"Sure, go on ahead," Julian answered."why is the relationship between you and your family so estranged?"Julian stiffened at the question, then he sank further into the chair and cleared his throat. "It has always been like that," he said, his eyes drifting to Leslie to see if he would find pity, which he despised, but he was only met with her clear gaze urging him to continue. "My brother has always been the family's favorite, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. I'm not sure it has anything to do with me," he stated, scratching the side of his jaw.Leslie was once again overridden by heartache. She scooted closer to him and placed her hands on his, willing him to look at her. He didn't, and she knew why. This was the second time he was sharing something this personal with her, and she knew he didn't want her to see him vulnerable."Look at me, Julian," she cooed softly, and Julian finally pulled his gaze to her."I'm sorry you had to go through all this alone. I'm here any d
The hospital's elevator climbed up slowly as Leslie and Samantha waited patiently. Samantha turned to Leslie."You look different," she muttered, her gaze scrutinizing Leslie.Leslie straightened, feeling a tad confused. "I do?""I mean it in a good way, though. You're, uh, what's the word… aha, glowing!" she exclaimed, snapping her fingers. "You're glowing! Did you get married or a boyfriend, perhaps?"Leslie flushed, clearly not expecting the conversation to swerve in this direction. "I'm glowing? What the heck does that even mean?” She thought to herself "I ... I...""Oh, it's ok, I'm just messing with you," Samantha said, playfully nudging her shoulder. "You seem really happy and… content, though. I pray whatever it is, it keeps you happy," Samantha said."Aww, Sam, don't make me cry. I haven't even seen Dad yet," Leslie teased.Samantha croaked out a laugh. "You know, you have this ability to deflect an emotional moment with a joke, you cheeky rascal," Samantha drawled out, pinc
The orange and pink glows of the sunset cast a warm hue on the skyline. Seated at the back of his luxurious Bentley, Julian scrolled through his texts with Leslie, a small imperceptible smile on his lips. He had wrapped up the signing in Potomac quicker than expected, and now he was headed in the direction of LX Hospital, one of the most prestigious in the city.He still wondered how Leslie was able to admit her father to such an expensive hospital. The hospital was so luxurious that even his mother chose it for her regular Botox injections. He did some digging and found out that Eleanor had met Leslie there. *I wonder how long it took her to agree to this marriage. My mother is quite the persuasive one,* he thought.He looked back down at his phone, and an email popped up. It was from Phillip. “Sir, I think madam would love this. You should definitely invite her.”Julian opened the email and saw the contents, his brows pinching. *I don't usually attend things like this, but I think
"I said guess, you silly girl," Arthur chided."Aww, Arthur, you know I'm bad at guessing," Leslie whined, scrunching her nose."Oh, alright, let me tell you. I have managed to snatch you a ticket for the annual charity art gala in Tribeca," Arthur announced smugly.Leslie gasped, her brows shooting up. "Are you serious? Tribeca?!"Julian’s ears perked up at her words."Thank you so much, Arthur. I’m… I’m so grateful.""No need to thank me, little girl. It's a pleasure, really. I just need you to do something for me," he whispered."What is it? I'll do my best.""I want you to be yourself. Don’t try to fit in—you’re too outstanding to fit in, so don’t bother trying."Leslie’s nose reddened at his words. "I will, Arthur, don’t worry.""Also, bring along that boyfriend—I mean, friend—of yours too, okay?"Leslie looked over at Julian. He was still looking at her, his pools of hazel reflecting herself. Her cheeks tinged with pink."I’ll… I’ll ask him.""Okay, little girl, see you in two w
A week later, while having breakfast, Julian thrusted his black card into Leslie's hands. Leslie's eyes widened as she swallowed her mouthful of French toast."Julian, isn't this yours? Why are you giving it to me?""Yes, it's my black card. Lady P will be coming to pick you up to get fitted for a dress. The gala is in one week, and you don’t have a dress yet," Julian stated.Leslie snickered. "And who says I don’t have a dress? Have you seen my walk-in closet? I haven’t even worn 5 percent of all the stunning clothes in there. Aren’t you afraid of going bankrupt?!" Leslie asked, slightly nervous.Julian chuckled. "These butterflies are here again," Leslie thought as she watched in awe. Julian smirked at her reaction and leaned down. "I can assure you, Leslie, I won’t go bankrupt from just getting my wife clothes." Leslie's heart picked up as he said "my wife." He’d been using it when speaking to her these past few days, as if loving her reaction every time he said it."You… you kn
The interior of Lady P boutique was all soft colors, warm and inviting, with a sweet melody playing from a record player somewhere. The ambiance was lovely, and Leslie felt herself relaxing. Her hands were still in Julian's, his big hand enclosing hers. She remembered a statement Betty made in art school: "Big hands, big di-""What is wrong with me?" Leslie wondered, her whole face flaming hot."Are you alright?" Julian asked, noticing her flushed face."I'm okay," she squeaked.Vanessa suddenly came in between them, breaking their linked hands. "I'm so happy we get to spend time together!" she squealed, peering at Julian.Julian's eyes twitched. "I think you should shop on the other floor, Vanessa.""What? No way!, the dress I need is here!," Vanessa contended. She looked over at Leslie. "Please Leslie, convince him to let me stay, please!" Vanessa begged.Leslie had to bite her inner cheek to stop herself from snapping at Vanessa. Leslie shifted to Julian's side and linked their han
Finally, it was the day of the gala. Leslie, being Leslie, was in her studio as always, feeling apprehensive about the painting she'd made for the gala. “Is this even appropriate for the gala?” she muttered, biting her bottom lip in consideration. “Snap out of it, Leslie. Your art is beautiful, stop degrading yourself,” her inner voice argued.She blew out a breath and smiled. “Yes, my art is indeed beautiful. I'm sure they'll love it. It’s for charity anyway, it’s not like I’m going for a competition.”A knock sounded at the door. “Come in, it’s open,” she called out, and a maid came in. “Sorry to bother you, young miss,” she said with a bow.“It’s no problem. Adelaide, correct?” Leslie asked. “Yes, ma’am. I’m Adelaide. It’s almost 4 PM, and the master will soon be home. Don’t you think it’s time for you to get ready?” Leslie’s eyes widened. “Oh my god! I almost forgot that the gala starts at 7. Thank you for reminding me. Come on, let’s go,” Leslie mumbled, leading the way o
The flashing of cameras and voices of journalists were overwhelming. Julian stepped out of the limo and placed his hand for Leslie to hold onto. The journalists looked on in confusion, but then a soft, white feminine hand held onto Julian’s, and Leslie stepped out, a kind smile on her face. She looked around, her shoulders squared, and she looked like the epitome of grace and poise.Julian looked at her, his gaze filled with pride. She was nervously latching onto his fingers, but her expression belied nothing. He felt his heart fill at the effort she was putting in. The atmosphere quieted down for a few seconds; everyone was mesmerized by Leslie's beauty. Then, the voices resumed, everyone trying to inch closer to them. Thankfully, the bodyguards were doing their job very well.“Mr. Blackwood, who’s the absolutely stunning lady with you?”“Mr. Blackwood, over here, please! Who’s this pretty lady? Are you guys related? Is she your girlfriend?”“Mr. Blackwood, please answer us, Mr. Blac