Patricia A. Anoa'i Novels & Stories

Until I saw her. Sitting beside Nathan, posture flawless, wearing a dress more expensive than anything I had ever worn, long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, a smile that radiated class and elegance. I was holding Noah in my arms, the boy still sleepy. Time slowed. I watched her laugh and place her hand over Nathan’s, resting on his thigh. The Volkovs laughed like they were celebrating something. “Anya!” Patricia called, excitement in her voice as she stood and walked toward me, arms open to take Noah. “Come here, let’s introduce you. Come to mommy, my little one…”

Leah stood in Diana Cole’s sewing room, staring at Elaine’s tablet while the name seemed to darken on the screen. Patricia Lang. Family-authorized textile lead. The words did not fit together. They looked official enough to pass through an administrative office, but wrong enough to make Leah’s stomach turn. Patricia was not a seamstress. Not a preservation expert. Not family. She was a woman who knew how to stand beside powerful people and make their control look like care. She knew forms, categories, gentle voices, and the exact language required to erase refusal. The last time Leah had heard Patricia speak, every sentence had felt like a soft-gloved hand closing around someone else’s throa

Bruce ordered. "highly noted, sir," Patricia replied and the call was dropped as Bruce continue with the calls he was having with Dickson. "Mr Anthony, the director is in the office," Patricia said to Anthony. "Oh! Thank you, I will take my leave now, I am grateful" Anthony said, Patricia was all filled with joy even though she is older than Anthony, she accorded him respect and her heart was filled with joy as she couldn't wait to have a dinner with Anthony, even though Anthony has not replied her chat.

"Hurry, Athena. Punctuality is also part of being a lady." A while later, I walked into the beach with Patricia to where three other women were already waiting. They sported cute and stylish bikinis. Patricia introduced me. "Everyone, meet Ms. Athena Williams, the Royal Nanny." Her smile was broad, but her eyes told a different story. They looked unkind at the moment, so I couldn't dare return it. Mattie rushed over, handing me a drink and my cell phone, which was new. She delayed because she had been buying a mojito from a stand close by. Something told me I could use the liquid courage for this encounter.

Daniel wouldn’t shut up about his mom and how she and his father were suddenly estranged before her demise. The elevator dinged. I was on the fifty-eighth floor. When the doors opened, I saw a woman waiting with a clipboard tucked against her chest. She looked like someone in her mid-forties. She then wore an unreadable expression and I was beginning to think if that was part of the training they gave them here. “Elena Rivers?” she asked. “Yes.” “I’m Patricia. Mr. Hart’s assistant. Follow me.” She turned immediately and started walking, with these quick steps that I literally felt I was jogging to keep up with her pace.

Patricia said. Patricia actually was not a bad person. She just felt that it was unfair. She felt that the Poole family has such a big and eminent family, so no matter what, her son could not be with such a woman. However, when she saw her husband being so heartless, Patricia simply could not bear to do it. After all, she was a woman, and only a woman would know the pain of another woman. Patricia had also been pregnant with a few children back then, but she just was unable to keep any of them. In the end, it was after taking a lot of medication and after Old Master Parker had carefully nursed her health that she gave birth to Ryan. Therefore, Patricia was able to understand women and their