The flight from Manhattan to Italy was a rough three-hour journey, but to Clay, it felt like forever as he sat in the air cabin in the skies.Strangely, he felt calmer and more collected now than he did a few hours ago. Being this high up in the air was the closest he'd felt to his grandmother since he heard the heart-wrenching news. It was like his pain floated away and fond memories of him and Edith filled him.However, like the reality he had walked into that morning, his plane soon landed in Manhattan and he had to return to the real world. Here, things were not so tiny, the impending decision to head home to his family seemed like boulders at this time.What Clay really wanted was a night to just mourn his grandmother by himself before rejoining his family in their tough time.As he stepped down from the plane, a luxurious Mercedes S Class was already waiting for him. Mark pulled the suitcase following Clay and the driver quickly got out and opened the backseat for them, grabb
The next morning, as early as 5 p.m. Lorraine's intrusive thoughts woke her up.She immediately recalled Clay. Someone needed to watch over Clay, he couldn't be left alone at a time like this.Lorraine got up from her bed, threw a robe around her delicate body and walked into the bathroom with her phone on call with DianeDiane had become almost like a sister to Lorraine, when Diane saw her at the first family dinner, she knew Lorraine had some spunk, she could easily connect to.In no time, she quickly befriended Lorraine and took Lorraine herself by surprise. Diane just had a free spirit around people who had her energy. They started talking on the phone almost every day when Lorraine and Clay were still new in their contract marriage.FaceTiming each other at any moment was a habitual practice between them. Today, Lorraine and Diane were on FaceTime while Lorraine was brushing. Lorraine had thought Clay's younger sister would be the perfect person to babysit him.Lorraine spat out
Clay dressed quickly, eager to go back to his family home before he changed his mind. He picked up his phone from the table and texted Mark to meet with him in his lounge and prepare his things for leave.A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Clay was busy arranging some of his work and travel documents, and asked Diane to go check who was at the door. In his core, he already knew it was Mark, but his sister had always acted strangely uncomfortable around his assistant and Clay thought this was the perfect opportunity to play a cruel trick on her.However, Diane did not budge at first. She didn't see why she should have to entertain his room service or guest,"Diane…" Clay nudged her again"The door," he saidDiane stood still for a while and then with a sigh and tired groan, pushed off against the counter she was leaning on and walked towards the door.She turned and glared at Dennis for making her do this, even if it was something that required minimal effort.The tw
The road to The Winston estate brought back memories Clay thought he had buried.Since the last family dinner, he had not visited his family's estate.As the car drove through the long driveway that led to the massive steel gate of one of Manhattan's most beautiful and secured homes, tucked away in the far depths of the city, all Clay could feel was how this place never felt like home.He rolled down the window of the backseat allowing the soft breeze to bathe his skin with a refreshing feel as his mind returned to the letter his grandmother had written for him.Shortly, Mark pulled the car to a stop at the designated parking spot which was reserved for Clay."Huh," Clay scoffed, a little shocked and flattered that they still kept his space.Immediately he stepped out of the car, the guards rushed to him, welcoming and guiding him inside the house.From the corner of his eyes, he could see some of the workers at the estate murmuring and whispering. He did not need to think hard to kno
"To my son" Clay's father Joseph quickly raised a toast, shifting the tension that had brewed earlier to a softer and welcoming atmosphereThe rest of the elders gathered around the table, followed in raising their toasts and Clay was invited to join the dinner.However, he still felt reluctant. As good as it felt to finally be accepted and welcomed home by his family, his mind would not be at rest until he saw his grandmother's corpse.Even as it was sure as dawn, Clay still held on to the hope that this was all a huge nightmare he would soon wake up from, or a cruel prank to get him to come back home. And as morbid as it seemed, the only thing that could make him believe this was all real, was seeing his grandmother's corpse.At that point, seeing his hesitance, his mother pushed back her seat, stood up and calmly approached him."My son looks tired from his travels. I think he needs to get some rest first before rejoining us for the rest of the evening" Elaine quickly thought up a
