Steven’s point of view:And so, there’s been a lot of days when I’ve had worse things thrown at me, but never has it ever been like this there’s been lots of times when there have been embarrassments, and a couple of times when I shed a few tears, but right now, I can’t seem to comprehend. So, I left the place for Jae, simply because I am trying to avoid everything that has to do with her. Taking out my phone I scroll through every available document I should have in my phone.“the extent of wickedness” I say, the extent at which it grows day by day in my life.She just stayed there and watched as her mother insulted me, I guess having being a participant of the whole thing, she feels guilty and all.“she saw me, and she said nothing, she didn’t even walk me through the path of embarrassment, maybe trying to let me know of what happened, just giving me a snippet would have been nice”The documents on my phone don’t

Stevens point of view: It wasn’t as long as I thought it would take, no it wasn’t, it was just a basic system of power. After two weeks of the jean incident, she wasn’t secure anymore, there was backlash, that implicated the society of fashion, implicated “MACPHERSON” its name was now treated as scum, well at least jane’s jeans was now scum, and that is a bad thing because now we had to travel elsewhere and we have to stay together and staying together is not something that is advisable at this moment.“but one thing I’m not happy about is the fact that I am leaving my mom alone” I nod at her because it definitely isn’t advisable, at this moment, that Miss Martha is such a wicked character, and I definitely am getting so tired of hearing anything concerning her ceramics company, and you know the fun-fact about this so-called Martha, well it’s the fact that she also has an unlucky jean

Steven’s point of view:I take my MacBook to the sitting room, so I have been trying to take some nice pictures of my wife with my phone, because my really nice manager says I should take unknown pictures of her and post on my social media, asides lying to the media and saying how important my wedding day was I think at this moment I have to go normal on it, so she is lying face up and in a deep sleep, but I have to say, she still looks so beautiful, and it makes me feel so lucky, like I can’t even breathe whenever I see this, I mean, how can someone  be so so beautiful, its like she doesn’t even try to, after the mini edit I upload it to my Instagram and twitter account myself, in quote, “my sunshine”.I smile profusely when I tag her, it looks like I can’t even understand why I choose to upload I at this moment.“having to understand the human emotion, is such a confusing thing to do”  I immediately shut my mac, and

Jane’s point of view: Well it was time to go back home, and I have to say these past few days have been nothing but bliss, like I feel content now, sitting close to my so called husband, although I have to say I feel jittery and so nervous now, my mind isn’t at rest I feel unease all around me, unrest, even my so called model palms are sweaty. “Hey!” Steven calls me back to reality, ‘are you alright?’ he asks me, the emotions in his eyes are as clear as day. He scoots closer to me, his voice choked up with emotions; he puts his hand around my shoulder, “what sup?” I shake my head from left to right trying to let him believe all is well, but my face as usual betrays me, even my countenance and the whole vibe I give off is sad. “What do you mean nothing?” he removes strands of hair from my face.“well it’s just, I am very scared, you know, coming back to aunt Margaret and all, even mom, I kind of loved when I had some space to eat chocolate” 

Jane’s point of view:Looking at the both of them, my chest beats so frantically, I look back at my husband, and I am tempted to really hug him, but even I know that we haven’t gotten to that level of closeness to begin hugging one another when we are feeling low or troubled.“I wish I never met you guys though” Steve mentions as he looks at me and then back at the ceiling, he immediately stand up, takes a deep breath then puts his hands into his pockets and leaves me alone with Mr. Whitestone looking creepily at me, at this moment I really didn’t care, because I had other issues I really wanted to think of, but the more I stayed the there, the creepier his stare became, and even I knew that at this moment I couldn’t handle it despite the level at which my mind was clouded with thoughts.“Could you leave my space, Mr. Whitestone?” he nods and takes a step backward, alright that baffled me. I have to tur