Luna added blueberry flavor to the batter in the bowl in front of her, she added the remaining ingredients, in the right order and the right quantity. She didn’t need a measuring cup or any sort of measuring instrument, she knew the process and procedure by heart already. She did all of it mechanically though, her head and heart not in what she was doing, but somewhere else. Somewhere far.She was in her mother’s house, her body, that was. She had gone home to bake with her mother, as was their custom, their mother-daughter ritual, sort of. Luna knew her mother was staring at her, she could feel her gaze on her. She was beside her in the kitchen, while Luna was making blueberry pie, her mother was making pumpkin pie. She knew her mother would have already keyed in to the fact that there was something on her daughter’s mind by now, Luna knew she had come to her mother partly because she wanted her to know. She was conflicted, talking to Rita about Justin and her feelings for him h
Luna frowned at her mother. “What do you mean ‘matters of the heart’? She doesn’t want it to be matters of the heart, she wants it to be out of her heart. She wants it to be out of her heart, her head, her mind, everything. She doesn’t even want to think about him, she wants nothing to do with him, she just wants him out of her life.”Mira raised an eyebrow at Luna as she finished her rundown.“She may want all that, but that doesn’t mean that’s what she’s going to get though,” Mira said calmly, giving her an equally calm look.Suddenly frustrated, Luna threw her hands up, splattering batter all over the kitchen counter.“Well, why doesn’t she get to have a say in the matter? It’s her life! It’s her goddamn life and yet, she’s being pulled in a thousand different directions without having a single say in it.”Mira, with that same calm, removed her hand from the dough in her own bowl, she went to the tap underneath the cabinet in the kitchen and washed her hands.“Don’t curse on
Getting home from her visit with her mother, Luna made her way straight to the bar in her kitchen. She poured herself a generous glass of wine and sipped as she slid her shoes off her feet. She swirled the wine in her glass, closing her eyes for a bit as she let the tension of the day roll off her shoulders.She thought of her workload for the next day; the meetings she needed to arrange, the drop-ins she needed to be present for in about three of her companies branches, the forms she needed to sign and the orders that had to be approved.Luna was aware of the fact that everything she had just listed in her head may seem daunting and overwhelming to other people, but to her, it was bliss. She cocked her head and squinted her eyes a little. Well, maybe ‘bliss’ was a strong word, she thought to herself after considering it, but it was close to it. It was routine, it was work, and as of right this moment, it was her life’s purpose. It gave her a reason to get up in the morning, a rea
One hour later, Luna and Ashley were both seated on the couch in Luna’s living room. They had a blanket thrown over both their legs, and they were both reclining lazily, their shoulders brushing. Luna had changed from her office wear to casual sweatpants and oversized tee that said ‘Karma is a cat’ in big bold brightly-colored glittery purple letters. Her hair was packed up in a messy bun. Ashley was dressed almost similarly, except her oversized tee just said ‘Bitch!’ simply, in big bold black, also glittery, letters. Her hair was packed into a messy ponytail.Both sisters laughed at a funny scene on the television screen they were watching.“I just love the way Phoebe always gets Ross every time,” Luna commented, laughing. “It’s not even hard for her.”Ashley laughed too. “And that frustrated/confused look on his face when she teases him? Priceless!”Both sisters fell into fits of laughter again. Luna glanced sideways at Ashley, whose eyes were still shining with her laughter
The next day, Luna walked into the studio space of Honor’s fashion company. Models of different sizes walked about, camera crews and makeup artists set up their equipment. The studio was a buzz of activities, the informal show of the outfits that were going to be showcased in the gala, to the investors now, obviously hadn’t started yet.Luna looked around, taking in the whole place and the way Honor worked. She was forced to admit to herself that it was all very impressive. State of the art equipment, top of the line props and stage sets, ridiculously expensive furnishings, yet tastefully elegant. All, and more, were present in the studio. Honor hadn’t spared any expense, and given the compatibility in which the models were with everything around them, it looked like she never did.A model walked past Luna, she was tall, slim and lean. Her dark skin glowed with the oil subtly gleaming over her arms, she had on a tank top and fitted leggings, her hair was straight, and long, like the
The two women turned their heads to stare at each other. The show continued, lights flashed, music played, everything continued on around them. Honor’s eyes were a little hard now, the light tone had left her voice too.“You know it has to be,” Honor added.They stared at each other a minute more, and then they both turned to look towards the stage again.“Turns out that was all the incentive Jess needed,” Honor continued, the hardness that left her voice again. “She designed most of these outfits here.”Luna knew Honor hadn’t meant for her to hear it, probably because she didn’t know it herself, but Luna heard the note of subtle pride in Honor’s voice anyway as she talked about her employee’s work.“They are impressive,” Luna said, referring to the designs.“They are,” Honor agreed. The two women didn’t say anything for a while.“Justin and I are happy,” Honor finally said. She turned to look at Luna, Luna looked at her too. “I know you will say that is none of your business
