Lahat ng Kabanata ng UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

  I held the bouquet of blue roses waist high just as my stylist instructed. He walked back and forth just to see if everything’s in its right place. “Perfect!” He smiled and gave me a two thumbs up gesturing his excitement. “That gown graces your body with sophistication that could put a royalty to shame,” he added. Turning to the full body mirror,  I smiled as I saw my reflection in it. Indeed the off-shoulder bridal gown graced my body with sophistication. The myriad of glass beads and crystals lavishly adorned the ecru bodice, matching the pair of luscious diamond earrings that I’m wearing right now. My hair was flecked with tiny glittering diamonds and styled in a loose French twist with a few tendrils. I specifically requested it. The make-up artist was about to

  I reread the piece of paper containing a list of things I needed to do on the day of my release. I had all my belongings stuffed into my knapsack including some money that I had earned inside the prison. “Excited?” suddenly Fiona asked.  I just smiled at her. Fiona's my inmate and eventually ended up being my best friend. I don't think I can survive the five years of being imprisoned without her. I owed the remaining shreds of my sanity to her. Fiona pats my shoulder gently and said, “I'll be seeing you outside, soon. Don't miss me too much.” I laughed a little and rolled my eyes on her. “I'll be waiting for you then.” 

I opened my eyes to a screaming alarm at five in the morning. I was so relieved to find myself in a place without bars and without the raunchy smell of urine in the air. I took a full fifteen minutes to freshen up after tidying up the nook which now I considered my room. Waking up inside Nick’s house made me feel like being reborn. In a matter of hours I covered almost every part of the house except the master’s bedroom which was locked. I wonder if Nick is already in his room.   With a little amount of energy to spare, I decided I would use it to launder my soiled shirt and jeans which were among the three sets of clothing I owned, but then a small stain on the kitchen wall caught my eye on my way to the laundry room. I ignored the urge to clean it but a little while later, I went back to scrub it off. Many of my inmates had found this habit of mine odd, nobody knew why but cleaning  be