บททั้งหมดของ Till Time Do Us Part: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

“Okay!” Zia Scott zealously took out her mini notebook from the pink sling bag she always carried with her. Meanwhile, Gray was listlessly standing in front of her with an empty grocery shopping cart before her, her arms folded and leaning on the handle. “So far,” started Zia. “What we’re having for Thanksgiving dinner are…” She took a deep breath and continued. “Lasagna, homemade gravy, homemade stuffing, mashed potatoes, cornbread green apple chestnut stuffing, roast chicken, ambrosia, green bean casserole with lobster, candied yams, roast turkey, italian dressing, green bean casserole with crispy onions, cranberry sauce, homemade stuffing with foie gras and marinated sweet potatoes,” she said in a fast pace manner. “‘So far’” Gray raised an eyebrow. “What, were you planning on feeding all the people in the building?” Zia continued to browse her notes and didn’t seem to quite hear her sarcasm. “Oh, and pumpkin pie!” she exclaimed. Gray palmed her face. “Zi,” she called her. Zia

Gray Stewart woke up to the faint sound of heavy raindrops pouring outside. She seemed to have cried herself to sleep as she was tired to begin with. The room was now a bit dimmed due to the dark clouds accompanied by heavy rainfall. She felt the piece of paper on her hand, she appeared to have held onto it in her sleep. The paper was now a little crumpled on the part where her hand clutched. She let go of the sketch, leaving it lying on the dusty floor. She got up and dusted herself then she reached for the door without deliberating whether to let herself be devoured by memories again. She left the room immediately, closed the door behind her, picked up the cabinet she left on the hallway and headed downstairs. She wiped the cabinet clean before putting it in her bedroom beside her closet and arranged Zia's tiny clothes inside. Then she changed into a baggy white T-shirt and black sweatpants with her indoor black slippers. She checked the time on her phone. 12:54 P.M. She headed to t

“Who are you?” asked an utterly bemused Zia. Amanda shifted her glance at Gray who was also waiting for whatever answer she had in store. Her eyes swiveled between the two. “How come you have a picture with our mom’s? Zia asked once more. Amanda gave them a sweet smile. She put the box on the floor and took the photo. “We were best friends.” She walked past them and settled down on the couch. “We were friends, the four of us, back in high school.” She glanced at them. Gray and Zia shared a confused glance then they also decided to sit around the table. Zia hopped on the couch, sitting beside Amanda while Gray was on a chair, just beside where Amanda left the box. “You and Alexandra really look alike in this photo,” said Zia, leaning in toward the photo on Amanda’s hand. “Yes.” Amanda softly chuckled. “I couldn’t count the times people would mistake us as twins.” She glanced at Zia. “When we first met, she even dragged me to the hospital to get a DNA test but the result was negati

“I’m Rory,” said a little girl with honey colored skin, barely reaching three and a half feet. Gray eyed the little girl. “You’re…Rory?” “Yes!” The little girl hopped. “That’s what mommy call Rory.” “Okay, then, Rory…” Gray squatted down to level with her line of vision. “Why were you dumbly looking for a fictional character?” Rory tilted her head in bemusement. “Huh?” Gray sighed. “Fairy godmother, why were you looking for her?” “Oh!” Rory broke into a smile. “Daddy say Rory…”she paused and fumbled with her fingers as if searching for the words to say from behind her head. “Good kid,” she continued. “Fairy godmother come.” Gray’s brows furrowed. “You mean, if you’re a good kid then the fairy whatmother will come to you?” “Yes!” Gray studied the little girl in front of her. Instead of listening to alienated stories about the woman who gave birth to her, she had decided she would rather play along with this kid and pass the time with her. She scanned the room which appeared t

“Come on, I’m famished,” bellyached Zia Scott while inside the elevator with Gray Stewart, going up to Gray’s apartment. “It’s already past eight.” The elevator dinged along with the opening of the doors. Gray stepped out and Zia sluggishly followed. “You know, hunger is not good for little children like me,” complained Zia once again. “Why was there heavy traffic on a Sunday, anyway?!” she grunted. Gray just ignored her and made her way to her apartment. After punching in the passcode, the door clicked open. “How unethical of you to come home late?!” reprimanded Azriel as soon as Gray opened the door and met his eyes. “The supper I’ve arranged has turned stale!” Upon hearing the familiar voice, Zia ran to the door and took a peek inside. “Oh, my God,” she gasped. Gray gave him a cold yet inflamed glare. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” Before she could hear his response, Edward appeared beside Azriel to peek at the door. “Oh, Gray, Sophia, you guys are home, we’ve