music fan like Marie. She preferred music that has a fast tempo like Linkin Park or The Interr

Marie clenched her fists. Her anger was already overflowing when she heard the conditions that had just been put forward by her grandfather, looking alternately at her first uncle––Arthur Hermann––who had a savage smile, as well as her grandfather, who was waiting for her answer."How about that? You accept the terms I put forward, and I will gladly help reduce the losses your company has suffered," continued his grandfather, enjoying the desperation that might have been evident in the eyes of the two men. "But well, the choice is yours."She should have expected the result to be like this.By allowing her grandfather to control ninety per cent of her company and not giving her the right to express her opinion in her own company, leaving her position as CEO to her first uncle, who had always been her grandfather's priority? She must have gone mad if she would accept the terms her grandfather had just given to her just now. It was tantamou

Sorry, I think I'll take a rain check today. There's an emergency. I'll let you know later XOXO Patricia sighed wearily as she sat in the dining room with her head propped lazily on the dining table, looking at the entire now tidy room. Disappointment overtook her. Even though she had taken the time to clean the entire apartment after she successfully managed to kick Mr Park out of her apartment, imagining what they would do once her girlfriend arrived at her apartment. Of course, not all of them, because there was already a robotic vacuum that helped her clean the floor of her apartment, and also the windows of her apartment already had a feature to clean themselves every ten minutes. It had been more than four hours since she had replied to Au