"What are you doing here?!" Clay raged as he stormed towards his mother "Because you need to know the truth" Elaine replied sharply"I can stand you hating me, but I'm tired of you walking around with an image of me in your head like I'm some monster" She raged.At this point, Clay's countenance softened as he gazed at her with a confused stare"I'm not the most perfect mother, I know that, but I don't want for a moment for you to think that I ever abandoned you", "I was always around for you, even when it seemed like you didn't want either one of us. I was there for you!" She spoke angrily and then her voice started to break "You don't know what it was like Clay. You have no idea how it felt like seeing you spend every holiday, moment, experience, bonding with your grandmother.","I was supposed to be your mother yes! But what happened to you being my son?!","Whenever you needed advice on something, or support you went to your grandmother. Heck at some point I barely heard from
Clay had been gone for a few days now and everything seemed different. For a start, Lorraine and DeAngelo were fast becoming friends. She had nurtured his heart and given him the chance to deal with his trauma.That morning, Lorraine woke up to the sound of her friends moving towards the kitchen. The entire house was connected through a speaker system that allowed anyone to hear the faintest sound. "We need to run to the store and grab some more eggs" Lydia said, and then the sound of a box of cereals ripped open.Why did she even bother to want eggs? Lorraine thought. If anyone could live entirely on cereals, Lydia could.Lorraine got out of bed, went into the living room and sat by the fireplace, throwing her legs over the small footstool that Clay used to keep his papers.With a box of cookies in her hand, Lorraine decided to take the pressure off that morning.It was six thirty in the morning in Vienna, Italy, on the thirteenth day of August, exactly eleven days away from the Art
Lorraine returned to her room, sat on the bed and opened the email attachment Mrs Hughes sent to her. She took a deep sigh and began scrolling through it, page by page.Luckily for her, she had an eidetic memory so it took her about twenty minutes to go through the list and profile descriptions of all the important guests that were to show up.A few moments later, her phone rang again, however this time it was Clay.Immediately, her heart began to beat uncontrollably, Lorraine felt an overwhelming guitar engulf her that she hadn't reached out to him in days.Taking a deep breath, she pressed answer and sat up, placing her legs in a crisscross manner."Hi, love" Clay's calming voice entered her ears through the speakers. Lorraine immediately felt relieved, he didn't sound mad at her. What was even more puzzling, was the strange calmness that was exuded through his voice. She had spent these past few days occupied with her project, worried that Clay was a wreck, that when she heard how
It was a Saturday morning, exactly two weeks after the funeral, the morning air felt blissful as it sieved in through the open windows of their bedroom. Lorraine had moved back in with Clay and finally, they were living together as a couple. Earlier that week, Lorraine and Clay had renewed their vows and had a small ceremony, publicly announcing their marriage to the media. After everything that had happened, they figured that they wouldn't let anything else come in the way of them being together as a family. There was no reason to anymore.Clay had won over his family's affection, and Lorraine had reached the zenith of her career independently without Clay's help. She finally felt fulfilled and no longer felt belittled by being married to a man as famous, wealthy and influential as Clay Winston.Lorraine woke up that morning and found Clay still sleeping peacefully beside her lips parted in a smile.Slowly, she slid out under his arm, stood up and walked towards Edith's crib. Seein
Lorraine was appalled upon hearing her father tell her Jordan's funeral was the next day."Dad what do you mean his funeral is tomorrow?", she asked seeking confirmation "We don't think we should keep it for long, so we're going to do something small and intimate. Only a few friends and family" Elaine interjected sharplyLorraine was not satisfied with the arrangements, but this was her brother's funeral and she did not particularly want to argue. The faster Jordan was buried, the quicker she could mourn him and try to move on.Just then, Clay walked in and when he saw Lorraine, he hurriedly marched towards her and pulled her into a deep hug"How are you? How is she?" He asked with concern, and at this time her parents realized they had not asked about their grandchild"She's fine, she's healthy" Lorraine replied hastily and immediately her mother gasped in shock and covered her mouth, crying softly"Lorraine I'm so sorry I didn't ask. How is my grandchild?" She asked with curiosity.
