SYDNEY'S POVGrace asked the moment I dropped the phone with brows creased her eyes alight with curiosity. "Did I just hear you say Sandra?" The name dripped from her lips with so much contempt, "Why was that name uttered in your conversation with Mark? Make it make sense."I placed my phone on the
"Now that's an exaggeration," I laughed and simultaneously took a seat and he half sat on the edge of the table.I carefully placed the flower on my desk and turned to him. He entwined our fingers and for a few seconds, we both just basked in a comfortable silence.Then it occurred to me to ask him
I got dressed in a simple little black dress, my feet were clad in nude heels with a matching purse. I part my hair in two and let each side frame my face. Lucas was finely tucked in a fine tuxedo - we decided to match colors so his tuxedo was black, with a nude shirt underneath.My and Lucas' arms
I suddenly felt a feeble cool air on my neck. I turned to see Sandra flaunting an exquisite antique fan as she fanned herself with it.I scoffed inwardly and looked away. "It isn't even hot," I muttered under my breath."What?" Sandra immediately chimed. "I didn't hear you well, did you say the fan
As he rose from his seat, holding out his hand for me, he said, "By the way, when you see anything you fancy among the displayed items, let me know."I passed him a sweet grin, "Alright."When I out my hand in his,I suddenly realized that I didn't want to leave like that. I wanted to give Sandra som
"And look at this beauty!" The auctioneer's voice broke through my erratic train of panicky thoughts."The starting price for this one is Two hundred thousand dollars, nothing less."I knew the auctioneer was still talking but my mind didn't register any of his words. I could not get that glare that
I scrolled through my notifications bar, checking for any important mail or notification when I saw Bella's calls that I missed. Since I had nothing to do and I was in a place where there was no noise, I decided to call Bella.It was as if she had been expecting my call; she picked up instantly and
I pressed my palm on the partition, willing it to swallow me as Mark intently stared at me in silence, the rage on his face made my heart skip beats. I could almost hear the fast beating of my heart as I tentatively watched him, panicked."You're in the lady's restroom," I uttered helplessly. Perhap