Oliver grunted and checked his watch. An hour had passed and Zara wasn't down yet. He knew women had a knack for taking a lot of time when they were getting ready for outings. He was tempted to knock at her door or call her. But seeing the sour attitude she had towards him, he decided to wait patiently without complaining. But still, an hour has passed. She could just tell him that she was tired and not going. He could have postponed it until tomorrow. Who did she think she was? Queen of the Scots? Oliver sank further into the chair in exasperation.His wait was cut short as he heard the gentle sounds of heels against the floor coming from the stairs. He turned his head towards the staircase, and Oliver's eyes remained glued on Zara. Indeed, she thought of herself as the Queen of the Scots. Who is she? Oliver pondered as he stood up. It was not a command he had issued to his leg, it had happened automatically. Oliver was surprised at her taste in fashion, he had given Anne credit f

Zara held the card to herself tightly. She watched as Oliver conversed with the steward and she looked at the card again. She didn't know what to say to Oliver when he came back to the table. She tried to place the reason why he would go all the way out to do all that, even though he wanted publicity. Zara hoped it had nothing to do with what happened the previous day. Zara wrote it off as part of the publicity plan. Oliver joined her back at the table and he smiled at the offer of wine from the steward. The steward stood exactly five meters behind them and waited for further instructions. “Wow, even for publicity, you went out of your way to do this?" Zara questioned as Oliver held the wine glass in his hand. He smiled at her in reply to her question. Zara laughed and continued. "Thank you very much, I got extra gifts alongside a nice dinner."Oliver was surprised at how Zara interpreted the whole situation. He was slowly starting to understand that Zara wasn't an airhead like th

“You were with Zara yesterday and you did not tell us,” Rita inquired as Kelvin took his seat. “I'm sorry, I planned on telling you guys about it today,” Kelvin lied.“How is She? Is she eating well?” Rita asked. “Oh Rita, you spoke to her this morning already. Of course, she is fine,” Paul cut his wife off as he replied. “But some habits never change, Morticia is an example,” Paul joked.There was a roar of laughter in the room.“Thank you for walking in right on time, I almost doubted my girl for a minute,” Rita appreciated. “Now, let's go have dinner,” Rita said as she went to the kitchen to bring the food."Morticia is a headache, right?" Paul asked. Kelvin's smile dialed down. "Yeah, a big one," he replied. Rita carried a large tray of food and dropped it on the dining table. Kelvin went to assist her with the other plates while Paul made himself comfortable. Rita chimed. "Dinner is served!”With that, they all proceeded to the dining. It went smoothly with lots of laughter

"We need to talk."A sentence with four words. It sounded more intense than it was intended to, partly because Zara was trying to avoid Oliver. She hadn't forgotten what had happened on the rooftop that day. She knew it. She had almost kissed Oliver. "We need to talk."She simply stared at the message that was displayed on the screen. It had been there since morning, and she hadn't even bothered to reply. “Curse you, Oliver,” Zara flustered.She had successfully ignored Oliver for the last few days after that incident. She beat herself up every time she remembered it. What killed her the most was that she could not tell Kelvin about it. How would she even start? She knew it was almost an act of betrayal. Kelvin himself had been very busy for the past few days, his cafe boomed well. He was very happy. No way she was going to spoil it for him. Zara straightened her dress and heaved a deep sigh in front of the mirror. Her face stared back at her. She looked less confident than the wa

Vanessa had become quite miserable. In fact, "quite miserable," was an understatement. She had reached the point where she had completely embodied Squidward's point of view, that famous miserable character from that legendary kiddies show.Her reputation had plummeted downwards, she couldn't even go outside to buy her groceries because of the way people looked at her. Her suspension at work was still ongoing, she didn't even expect to be called back after what had happened. Oliver Russell. Vanessa grabbed a ceramic vase from the bedside table and flung it at the wall. It shattered into a million pieces, with the sound bouncing back and forth in the large room. She grabbed her bare knees and looked at the mirror. She was losing it. Oliver Russell. Vanessa stood up and rested her hands in front of the dressing mirror. Her eyes were puffy from not getting enough sleep and she had gained some mass from staying at home, lazing around since last week. "Oliver, I will crush you!" Vane