Leaving a letter for Mrs Hughes was a lot easier to do, but here Lorraine was standing face to face with DeAngelo and couldn't find the words to say goodbyeDeAngelo sat on the stone bench outside, gazing at her quizzically, wondering why she had showed up unannounced after ignoring his calls and messages.After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, he asked with concern "Lorraine what's going on? Did you have a safe delivery?" "No, I mean yes, I did. The baby is fine, she's with the girls now" she replied sharply and then sucked in a quick breath and said"I came to say goodbye""Goodbye?" DeAngelo asked reflexively, stunned "You're leaving?" He added still in shockLorraine glanced at his face and said meekly "Yes. My family needs me" She said vaguely and paused. Shifting her gaze to DeAngelo's face, she saw that he still needed more context and hesitantly she said "My brother died yesterday. I'm going back home for the funeral and to be with my parents through it""I don't thin
The next day, Lorraine woke up to the sound of her beeping alarm. Opening her eyes, she groaned in exhaustion and the reality that her brother was now dead sank in again and the weight of it kept her under her sheets.Today was going to be her last day in Italy, and she never imagined this was the feeling she'd be leaving with.Having always known it would be tough to leave, she always believed it wouldn't feel that hard when she finally got back home to see the faces of everyone she loved. But now Grandma Edith was gone, and so was her brother.Lorraine tried so hard not to cry, but could no longer hold the tears that stifled in her eyes and at that time, she heard a faint knock on her door.Quickly, she got up, wiped the tears away and said "Come in" The doors swung open and revealed Caterina leaning pensively against the wall with a tired look on her face"Good morning" she uttered softly. The girls had spent all night taking turns to watch over the baby and as a result did not ge
Lydia and the girls were outside the hospital when Dr Ivan approached them. Elena was the first to spot her and immediately hurried towards her "Is she alright doctor?" She asked frantically A small smile plastered on the doctor's face as she replied "Yes, she is. They both are""Why don't you go in? A nurse will come to take the baby away soon" She nudged and walked away. Instantly, the girls rushed inside the delivery room and saw Lorraine with a baby carefully wrapped in her palms. At first sight, they were all in awe by the view, but then when they moved closer, Caterina noticed that she was crying.At first, she assumed that Lorraine was just excited to have her baby. Slowly, with light footsteps, Caterina approached Lorraine and when she saw the baby, she gaped in awe."She's so beautiful," Caterina said softly. Lydia and Elena were on the opposite side of the bed staring at the baby, but suddenly they noticed Lorraine's sullen expression."Lorraine?" Caterina called on seein
"What?!" Caterina exclaimed I'm excitement. Immediately, she stood up and went over to Lorraine, helping her to her feet, and grabbed their papers "Ladies, what is going on here?" Mrs Hughes said authoritatively, seeing the girls disrupt her examination atmosphere."Ma'am Lorraine needs to go to the hospital, she's having a baby" Caterina replied helping Lorraine down the stairs. At that time, Lydia and Elena instantly got up and followed.When they reached the front of the hall, Mrs Hughes walked over to them and got the papers. She then leaned towards Lorraine and said with a gleeful smile "Congratulations. Do not worry about the examination, I'll take care of it" The girls rushed to the SUV and brought it around immediately. Caterina helped Lorraine into the backseat and in a few moments, they were off to the hospital.The engine roared through the highway. Luckily, Lorraine already had the number of the doctor who attended to her when she was pregnant, Lydia quickly retrieved he
It was a week after the Art Convention ended. When Lorraine returned to the school, she was graced by a grand welcome, while some people were not happy that her honest speech could ruin the chances of their school winning, they ultimately admired her courage and what she did for them.That morning, Lorraine woke up and for the first time ever, she didn't feel the need to conceal her pregnancy. Pretty much, the entire school knew of it by now and it felt free.Spring was almost over, and it was hard for her to bid it farewell, much harder cause this was her last semester in the Art School before she'd have to return home.Lorraine had fallen in love with the city and its people, the different lovely personalities, their food, boat rides and most especially, the friends she had made.The thought of going back home was not quite as exciting as she thought it'd be. Over here, she felt like she was with people who spoke her language, people who understood the struggles of what it means to
The judges settled around 9:15 that morning, and shortly after the second round of the competition began. As usual, Davio Art School went first, their representative was a girl who was already shaking in her boots when she was called to the stage.Lorraine sat pensively, observing and studying the reactions, expressions and patterns which the judges used to examine artworks. In her head, she had cooked up a plan, but this would only work if she could find their emotional trigger and find a way to use it against their rules."Next up, Faun's Art School!" The announcer called. Grace was sitting beside Lorraine trying to trash talk and put her out of her game. She smirked as she stood up and walked to the stage. At that point, Lorraine's confidence was too high to be threatened. There was something more important at stake to be disturbed by what some posh art school girl thought of her.Grace took the stage and the timer began, thirty minutes! Thirty minutes to come up with something d
The day was bright and sunny. However, Lorraine woke up feeling clouded in her head. She had made a bold decision yesterday night to forfeit the award and the certificates that came with it, but now she wasn't so sure anymore.Her career's future and everything she ever wanted and worked hard for hung on that decision. She sat up and shook her head, dismissing the thoughts then walked into her kitchen and made herself something to eat.She needed a clear headspace to think, but just then she was interrupted by a knock on her door. Groaning in frustration, she marched towards it and opened it aggressively "What?!" And immediately regretted gee outburst"Mrs Hughes..." she blurted in shock"Good morning Lorraine," the lady said and brushed past her, entering her room. Lorraine remained frozen at the door for a few moments, then closed it and turned to Mrs Hughes. "Sorry ma'am, but what are you doing here so early?" She asked Mrs Hughes turned to her with a proud smile and said, "I c