"Ezra?" Isla raised her head to look at him, and truly he was standing there. "You see him too, right; this is in my mind." Elara leaned in and whispered to her sister, and she nodded. "Oh well," she said, almost yelling and looking up. "What are you doing here?" "I am here for dinner with my sister," she said playfully, waving the menu in hand. "What about you?" she continued. Ezra seemed uncomfortable as she shifted from one leg to another and then shook his head. "Well," he began and then stopped to clear his throat. She raised her eyebrow at him and wondered why it was so hard for him to just say that he was there for dinner. "You don't have to say it if it is that hard," she said and then smiled at him. "It's nice to see you anyway," she said, looking back down at her menu. She felt a bit fuzzy inside; why did seeing him do that to her? "It's not that I don't want to tell you; I just did not want you to hear like this." "Hear what?" Isla asked, being nosy and also because
"Ezra," Olivia-Marie nudged his side after she saw him spacing out. "Yeah?" he muttered, looking around. All the eyes of her six friends were firmly looking at him; they must have asked him a question, and the way they were looking at him indicated they needed an answer. He wondered how someone would have six closet friends and thought it was right. He wondered what their relationship was like. "Why are you spaced out so much?" one of the friends on a pixie cut asked. "He must be busy with work," Olivia-Marie responded, trying to create an impression that was the reason he was so spaced out. "Can you give us a minute?" she asked, sliding off the chair and asking him to follow her. "Don't take more than a minute," another friend yelled as they walked away. All the other girls began laughing, and Ezra knew it was an annoying joke he might never be able to get, and he was not ready to be bothered by it."Definitely," Olivia-Marie said before walking faster. She found a spot where th
"Why are you coming back alone?" the girl with the pixie cut asked as Olivia-Marie approached the table. "Yeah, something urgent came up so he couldn't stay longer." Olivia-Marie lied as she slid back into her chair. "Did you guys make out at the back?" another girl asked, pointing to the direction she was coming from. "What are you saying?" Olivia-Marie pretended to blush as if something had really happened. She could not let these girls know that she and Ezra's relationship was rocky and not what they thought. At first, they always thought that she was making him up since there was never any evidence. No pictures, no gifts, no physical boyfriend to show, and now that he had shown up, they were a bit convinced, even though some of them still had doubts about it. Olivia-Marie had always wanted to prove she would be the first to get married in their crew, so it would not be unlikely that she was staging the whole thing. "I thought he would stay a bit and maybe pick up the tab," t
"Sooo...""Isla, can you please not talk about Ezra?" Elara said that because she knew that was what her sister was about to bring up. "Oh my gosh!" Isla exclaimed as if something surprising had happened. "How did you know what I wanted to talk about?" "Because before we left the restaurant, you have been itching to talk about it." "But still, how do you know what I was about to talk about?" Isla asked, still shocked at her sister's skills. "The same way you were able to know that that one out of those girls at the table was getting married." Elara closed her eyes and rested her head, and the car went slowly over the express. Elliot's one rule for all of his drivers was driving within the minimum speed. "I just don't understand it," Isla said as if she were talking to herself when in reality she just wanted to know why her sister and Ezra broke up. They were the perfect high school couple. The school they went to was only for the rich and wealthy, so when Ezra confessed to Elar
Ezra walked into his room with his tie that was always perfect but was now scattered on his neck and his hair disbelieved. He was holding his suit jacket in hand and looked like he had been drinking even though a drop of alcohol had not dropped on his tongue in weeks. He threw the jacket in hand to the bed and sat on it slowly. He had been searching for years, and yet Elara had not turned up. Why was she turning up just a few months before his wedding? When he saw her, all the emotions he had when she broke up with him eight years ago came rushing back. Elara was the first woman he had looked at and liked, and it had stayed that way. When he finally worked up the courage to ask her out, it was a relief that she felt the same way. They were kids according to their parents, but he thought it would stay the same way forever until the day after graduation."I waited a day after graduation to do this," she murmured as they sat in the garden of her house. "And I said we should do this ou
Elara fell to the bed. She stared at the ceiling, and all of the stars she put there when she was young had fallen out except for one that still stood in the middle. She stood up and switched off the light so the glow from the sticker could fill the room.She fell back as she stared at the sticker. "I guess one star isn't enough to glow," she whispered to herself. As she closed her eyes, the image of Ezra filled her mind, and no matter how she tried to refocus her attention on something else, all of her efforts were wasted.She had thought she had forgotten him; she thought he was in her past; she thought she had moved on and was in love with Micah. It made her really begin to question all she knew: did I really love Micah, or was he a way for me to forget the lingering pain that leaving Ezra had caused?She remembered, crying her eyes out, after telling him that she wanted to break up. Her heart was wrenching into tiny pieces, but she still believed that she had done the right thing.