Maybe it was the emotional stress of her morning at Honor’s company, or the equally emotionally taxing conversation and ride with Rita back to her own company, Luna wasn’t sure what it was, but she found herself feeling dogged and tired throughout the rest of the workday.She tried to get through meetings and conference calls, her schedule, which was pretty standard for a usual workday, had seemed daunting and way too long. It was as if the day had been dragging its feet and the hours had been creeping and crawling till she was sure time was standing still. Luna rubbed a hand over the back of her neck to ease the tension there. She didn’t know why she was feeling so tired, she hadn’t done anything strenuous or taxing throughout the whole day. She let out a tired sigh and placed her head on the headrest of the backseat of her car as Matt finally drove her home later that night. She closed her eyes, emptying her mind of any thought. It was a relaxation technique she had learnt from
Luna was still thinking ‘oh shit’ as the next day rolled in. She rolled out of bed, she hadn’t slept well. Tossing and turning, her mind had been filled with the very huge possibility that followed her missing period. She could be pregnant.“Oh God,” Luna muttered to herself as she made her way to her bathroom.Dressing up and getting ready for the day became mechanical. Her mind carefully blank, she brushed her teeth, got unto the shower, showered, got out. Still acting on auto, she dried herself, picked out her outfit for the day, got dressed, accessorized. Because of years and years of doing it, she applied her makeup still without thinking about it, a light, breezy makeup. She put her hair in place, applied finishing touches, and finally ready for the day, she stared at herself in the mirror of her vanity dresser.“Oh God,” she muttered again as she felt a flutter in her belly.She knew it was just nerves and probably just the result of her unsettled stomach, but the thought
“I want to say thank you to everyone for coming,” Logan said into the microphone. The gala had been going on for hours now, it was starting to wind down, towards the end. He was giving his speech as Chairman of Lake Industries. “This would not have been successful without you all,” he continued. “I consider you all family, but I would like to thank my family, the one that I made. Both my sons, Justin and Brian, I am proud of you both. This Gala would not have been successful without you both, I love you.” He raised a toast towards Justin and Brian. “And to the ladies who stood by their side, and not just stood, but did their part in making this a success, Luna and Ashley,” he raised his glass towards Luna and Ashley, he smiled, “I love you. You are the best additions this family could have ever asked for, and my sons are lucky to have you in their lives.” He paused. “Love makes the world go around, without it, we would be lost, and I am glad that you four have found your way to ea
Luna stood in front of the full-length mirror, she placed a hand over her bump, and stared at her image. She smiled as she felt Justin’s arms wrap around her midsection. She leaned back and rested her head on Justin’s chest, she sighed as he started nibbling on her neck. “Can’t we just stay in and not go?” she asked, tilting her neck even better for Justin’s mouth to have access. Justin stopped nibbling, he looked at the mirror, meeting her eyes. “You are a witch,” he murmured. Luna laughed. “What? It’s just a suggestion,” she said, trying to look innocent. “Yeah, a suggestion that you know I am one hundred percent for,” Justin replied. “Hell, I suggested it an hour ago, and what did you say?” Luna closed her eyes. “We really should go,” she echoed her own answer. “That’s right,” Justin murmured, his mouth already muffled against the side of her neck again. Luna sighed, she twined her fingers with Justin’s on her stomach. “I was an idiot,” she murmured. Justin ma
Present. Now Luna was mad. When the article was released, while they were preparing for the press conference, during the press conference, Luna had been sick all through. But now that the press conference was over, she was mad. She had kept her calm all through the press conference. Even when the questions had turned personal and her answers had left her a little hard to breathe, Luna had kept her calm. Rita had arrived just few seconds after the press conference started, she had stood behind the interviewers, facing Luna. And she had been showing her markers with her hands, thumbs up when she was doing good and stuff like that. That had helped to keep her calm, that, and the solid presence of Justin behind her. He had stood behind her chair, no word, no interruptions, just the occasional squeeze of her shoulder. Quiet support, and steady, even gentle, backing. And then Moira had walked in. The press conference had been nearing its end by then, Luna had watched as Rita had f
