Novel & Cerita Dear Missy

The two continued chatting for a little bit more until Cyril decided to finally leave to meet Clarice. *** “Ugh! That guy… He’s not going to ditch me again, does he?” A young lady in her twenties muttered as she stared at the cup of tea that was just served to her. She has shoulder-length brown hair and wears a cream-colored hairpin on the left side of her head. She appears to be an office lady and was out here in the to have a break from her work. “I’m really going to strip and tie him up if he does it again!”

MARISSA The moment I stepped out of the car, I smiled. “Mrs. Paula!” I called out. The older woman looked up from the flowerbed, squinting at first, then her face lit up as recognition dawned. “Oh dear… Marissa!” she exclaimed, waving her hands excitedly. I walked toward her and crouched down, opening my arms. “Mrs. Paula, I missed you so much.” She laughed warmly, pulling me into a hug. “My dear child, you don’t come around these days. You’ve been too busy becoming a big woman.”

Missy only couldn't figure out if it is because of her friend's natural beauty or because of her outfit. "Hi. May I ask where we can apply for this?" Missy smiled sweetly as she presented the poster in front of the receptionist. The woman wearing a dark blue blouse and skirt stared at her for a moment. "Your name, ma'am?" "Oh, it's not me. It's my friend who will apply." The woman immediately turned her gaze to Amber. "Y-your name, Miss?" She asked hesitantly as if she can't believed what's happening. "Amber Velez, ma'am."

Hope touched her cheek with her small hand, innocently worried. "I... I'm a little embarrassed to order an ice cream..." Missy swallowed hard, batting her eyes in a way that she knew went straight to the heart of not only her husband, but everyone else's. your children - Could it be... That the two of us could ask together? she asked gently, truly hopeful.

Her little hands go still. She blinks up at me. “Hi.” My throat tightens. “Hi.” “This is Missy,” Camile says, casually sipping her tea. “She’s three. Her favorite color is purple. She hates peas. And she thinks the moon follows her when she walks outside.” I can’t look away. Missy. Missy. The name thuds through my chest like a heartbeat. Camile lets the silence stretch before adding, “She also has your laugh. And your ears.”

“That’s it. Just keep walking back and forth, sweetie. And don’t forget to keep your body straight.” Pepper gestured her hands to her own body as she instructed. Valentine nodded aggressively. She sighed then a shiver came to her, causing her to shrug her shoulders. “Sweetie, you, on the sofa,” Pepper spoke as she pointed her finger at Missy. “What’s your name?” Missy tucked her phone in to the pocket of her jeans as she widened her eyes at Pepper, trying to wake herself up from her sleepy state. “Who? Me?”

She smiles and shrugs. "You were right... You hit the nail on the head and I needed to hear it. So many people have told me over the years, but they were too close to the situation. I didn't feel like I was getting an honest opinion, but... You don't know me. You don't know my family, but you could still see. You could see through my bullshit," Missy says with a smile and I smile back before dropping her on the bed. I climb over her while keeping my weight solely on my non-broken arm.

Even in her stilt- heeled white go-go boots, he was taller. Humming with catlike pleasure, Missy twined slender arms behind his neck. She was fully made up and, as a result, didn’t tongue-kiss him. “I forgot what a lovely big brute you are. Clearly, it’s been too long since we’ve seen each other.” She pouted, which wasn’t his favorite expression, though her expertly painted mouth was beautiful. Not as beautiful as Rebecca’s, his treacherous memory pointed out.

I added even as my voice bore the weight in my heart, Missy nodded her head in response, "That's so sweet of you," She exclaimed enthusiastically, "and to be honest with you, I'm so happy for you, girl because you deserve all the happiness in this whole wide world." She added in one breath, her words coated with warmth as she spoke. I nodded my head repeatedly in response, but then, Missy's gaze drifted into space and I could tell she was contemplating her thought, but before I could inquire about it, her words came again.

"Sir, you have the wrong person." But Dante didn't care. He strode up to me, his eyes full of excitement and joy. "Emby, I couldn't be wrong. You must be Emby!" I frowned, trying to avoid his touch, but it was too late. Dante grabbed my hand, his voice trembling. "Emby, I've missed you so much. I've thought about you every single day for these three years!" I sighed and forcefully pulled my hand away. "Sir, you really have the wrong person. I don't know you."