"Dad, Mom," Zara said as she walked into the house. Sarah glanced at the clock and shook her head. She wanted to reprimand her daughter, but it was too late at night for them to begin to throw words back and forth at each other. If her daughter was out working and not partying, then she would not have a hard time allowing her to come back to the house at this time. "Where is Dad?" Zara asked, looking around the dim living room. Sarah was catching up on her favourite shows. "He is in the room," Sarah replied gently. She had wanted to ignore her daughter, so she did not feel the need to talk to her. "I will get him; can you please turn that off?" "What?""Can you turn off the television?" Zara asked as if she were the mother. "And why should I do that?" Sarah asked."Can't you act like a mother for once?" Carlos asked, coming into view. "Like a mother? And what is that supposed to mean?" Sarah asked, whipping her head in the direction of her husband. "If she is asking you to turn
"I have not yet introduced anyone to him yet, but I told him that I was a Quinn." "A Quinn?" Sarah asked confused. The name struck a bell in her mind, but she could not quite put her hand on it yet. She shook her head as it all came to her. "A Quinn? Your dad's boss?" she asked, her voice going up. "They have a daughter who has been missing for years now, and no one knows what she looks like." "And why would you do something like this?" Sarah asked."I am sure she has a plan, so maybe you let her...""A plan? What kind of plan do you think it can be? There is no justification for this madness," Sarah said, standing up as she began to pace around. "She lied; she is a Quinn to Amy, a rich man, I suppose. What then would happen after the wedding when he finds out that you aren't who you say you are?" Sarah could not believe that her husband. If she was not her daughter, she would have sworn that she put some kind of black magic on her husband to make him act the way he was. He would
Elara turned to Micah with a smile on her face. She was not supposed to be smiling or even standing there at his wedding. "Why were you sitting beside the Quinn family?" his voice was laced with unmistakable bitterness. She ignored his question because she knew he would call her a liar if she told him the truth, she had to show him by herself. "You were wedding and since we were together for a long time I decided to come with my family and offer my congratulations" "Your family?" Micah realized that during their time together she never saw his family or heard anything about them. "Yes my family, come I will introduce you," she said turning and walking over to where her family stood. Micah was curious. If they had broken up why would she come to his wedding and be smiling so broadly, also why would her family take time out of their busy day to attend his wedding? As he watched her go, he could not deny that there was something different with her, as if she had a sudden glow-up with
"We can't do that!" Zara said in a loud tone as if she were asked to do something illegal. Now her legs were shaking in fear."Why not?" If they are here already, then he might as well walk you down the..." "Let us just leave it be the way it is," she said in a tone that was asking him not to argue with her. He pressed his lips down and nodded."After the wedding, we are going to have to talk about this," he said and she agreed. They were going to have a lot to talk about after the wedding but she was not going to let herself be worried; when they got to the bridge, they were going to cross it. He turned and left, meeting the staff at the door; she claimed to have given them privacy when in fact she stood there and listened to their entire discussion. She pulled the same smile she had been carrying when she saw him come out. "Are you ready to go in now?" she asked and he nodded. He wanted to ask her why she eavesdropped but he just dropped it since there was no big deal in it. "Oka
"Are you feeling nervous?" Zara asked her husband-to-be, who sat beside her; his legs were shaking vigorously. It seemed like she needed to ask him that. "Of course not," he said, shaking his head. They were in the waiting room waiting to be called in. They were going to march in separately since her father was not there to march her in; she felt a bit sad that she was depriving Carlos of the opportunity to walk her down the aisle but if she was going to give him a better life by marrying this way, then it was best for her to do so."Tell that to your legs and your face. You look like you are constipated," she said and then laughed at him. The situation was supposed to be reversed after all; she was the one who was deceiving him into getting married; she should be afraid to go out there in case she was embarrassed. The door opened and standing there was a staff member; she had a smile on her face; she was there to call Micah. Sir, you can come out now while we prepare to come out to
"What are you saying?" Elliot looked up. If he was being honest, he was glad that his son was free from her grip, but it was still sad to see both his children heartbroken at almost the same time. He bit his lips and held his head down."She came back and told me that she fell in love with a man she met out there while she was volunteering and that she cheated on me with him and she does not love me..." "As if we did not already know that," Isla murmured. "Isla!" Clara said, trying to caution her daughter. It was true but now was not the right time to say anything like that. Ronan truly loved her and it must be hurting him deeply. "It is not as if I am saying anything that is a lie," Isla mumbled, dropping her phone to the table and raising her head to her brother. "I know that you feel like shit now but..." "Enough!" Elliot said, stopping her before she could get to the end of that statement. "Okay if you say so," she said, raising her hand in the air as if it were their loss fo