Flashback Luna sat on the sofa in the living room, staring at nothing. Moira was in front of her, pacing and reprimanding her about something. Luna wasn’t sure what, she hadn’t been listening when Moira started, she wasn’t listening now, and she simply just didn’t care. She didn’t have the energy to care, she barely had the energy to be seating here as she was. She just wanted to lie down. For the past two weeks now, that was all she had been wanting to do. Just lie down, preferably in a dark quiet corner, but at this point, she would take anything she could get. But she wanted to lie down, pull a thick, dark cover over her head, and just go to sleep. She wanted to sleep, and go on sleeping, she wanted to sleep for a long period of time. And whenever she thought of the concept of waking up from that sleep, she didn’t like it. Her heart sunk at the thought of waking up, and having to face all of this again. If she woke up, she had to sit up, she had to stand, she had to walk, she
The next day, the whole issue with Honor took a back seat in Luna’s mind as she found herself with an entirely different, and bigger, situation on her hands. Another article was leaked, this one about her father. It dug up the old news about her father, and the issue he had with Lake Industries, the debacle that had brought Luna to New York and to Justin. The article was all about rehashing what her father did, how he ‘betrayed’ Lake Industries for a handout, and how he disappeared from the grid because of his shame. His name, face and story were plastered all over the news article. Even her mother and sister were not left out, Mira and Ashley’s faces and names were printed in it too. Feeling sick about it all, Luna pressed a hand to her stomach, she stood still, trying to get in a deep breath. She was at home, people were in the house, Justin had called an emergency press conference immediately the news had hit the media. Camera men and their crew were moving about the living
“I really needed that,” Luna said two hours later, as she and Justin walked back into the studio. Justin wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Which part?” Luna laughed, she swatted his arm playfully. “The food and nice view part, you pervert.” Justin shrugged. “Hey, you sounded like you enjoyed the other part very much too when we were doing it.” Luna laughed again, she shook her head. “You’re an idiot.” “An idiot you were screaming his name,” Justin leaned down and whispered into her ear. Luna looked up at him, her eyes widening. “Justin!” Somebody cleared their throat behind them, Justin and Luna both turned at the same time to look. The smile and teasing glint in her eyes were still there when Luna’s eyes met Honor’s. “Honor,” she said, startled. She sobered up immediately, Honor looked at Luna, like she focused on her like she was determined to act as though Justin was not there. Luna felt the freeze, but somehow she felt like Honor’s acknowledgement of her was not part
One week later. Luna rubbed the kinks out of her neck, she had been stuck going through things that needed to be put in place for the Gala, all morning. All week too. Ever since Honor pulled her company out of the Gala event, there had been slacks in the work that needed to be done. Both in the parts that Honor had taken up to do, and in the aspects that her company had been taking care of. The fashion aspect. “These are really good,” Luna commented, looking at the design sketches that had been left by Honor and her company before she left. “Yeah,” Temperance, the assistant working with Luna on deciding the fashion angle for the Gala, said beside her. “Miss Kosarin and her people really worked hard on it, they worked almost round the clock too. It was like there was some competition or something.” Luna knew better that Temperance just what she was saying. From the first day they had met, she and Honor had both known there was going to be a competition between them. They had
Present. Luna and Justin were both in Justin’s car, they were driving after Honor. After her announcement, Honor had dropped the mic and immediately left the party. Moira had been livid, she hadn’t shown it, of course, or at least not in an explosive way. She hadn’t screamed or shouted, or done anything of the sort. Even in the face of what someone like Moira would probably term the greatest betrayal of all time, she still hadn’t lost control. She hadn’t shown her anger to the guests or given them a show that they could go talk about to the blogs. No matter her personal feelings towards Moira, Luna had had to admit that she found that impressive. But even with her composure, Luna had known she was angry. In fact, it had been very obvious to her, and no doubt to her family members too. She saw the look Justin, Logan and even Brian, had exchanged when it happened. The vein that had popped out on Moira’s forehead had been the first tell, followed by the twitching at the corner of
Flashback. “So you’re saying there’s nothing you can do?” Brandon asked the lawyer. Luna was in her room, the room she shared with Justin, although ‘shared’ was a strong word for how much time Justin actually spent in the room with her these days. Luna shook her head to shake off those thoughts, thinking about the ever increasing distance between she and Justin for the past month would only just make her depressed. And she didn’t have the time or head space for that. She refocused her attention on the matter at hand. She was in the room, her mother and father were on a call with her, Luna stared at their faces on the laptops screen. A man was seated beside her, Carl James, her lawyer. He was a low budget lawyer, the type she had been able to afford on her own, hers and her parents, that is. She couldn’t tap into the generous money Justin kept depositing into her account almost every day. And she couldn’t do that because she couldn’t very well use his money to hire a lawyer who