บททั้งหมดของ Our Baby Twins: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

The rain still falls heavily, its rhythm hitting the large dining room window like a knock on my nerves. The warm scent of osso buco fills the air, mingling with the fragrance of the vanilla candle I've chosen especially for tonight.I glanced at the wall clock for the umpteenth time—it was twenty minutes past eight.He's late. But Alvaro always comes home, doesn't he? He always strides in with his cold, unwavering way, making my heart pound even though I know he never sees me.I check the dining table once more. The small candles were perfectly lit, and the tablecloth was straight without a single crease. I even matched the position of the forks and knives like I'd seen in a fancy restaurant. It may be silly, but I wanted everything to look perfect, though I knew I was far from it myself.The image of myself in the window, my fat body, was there.I move closer, looking at my face faintly reflected in the glass. My tangled black hair was now neatly styled and slicked back so as not to

Five Years Later. The room was filled with soft light that bounced off the tall glass walls, giving it an airy and elegant feel.In the center stood a mannequin in a dress that looked like a work of art. It had layers of floating silk fabric and beads that sparkled like stars. The dress was unfinished, but it already exuded undeniable luxury and elegance.I stood in front of the mannequin, intently watching every detail. My fingers touched the fabric, fixing the slight crease at the waist before I stepped back to look at it from a different angle. My boots clicked softly on the smooth wooden floor, and a sound drowned out in the low rumble of my team's discussion behind me."Add a little more volume at the bottom," I say, more to myself than to anyone else.But one of my assistants, Grace, notes it right away. She's always alert, and so are the others. My team, little family, the ones who always believed in my vision, even when I doubted myself at times.I took a deep breath, feeling

It was still eleven a.m when I leaned my head back on the chair at the back of my boutique. The clockwork on the wall ticked softly, providing a soothing rhythm amidst the room's stillness.My handcrafted dresses hung neatly all around, each exuding an elegance that made me feel proud, but they also reminded me of the heavy responsibility I had to bear.I closed my eyes briefly, trying to shake off the fatigue that gripped my body after the long interview. But instead of peace, my mind is filled with plans for tomorrow's big catwalk in Hollywood. I know sleeping here is not a wise choice, but my body is too tired to care.A small chuckle sounded faintly in the distance, followed by a cheerful babble that got closer. I furrowed my brows and opened my eyes slowly but remained silent and listening.“Look! That's the dress Mama made last week!” Matteo's voice sounded admiring.“Yes, but I prefer the one with the beads,” Matilda replied cheerfully.“But this dress has cool lace, Tilly,” Ma