"Mummy, aren't you going to tell us about Daddy?" Autumn brought up the same issue that Ava had been trying to avoid for days, at the dining table when they were eating breakfast. Ava almost choked on the pasta that she was eating immediately she heard her little daughter question her, and quickly grabbed a glass of water to suppress the food remnants that were stuck in her throat. "We have lost contact for a long time. I have been trying to reach out to him," Ava faked a smile as she told her white lies to her daughter, who looked so innocently at her while listening to what her mother had to say. She felt so bad within her for having to tell her children that she couldn't find their dad, but to her, it was the best excuse she could give them in the meantime. She knew that she would have no more excuses as they increased in age. However, Autumn was not ready to let go of the discussion just yet. "What about the man in the picture? Do you not know him? Evan kinda looks like him

The lady that was standing before Ava was wearing a mint green corset dress, with orange designer heels and a bag to match her beautiful look. Her hair was dyed to the exact color of her heels which was in curls, and her makeup was a perfect complement to her entire outfit. Ava remembered the sight of her even if she looked different from the last time they had seen, which was when she left for college before their father died. It was Leslie, her now step-sister. "Damn. It is really you, Ava," Leslie, who recognized her on the spot, walked closer to her to confirm that it was her. Since she and Celine didn't care to look for her years ago after she had left, they didn't hear the news that she had boarded a boat that capsized, because they were so busy selling the remaining properties. "Leslie. How good to see you here," Ava, who took a hint that Leslie had seen her already from the onset played along. "You work as a sales assistant here?" Leslie asked rudely with so much pride in

Rambling into the room with his black shirt and pants tucked into the highest quality fabrics for an unrivaled smooth, Ethan looked extremely dapper as he made his way into the hall. His perfectly carved face, his well-lined brows, and his thin lips highlighted his gorgeous look, with his pale, dark eyes trailing everywhere around the room. The people standing in the way of the line instinctively parted ways for him to stroll through, because of the intimidating aura that he emanated as he moved through the crowd. He stood at a fine and suitable spot as the eyes of people continued to look at him, wondering how long it was that they had seen him in those kinds of gatherings. "You wanted to see me. Are you Ava Carson?" Ethan was sure he heard those exact words from where he stood, and he turned his head immediately to see who was talking around him. It was a tall, slender lady in a glamorous sequin dress that blinked nonstop as she stood, and she was talking to the lady that was

Unable to sleep well the entire night, Ava woke up earlier than her kids and started getting ready for work with a positive mind for the day. She had decided to put the events of the previous day behind her like it never happened, because there was a lot of work to get done in preparation for her first fashion show in New York. Cassey had sent some business proposals to her since dawn to go through, and she knew that she had to start getting everything done without delaying time. For the cloth designs and styles that were going to be the theme of the show, she had been sketching them out for a while and finally perfected them at dawn. Jace also called to know if she was feeling well. She walked down to the dining area after she was done dressing up for work, and made a cup of coffee for herself while she went over some pending e-files on her email. Soli, the model she met with the previous day had agreed to be the face model for her brand, and she knew that she owed it to Lee Chan'

Ava strode into her living room in the night when she came back from work, and pulled her heels immediately to slouch on the nearest couch that she could lay on. She felt so exhausted from working all day with little time to take a break, as she let out a weary sigh which was a sound heavy with the weight of accumulated exhaustion. Her muscles ached with a deep persistent soreness, with every fiber protesting against the demand of continued exertion. It was evident that her bones were tired from working so much. A heavy fog suddenly enveloped her mind and shrouded her thoughts in a gray haze, while trying to distort her perspective of every good thing that she had been experiencing so far. Every decision that she had to make by herself for a couple of days suddenly felt overwhelming, and she was feeling so paralyzed by indecision and a pervasive sense of helplessness. She had been trying so hard to get so many thoughts out of her mind, but it was difficult because her bad memories