Two weeks came and passed in a blur- not exactly a blur, for Arya, it was the worst time of her life. She was bouncing between video calling her friend, Wanda, gosh, she wished she was there. She called Axel, that guy almost shot her off the roof with his 'Jesus, you are dating Devon Brookes?'She introduced Axel to Wanda all in a video call, oh bless those people who invented those stuffs. And finally, two weeks were gone, but today, she couldn't say any less that it would be fun because she was attending a wedding party.She hated weddings, oh she loved it for the couple, at least, they already fell in love and sealed their bonds, she hated weddings because of the stares, and thank goodness, her mother wasn't here, if not. She would be explaining how she knew Devon Brookes, that she wasn't the least bit ready to explain.However, Devon took her as his date, she couldn't be happier. She even set Wanda and Axel as a date for this wedding, just by remembering their scowling faces when
Clara dragged Anna to the wedding, even though she knew her friend doesn't like weddings, she thought it was good that Kelvin wasn't tagging along, so she took Anna as her date.Today, she knew that she would see Axel, and maybe then she would be able to strike a good conversation, so she wore her best lipstick, the one that was pink, it dazzled in her lips perfectly, also, she wore the best gown her sister, Cara had picked for her. Having a Denver sister who was good with fashion paid out in its own way.Her sisters, Claire and Cara had encouraged her, well, not encouraged since their words were quite dirty."Ugh. Clara. I would rather be at home than being here." Anna huffed a breath, stomping her feet with her high heel, that she just had to wear."It's going to be okay." Clara's eyes darted around, they both stood at the far end of the party, she could hear the soothing music, why in the hell was her brain acting so feverish? She agreed with Anna. She didn't like people, she never
When Arya was young, she wanted to be countless things, she wanted to be a writer, then, she switched it to a superhero, then she wanted to skydive for a living, even though her elder sister had called her dumb for that. Yeah, she would never forget about that.And, then her mother told her she could be anything she wanted to be: So, she decided that she would be a fashion designer, because whenever she drew designs, it brought a certain kind of flutter to her heart, a good one actually.Getting fired in Clara's clothing plaza made her lose her zeal, she forgot about everything that mattered, she didn't even tell her own mother about the job, then, she got a job in Axel's line, and she was going to be like a manger. Someone who held high hopes in the company.She would do what she loves best, drawing designs, helping out with the sewing, and the best part of it. People were going to wear her own designs, just by thinking about all those made her heart giddy."You are going to do well.
The day had been fun for Arya, for one, Axel showed her around, and everyone was just as sweet as he was, except some were a little tiny bit grumpy. She liked grumpy peeps anyways, so she just let it slide.Imagine, when Axel was introducing her to the crew."Hi. This is Arya, she will be this department's fashion manager."And, one had snickered, obviously the blonde and said. "Fuck you, Arya."Because her mother said words were words, Arya responded."Fuck you too."Axel praised her that whole day. Later one, seeing Devon Brookes had kinda added a whirl to her happiness, she didn't know why, but something bubbled in, that feeling was warm. Nothing like whenever she saw Kelvin, but still, she loved that feeling.And when he said ring shopping, she thought he was kidding, but he wasn't. He literally took her to the best ring shop in all of New York, alongside Daphne.Whatsapp group chat: Best friends chat.*Emma changed the name to single best friends.*Arya: Okay, who in the hell cha
"I want you to meet someone." Devon Brookes extended his hand, attempting for her to grab it. She stared at the firm hand, before she placed her hand on it. It was hard yet soft to her fingers, she felt the surge that radiated her hand down to her spine. Exactly."Who is it?" She batted her eyelashes, taking a step into the restaurant, she scanned the whole arena secretly praying not to meet anyone."My cousin." He says, like it doesn't even affect him one bit."I am sure she will be lovely." Arya pressed her lips together into a frown, why on earth had she said lovely, there were other tons of adjectives to use. Delighted? Beautiful? What was wrong with her brain?He frowns. "Trust me. She's not lovely." He blows out air.Now, Arya wants to meet her more."Arya. Darling." Arya froze, she knew that voice belonged to her most lovely friend."Emma." She pushes, her teeth gritting, when Emma Roberts, the CEO of Imperial Restaurant was here. No one stands.The woman walked towards them w
Devon didn't like the expression on her face for a while. It made his heart tug really badly, who in the hell was trying to take Arya? He felt anger boil through his veins. He could see her from the side mirror, and damn, it felt like he saw some tears lingering there. He wants to be there for her, protect her, make her feel warm, but if someone was going to destroy that, he wouldn't mind destroying the person first.He drove the car, stopped the breaks as soon as he parked into their parking lot. He pushed the door open, before pulling hers.She came out, her face pale like a ghost, she was tugging at the hemline of her blue sweater, the sweater she most particularly wore every day.She gave him a faint smile, "Thanks for driving me. I will head in.""Arya." A force pulled him, he called out, scooting closer, before he scooped her into his arms for a hug, she felt so tiny, so innocent, so fragile. He stroked her hair, making sure to feel the texture, before whispering, "Anybody who
"You look stupid right now. Do you know?" Daphne clicks her lips together before whispering in a hushed voice.Devon had no idea when Daphne had started talking to him like they were 'friends' clearly this woman was fucking with him. What a joke."Last time I remembered. You work for me." He whispered, God. When did he started whispering to his assistant's ears?Daphne shut her mouth immediately, her eyes narrowing around. "Still, I find it kind of weird that you standing in front of your wife's workplace when it's not even closing time." Her small eyes grew bulger as realization kicked in. "Wait. Are you stalking her?"Deven could literally smack her right now, but for the purpose of self-respect, he just tucked his hands into his pockets and leaned against the car. "No. Daphne." He says quietly, "I am not stalking her.""Then please remind me why we are wearing sunglasses when it's not even hot. We are standing right in front of the company, and it's almost her break time." Daphne w
"Arya. You really don't have to do this." Devon's prickly, mild morning voice made her skin rinse up.When has breathing become this hard? Swallow, in and out.She pushed the bowl of batter, before squeezing the wooden spoon around her hand. "I insist, after all, you did bring me lunch yesterday." She would never mention the part of the note. She couldn't even imagine what he would say.He was quiet, his eyes scanning her rough morning hair, again she was not an early morning kind of person, she wondered why her hair always looked like a nest. Her face rough, and her pale silk nightgown that stopped right below her knee.He was already dressed, ready for the day, while she was sulking, trying to get the sausages out of the pan.He was rolling up his sleeve, his eyes never leaving hers."What are you doing?" She asked, mildly impressed but took the seconds to admire the biceps that poked underneath his shirt, her heart almost rolling out.What in the hell was wrong with her?He scooted