~Laurel~"Kurt Kenton, I vow to love you, respect you and take you as my husband, friend, partner, lover, and pledge a vow of honesty and fidelity. It is one I give willingly, easily, gracefully, at this moment and for our whole lives. As we join our lives together, let us vow to live in truth, to always communicate fully, to hold each other against the wind, to feel our hearts joined as one. To you I give myself and everything I will ever be. Wherever our journey leads us, I promise to walk with you arm in arm, hand in hand, to hold you as your wife and to learn from you, love you, and surprise you, as long as we both shall live.""Laurel," he slid the ring onto my fourth finger. "With this ring, I solemnly swear to support you, to love you as you love me, through all hardship, darkness, and pain to reach for our joys, our hopes, and always with honesty and faith. All I have in this world I give to you, I promise to hold and keep you, comfort, protect, and shelter you, for all the da

~Laurel~Mira and I were in the kitchen making breakfast while Kurt was seated in the dining room, reading the paper. The house was swimming with servants, actually because they were preparing for the dinner party that would take place later on the terrace. Kurt wanted to throw a small party to introduce Genevieve to our families. I couldn't object, probably because I didn't see a reason why he couldn't introduce his so-called new daughter to everyone."Am I supposed to greet you good morning?" Mira and I paused when we heard a not-so familiar voice in the dining room."It's a sign of respect, so yes.""I never greeted anyone at the foster home.""You will now. This isn't a foster home, this is your home now."I mounted into the living room, just in time only to see Kurt and Genevieve seated, having a conversation."So," Kurt started. "Your new room, do you like it?""Sincerely, no."I shot my gaze to her. Ungrateful little bitch! Mira decorated that room few years back. "Care to tell

~Laurel~~"I ran you a bath," Kurt informed as he crept up beside me on the bed. "Think you can manage to stand properly on your own?""No need to treat me like a weakling. I'm the strongest woman you've ever met." I snuggled into him. "Let's just stay like this. For a while. Damn, you smell so good.""Is that so?""Yeah and I can't believe you just did that.""Did what?" He pulled my body closer to his."Hand fuck me in the kitchen. What if someone had seen us? Or rather, walk in on us?""Well, we could just tell them we're doing our regular exercise. Wait, are you shy, Laurel?" He said and looked down at me.I slapped his leg and pushed it off mine. "Shy for what? I'm just being cautious, asshole. Don't look so smug.""Right.""God, I hate you. You just had to interrupt me in the kitchen, didn't you?""It's not as if you knew what you were doing, Laurel. Don't run your mouth about it.""Oh yeah? That's not a very nice thing to say to your over-emotional wife.""You mean when she's p

~Laurel~"Okay!" Freya exclaimed and picked her own paper from the table. The questions were sliced into thirty small papers and scattered facedown on the table so we were unable to decide which one to pick. "I'm next."She cleared her throat and peeked in her paper before looking up to Mark. "This one's easy, babe. What's my most awful meal?""Um," Mark scratched his hair and looked back at her. "Chicken soup.""Ew. He's right. I hate chicken." Freya said and pretended to gag. "Even the smell of it makes me wanna throw my guts up.""I'm next!" Lavinia picked her own paper and winked at Jason before gazing into it. "What are my types of panties?""Holy, moly! How the fuck am I supposed to know that?" Jasper scoffed and plopped back on the chair. "Am I...am I supposed to know that?"Lavinia narrowed her eyes at him. "Yes.""Okay. Bikini!" "Wrong. My type of panties are hipsters, you're supposed to know that.. we've been together long enough." Lavinia whispered groggily. "But panties

~Laurel~"The fuck are we doing here?" I took Genevieve's hand on the table and squeezed. "Mind your language, will you?"She didn't respond, rather she pulled her hand away from mine and faced the view in front of us."So this is where the family's shooting gonna take place for your next exhibition," Bale explained, pointing to the display and arrays on the screen. "While, here, you have the settings of Mira's picture in the building, Mr and Mrs Kenton.""Thank you, Bale and...""So it has always been about your daughter huh?" Genevieve interrupted with a scoff. I took her hand again and squeezed. "Now, what the hell are you talking about?" I whispered.She flung her hand away from my hold and stood up abruptly, not minding the gazes of more than thirty board members on her. "Then why the fuck did you bring me here?! To show me that you've enough money to stick me to your asses for as long as you want?""You're embarrassing me, Genevieve, sit down." Kurt ordered."No, I'm sorry, Mr