Padens' POV I never wanted to go to any wedding, especially not this one.I don't even know what made me choose to go there in my Bugatti Chiron. I found myself twirling whimsically, throwing my head from one car to the other until I pointed toward it, "Take that one?" Bob's face widened in awe. This was the first time I'll be asking him to take me out in the Bugatti Chiron ever since it was purchased. Bob was my driver. Not specifically mine, he was Zoe's most trusted driver. I couldn't let him go after she passed away.Bob was a young man of perhaps twenty-eight years old, I'm not sure, I've never cared to ask. He was doing his job and in return was paid handsomely, better than a high percentage of office working-class men. Sometimes, I had initially thought he was way too young to be a driver. I still do. However, looking at the margin between his salary and other workers… I guess it was worth his youthful energy. Bob loves his work. He had constantly pressurized me into accepti

***Sasha***"... You've also sent Malcolm Galileo a mail?" The surprise in her question was still evident in her voice. She waited anxiously to hear him begin to speak.He sighed. Raised his brows up and raked his hands through his hair a couple of times. "Yes, I've sent Malcolm Galileo a couple of emails. I've always wondered why I got no replies from him. A couple of angry mails criticizing his disrespectful attitude towards his reader's feedback." It was still hard for him to believe Sasha was Malcolm Galileo. He just couldn't admit it. If he were to list three of his favorite poets Malcolm Galileo would either be the second or the third. The first position was undoubtedly Kahlil Gibran's.Yes, he had sent Malcolm Galileo his first mail after he read a poem written by the poet about losing what one loved the most in life. It had been a few months after Zoe's death, he had heard someone quote a line from the poem and had instantly fallen in love with it and decided to give the whol

***Padens***"Sir, there's a man asking to see you outside. He said you promised him a pair of shoes," his secretary said when he picked up the call."A pair of shoes?" He asked. Suddenly he remembered and let out a burst of low laughter. Of course, he promised the coroner a pair of shoes. Why had he forgotten about that? He sighed."Get him a pair of those shoes you got me for the wedding, Okay?""Okay, sir. Is everything alright? You haven't had your breakfast yet, sir.""I haven't?" His sarcasm was top-notch. "I don't think I want to eat anything for now. Thank you.""Okay, sir."He dropped the dialer into its cradle and went back to reading the document he was reading before she had called.Moments passed and he was still unable to read through the first page, his brain was not taking in any of the words his eyes had been carefully squinting."What's gotten into me?" He dropped his pen and pressed backward into his golden-colored Home Office Executive Desk Chair. He stared into th

***Sasha***Is he courting me? Sasha asked herself when she gazed back and saw the dancing stage. Even in her youthful years, she had not gotten anything close to this from Harvey. She was fighting back tears so hard because she'd be more than embarrassed if he saw her crying.When she turned to him, he was smiling brightly, his eyes catching hers. Her heart paused for a moment. She struggled to breathe but instead, she swallowed and wondered what he would think of her if he knew she was divorced and had lost a child.The way he looked at her was different from the way anyone has ever looked at her. She shoved down the intense urge to stand up, walk up to him, take his mouth into hers, and press their bodies together till his groin grinds against hers. It was becoming unbearable. Just as looking into his eyes.Suddenly her mind was fuelled with unexpected courage. She was going to enjoy this moment to its fullest. How much of him was she going to get tonight? She'll wait and see.In

***Sasha***"My parents and I used to have picnics on holidays. And I must confess I miss the feeling that comes with it," she said in a melancholic voice and bowed her head down a little before raising it to his face then began to nib on the cracker. She was regretful that she brought her personal life into this."I'm sorry," He studied her face, and general appearance for a moment. "Some things just tend to hold memories we can not seem to bury no matter how hard we try to forget them. It's like letting go means losing a part of what makes whole," he acknowledged that he also had memories that were triggered. It was wonderful that they both had a mutual feeling about the picnic and this made it more lovely. Suddenly, he sat up straight, raising his shoulders up, and stared into a tray with a spoon in his hand. "You know, Sasha, I used to have little picnics like this with my wife even before she gave birth to our son. We'd laugh and laugh. Eat and end up in the pool," his soft hus