Arabella. I carried my tired and battered body out of the grocery shop to my car, the bag of foodstuff in my hands didn’t do well to help me. It added more burden than relief to me. I let out another sigh as I placed the three bags in one hand and then tried to open my car door with the other. It
Arabella. I found myself making the croissants and vegetable salad just as they requested, I couldn’t disagree more not after Ashton threatened me with cutting the funds. Ashton decided to also eat from the croissant. I mixed the dough and rolled it as I stared at the wall clock. It was almost eig
Arabella. Morning came too quickly and although I still needed much sleep I carried my tired self to the kitchen. I prepared breakfast for them, didn’t care to ask what they wanted to eat, and microwaved the croissants; that’s if they wanted any. I did all of this before any of them would wake up,
Arabella. I got to the cafe before seven thirty and without even bothering to clean up I went straight to the back store to start preparing the customer's order. I was done a couple of hours later and my heart felt full that morning knowing I brought a smile to my customer's face. They liked it
Arabella. “Miss,” The lady glanced up at me with obvious worry in her eyes. “Is the dress too tight?” I quickly removed my hand from my abdomen and offered an apologetic smile. The last thing I want to do is ruin this and whatever Ashton has planned for us. I’m supposed to be happy and not killin
Arabella. Throughout the whole day, I was thinking Ashton was perhaps taking me somewhere romantic to have a nice date with me. I was thinking that he wanted to reconcile with me and get our relationship right back on track but who would have thought that none of those things were what he was plan
Genevieve. The whole world slowed down around me as my eyes connected with those green piercing eyes again after what…..has it been ten years now or more? I can never forget the face of the man who I was so in love with back in high school, the man who I thought was the one for me. I couldn’t bel
Arabella. I’ve felt this before. This heart-racing, breath-stopping body-numbing sensation. The moment when your whole world has been ripped away from you and you’re suddenly falling, knowing there’s nothing at the bottom to catch you. Save you. Feeling like the whole breath inside you has been kno