"What took you so long to get down here?" Clara asked as Ronan finally decided to join them down for breakfast. "I guess we can start now." Elliot had stopped from beginning breakfast until Ronan joined them downstairs. Clara had been a little bit angry at his actions; she sent three different house staff to go check on him and even went by herself yet it took him a while to get down. She was a bit worried but it was all laced with anger. Ronan was not one to delay them like that in the morning; in fact, he was the one who always waited on them the other morning, and Eliiot made them hold their hands and say grace before they started eating. Ronan cleared his throat; he knew that Chole was going to be fast to let the media know about what had happened and even though he felt like his mind was spinning out of control, he had to tell his family about it before they heard from somewhere else. "I want to say something," he suddenly said, causing everyone to pause as if someone was cont
Ronan finally was able to gather all of his courage and walk out of the restaurant after sitting at his table for a while. While sitting there, he had gone through all the emotions that felt negative that he could feel. He had first of all thought that this was a prank and that she was going to come bursting out the door any moment later and then point out the cameras and laugh in his face. He would feel a little bit hurt but he would understand why she had to do it even if she said it was for fun. When it was obvious that it was not a prank, he felt his throat feel tighter than ever; he held his hand by his side and shook his head. How was he supposed to continue his evening after hearing such a piece of news like this?He began to feel a kind of sadness as he began to think of what he might have done that could cause her to want to break up with him so easily like that. He bit down on his lips, hoping to feel some kind of pain. Maybe if he was able to make his lips bleed, the pain
"I want to break up." The words rang in his ears continually and he could not shake it off. He shook his head, hoping that his body was playing a prank on him and making him imagine all of this. "What?" His voice came out croaked. He looked around and the restaurant was packed. Maybe this was a prank and she was doing this just to see his reaction. He touched the ring box in his pocket; he planned to give it to her today and demand that they get married as soon as they could. "I said we have to break up," she said again, not shaking; it was almost as if she had planned this before now. "That is not possible. how can we break up? We are set to get married," he said, shaking his head. "See, I even got a ring for you," he said, his hands shaking as he reached out to his pocket. He took out the box and she read the name across the box. Timeless vows.Any woman would want to be proposed to with a ring from them. She looked up at him slowly. "Why are you bringing out a ring when I am tel
Ronan was a bit too excited; he had not seen Chole since she left the country about a year ago. At first, they spoke over the phone constantly but then after a while, the communication reduced so much that he did not know what to do. He tried his best to continue reaching out and sometimes all her responses were one word. He was fine with all of that as long as he was able to know that she was doing fine. He wondered why she reached out to his assistant and not him but he was glad to know that she was doing okay. He stopped over at a flower shop and picked up flowers. She had made the reservations so he did not need to worry about anything regarding what they were going to eat. He got to the restaurant early and sat to wait for her. Since she was back from the compulsory trip she took, they could finally get married. He remembered how it all happened a year ago; she had been caught red-handed and high on drugs in a club during a police raid. Somehow images and videos got out and so
"Are you sure you will be able to let go of him and come to me?" Ephiram asked as his hand was under Chole's head. She was turned into him with her hand tracing his chest. "Why won't I be?" Chole asked, raising her head to try to capture his face. Of course I can," she added, but he said nothing. "Why did you ask that?" "You and Ronan have been known as a couple for a very long time and from what I gather, you both love each other," Ephiram replied. "Ronan loves me." "What about you?" "I only love one man and trust me, I am going to break up with him when we meet tonight." "You love one man? What man do you speak about?" he asked, holding her body close and trying his best to stare into her eyes even though it was one of the most difficult things he had tried to do. "Oh, the man sure knows himself and there is no need for me to try and explain it to him," she replied and he chuckled. "I am so glad that you took that trip," he said and she raised her head. "Same here; at first