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Emily charged forward like a little lioness, planting herself firmly between me and the event manager. She was wearing a pure white dress that was simple in design but crafted by one of Paris’s top designers for their exclusive children’s line. Clearly, James and Mia didn’t recognize it. James froze when he saw her, his face darkening instantly. “You have a child?” Mia gasped dramatically, covering her mouth. “Oh my gosh, so you’re already a mom, and you’re still so vain to wear a fake watch? Poor kid, she must be so ashamed of you.”

The only person who had told me I was powerful was my mother, and this woman right here. "Are you?" Her smile was mysterious. "Sometimes the greatest strength comes from the most unexpected places. Your wolf may be sleeping, but she's not gone." I froze, my gaze staring at her form sitting so curtly on the cushion like she hadn't just seen through me. How the fuck did she know? "How did you know?" I asked slowly. My heartbeat had increased at this point. But she chuckled, like she hadn't just seen right through me. "Sometimes, the best things are kept secret."

I ask. “Nothing.” “That’s not true.” “Drop it.” “I won’t.” Her breath comes faster now. Not from the running. From this. From me. “Why do you keep doing that?” she demands. “Doing what?” “Acting like you know what’s best for me.” Silence. Because now— we’re here. “You don’t,” she continues. “You don’t know what I need. You don’t know what I’ve been through. You don’t get to decide anything for me.”

Like something that had lived in her heart for years, waiting for this moment. “It’s called She Knew But She Waited.” The room fell silent again. But this time, the silence felt full. Full of understanding. Full of connection. Full of love. Ethan wrapped his arm around Maya’s shoulders as the children leaned closer, the distance between past and present dissolving completely. And Maya realized something beautiful: Her story had never been about heartbreak. It had always been about timing. About growth. About faith. About learning to let go so life could give her something better.

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Not only because my dad is one of the board of directors in the university, but with my brain I charmed her, making a spot for my very own self. We both were indulged in a conversation regarding the medical field. And I can bet my life, you can never have a conversation with her until you have knowledge about flying ants to launch spacecraft. A woman with a great mind and astonishing intelligence, who has the capacity to make you swab yourself if you mess with her. Nonetheless, it would not be astonishing when you realised the fact why I am her favourite. I top the charts with distinction.

"The maids here said you don't pay much attention to them before, so I am surprised you know my name" "Where did you heard that?" I curiously ask. She only works here for about six months so it means she wasn't here during my confinement. It's Rosetta who knows everything because as my Mom told me, she has been working for us since I was five years old. Yes, Rosetta is a bit old now, older than my Mom. "I heard them talking during lunch, they said you change a little these past few months" I lick my lower lip, staring at her with amazement "You don't look talkative, but here you are- has a lot of things to say" I smile.

"I know I have you figured out. You're more complex than the boys at school, but you're not exactly an enigma." "OK. Let's call it a quiz then. Tell me what it is that you think gets me off. Pass/fail." Her hands folded under her chin and she looked up at me with an almost condescending expression. No, not almost. Definitely condescending. "It's simple. Obedience." "Obedience? Tabitha, I never told you to-"

17th July --- “Ding dong I know you can hear me Open up the door I only want to play a little” A young girl was busy crouching on the ground as she taps the soil with a shovel three times in those three mounds of dirt that appears like Mountains of dirt and sands. She made sure it was the exact same size because, for her, everything should be organized and perfect.

Best friends are best friends for a reason. They tend to know you better than you know yourself, embrace your flaws and celebrate your triumphs and they know just how to pick you up when you need it. We may not have known each other since birth yet since she friended me on my first day at Hudson International Michelle and I have come to know each other inside out.