"You must have met your husband right after you met William. Poor Will didn’t stand a chance against the CEO it must have been an easy pick for you…”Aira remained silent as she watched the woman talk her lungs off to them. Vincent on the other side, couldn't let it slide and he stepped forward."Excuse me?" Vincent said.The impertinent woman looked back at him with an attitude that didn't match her ridiculous argument."What I'm saying is that she didn't hesitate to move on from my brother to you. But now I can see why. Although my brother could buy you a vintage car, there's no way that he would be able to afford to make this kind of wedding for you," She said."First of all, ma'am. The vintage car you're talking about is one that I chose for Aira because she was too busy to go pick another car with the insurance money from her previous car crash. And this wedding is something that we both made, just look where you're standing and think about it a little bit more. This is Aira's g

Aira looked at the huge room before her in wonder. It was a huge room occupying most of the third floor with a panoramic view looking into the city.“What do you think?“ Vincent asked behind.She turned around to look at him with a bright smile and found the hotel manager who personally showed them to their room looking at her expectantly. “I love it! The view is wonderful. And the decoration, I love how personalized everything is,”“I’m glad you like it, Mrs Valory. Mr Valory prepared this room, especially for you to suit your tastes,” the manager told her and she looked at Vincent who gave her a wink,“Do you like it, Mrs Valory?” He asked grabbing her waist and pulling her to him.“I like it very much, Mr Valory,” she said smiling and lifting her hands putting her arms on his shoulders. “O will take my leave them. Please let us know if you need anything,” the manager said as he stumbled outside.Aira waited for him to close the door behind him to chuckle leaning to the side to loo

"I have a few things to take care of right now, Sia," Aira said, "I know that you keep having to make adjustments but I prefer it if you just give me the final decision, and then I'll edit it as you want it. It's hard on me to keep changing things whenever someone brings it up." Aira said into the phone as she poured herself another cup of coffee motioning for Vincent who was sitting on the counter if he wanted some.Nodding he handed her his empty mug and she turned around to refill it still listening to Sia."I'm sorry, Aira. I know that we're kind of unorganized. But I need you to make these edits for the marketing director to approve, He hands been making things harder on us these days and we're already running late on the project. I'm sure Vincent told you," Sia answered,"Alright then, I will see what I can do," Aira answered"Thank you very much, "Sia said, "I will send you an email," "I have a deadline, Sia. I can only start on it when I finish my current work," Aira finished

Aira stood by the window and looked at the covered canvas by the side of her studio. It was a slightly bigger canvas that she had gotten used to having there when working. After all, it had been there for five long years.Whenever Aira felt too tired or confused about her work as an illustrator, she would look at the covered piece to regain her will to continue. Although it helped her reach what she reached now, she would never call it her motivation. The canvas wasn't her motivation nor was it her incentive to do better...She always thought of her relationship with that canvas as twisted, she loved it, but she could never uncover it to look inside. Still, she used it to push herself further and work harder. after a few years, she could barely remember what was inside it in the first place. The lines were blurry in her mind and she couldn't discern the shapes and colors clearly anymore.Strangely, since she heard that her grandmother was retiring. She started thinking about that canv

Aira was standing there watching as everything unfolded before her. One moment Vincent was standing by her side chatting with his cousin, and the next he was throwing a punch at his cousin’s face while he pushed him onto the table.Vincent stood there while his cousin cowered on the floor and she had a feeling of déjà vue remembering their wedding day a month ago. It was almost the same scene with a different setting. And Vincent’s back looked exactly like back them rippled and huge heaving like a barely restrained beast that was fighting against its anger not to hurt another person.As if snapping back to reality, Aira rushed back to his side putting her hand on his back. He flinched for a moment then looked at her with wide darkened eyes and she wondered if he was glimpsing her or just seeing red by then.“Vince,” She called out touching his chest and he took her hand in his clenching it tightly to the point of pain,If only they didn’t come to this stupid party, if only they spent