"So, where are you going from here? You seem to be in a hurry."Wren laughs. "I can't hide anything from you, I am actually going to meet Grant.""My brother?" Ivy looks at her through hooded eyes, "I've been wondering how you two know one another. You even hit him that day.... Can't say he doesn't deserve it sometimes."Wren laughs, grabbing her bag. "He really did deserve it, and you will know, sooner or later." She winks, standing up. "Sorry to be leaving you even though I arrived late, if I want to avoid been late being for the rest of the day, I'll need to start by leaving here early "Ivy nods, "I'll be leaving as well. Bye."Wren waves her a hurried bye and leaves. Right after, Ivy stands up and makes her way to the counter so she can pay."The bill please...?" She asks"Oh ma'am, Miss Wren already paid.""What? When?""When she made the appointment.""Oh wow. Thank you, I didn't know that."The attendant nods, as she turns around to go pick up her own bag and go back home.Ash

Ashton drops the call and smirks.Tiara has always been a stupid part of the bunch. She wears all her feelings on her sleeves, tiring people around her and pressuring the ones she claims to love on their own lives.Ashton remembers how much frustration he had gone through in her hands when they were supposedly in a relationship that was supposed to result in a marriage.A life time union.He shakes his head off of the bad memories and comes back to the present.He lays his phone on the kitchen counter and gets back to chopping vegetables.He pours the onions into the hot pan coated with a thin layer of oil and sautes the onions, pouring them out when they are golden brown and crispy, then he pours the carrots, chives, green onions, peas and other veggies into the pan, whisking them around with every turn of the pan.He hears the front door open and smiles. "Welcome back." He calls out, not dropping the pan.Formerly in a pretty sour mood, Ivy smiles, a cloud of relief coming of her and

Tied and bent down low in a corner of the small and stuffy apartment, Tiara bites her fingernails, wondering what she has gotten herself into, her nails eaten to the quick and her cheek red and puffy.A very famous influencer with almost twenty five million followers is crouching, afraid, in a corner of a bully's house.Tiara sighs over and over again, thinking over and over that she really is stuck between the devil and deep blue Sea and she can't swim, literally or physically. "What does locking me in here do for you? Absolutely nothing. Just open the door and let me go. I'll go far away where he won't find me, and if he doesn't find me than obviously you're safe."Arielle snickers. "You think I'm stupid, eh? All these rich kids always ignoring the fact that living in this harsh world has made us just as harsh.""Don't blame us for your life's situation. Just let me go, that's all I want. You can even keep the phone if you want."Arielle looks at the latest iPhone model in her hands

"Mr Wang? Why are you looking for him?"Richard smirks. "So I can rub my winning in his face. He's a bad tempered old man so I hate him."Too uninterested and bored to listen to him droning on about showing someone something, she looks back at where Ivy and Ashton seems to be having the time of their life with the Masons and some other dignitaries on the same table.By the table in the corner where Arielle and Richard are sitting, two well dressed ladies take up the space beside them and chat noisily. "Did you hear that Darlene is remarrying her ex-husband?""What? Aren't they too old for that?" The other woman comments."Seriously, that's her son right over there sitting with the Wrights. I'm kind of happy for her though, at least someone is getting her happily ever after."They chuckle. "Talking of the Wrights..."Ever since they first mentioned the Wrights, Arielle's ears have been perked in their direction, listening in on their gossip while still watching Ivy with her hatred in

Wren cuts across the crowd, greeting people and returning greetings as she makes her way to the front, to the redhead man, eating while smiling politely at what someone on the same table had said.She takes a seat right beside him. "Wanna step out?"Grant drops his fork and leans towards her. "I thought you'd never ask. Come on."Wren gets up, following closely behind her, Grant.As soon as they get outside, she sighs heavily, inhaling the cool warm breeze. "I had no idea some rich people stank so much. I mean, I could not breathe at all while greeting this pot bellied man in the middle of the hall."Grant laughs. "That's not very polite to your guests, you know?"Wren rolls her eyes. "It's impolite to smell bad too, you know?" She retorts.Grant smiles. "You never let me have the last word. I'm so happy you brought me out of there, she was totally boring me with her tales of how she caught some Parisian men and the funny things about how they cook pasta and some of their cultures.""