Mabel was different. She was kind to Dianna and pretty soon made her comfortable as well. She shared Dianna's food with herself so that both of them could eat lunch together.She possessed a very good sense of humor, making Dianna smile every time."You know you can drop that sheepish grin," Mabel joked."Your tale is intriguing," Dianna shrugged, still forcing food into her mouth.Mabel shook her head, causing her blonde hair to fall over her face. Dianna took her time observing Mabel’s features. She was beautiful—the kind of beauty that made men turn and stare."If you don't stop staring at me like that, I might think you are gay," Mabel joked."I might as well give it a thought," Dianna replied, making Mabel roll her eyes."Flirt," Mabel teased."Want to see something?" she asked after they finished eating.Dianna nodded, and Mabel took her hand, leading her away.They stopped in the middle of an array of roses."A garden?" Dianna asked, looking around in awe."Yes. This is my mum'
Dianna stood frozen as a voice cut through the air."I'm sorry," the woman holding the tray said, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling glint.Dianna looked up, her gaze locking onto Ann, the source of the voice. The tray’s contents—deep red wine—had splattered across her dress, soaking the fabric."I did not see you there. that is, I did not see anyone there," Ann added, looking in the direction of Clinton. Her countenance changed immediately. "I did not mean to spill the wine on her. It fell from my hands."She walked closer, pretending to try to clean up, but rather went ahead and spread the stain, worsening it."Ann, stop it—you are making it worse," Mabel snapped."It's not like the dress looks expensive, so it shouldn’t be too hard to clean up," Ann muttered, sarcasm dripping from her tone.Dianna held her gaze, struggling to keep her composure. She searched for the woman’s true intentions but found only indifference."Mabel, please take Dianna to the bathroom so she can clean up
As soon as Dianna entered the living room, Clinton’s eyes met hers from across the room. His gaze lingered on her.His eyes trailed slowly over her, from head to toe, pausing just briefly enough that she noticed. When their eyes met again, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he turned away as if brushing off a thought.“Looks like Clinton’s more affected by you than he wants to show,” Mabel whispered in her ear before walking off toward Kelvin, leaving Dianna with that thought lingering. Affected by her?She glanced at Clinton again, but his attention was already elsewhere. Maybe Mabel was reading his expression wrong.Before she could cross the room after Mabel, Ruth stepped into her path. “I am really sorry, Dianna, for everything you've been put through. I should have prevented all this.”“None of this is your fault, Ruth. It would have happened eventually, regardless.” Dianna smiled at her.Ruth pulled her into a warm hug, taking her by surprise, and she could feel the genuine care radia
As Dianna entered the living room, Clinton’s gaze met hers from across the room. His eyes lingered on her, trailing slowly from her head to her feet, pausing just briefly enough for her to notice. When their eyes met again, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned away as if brushing off a thought."Looks like Clinton's more affected by you than he wants to show," Mabel whispered in Dianna’s ear before walking off toward Kelvin, leaving her with that thought lingering. Affected by her?She glanced at Clinton again, but his attention was already elsewhere. Maybe Mabel was reading his expression wrong.Before she could follow Mabel across the room, Ruth stepped into her path. “I am really sorry, Dianna, for everything you've been put through. I should have prevented all this.”“None of this is your fault, Ruth. It would have happened eventually, regardless.” Dianna offered a small smile.Ruth pulled her into a warm hug, taking her by surprise. The genuine care radiating from Ruth was comf
Dianna found herself in her cramped kitchen, gazing at the device in her hand. She had just uncovered twenty eight missed calls from her sister, Dianna. Instead of calling her back, she moved to the fridge and retrieved the leftover boiled rice she had prepared that morning. She must have silenced her phone during work; the day had been a whirlwind of dashing out the door, getting caught in the downpour, and accepting a ride from a coworker. Now, back in her apartment, the missed calls loomed heavily in her thoughts.After taking a deep breath, Dianna finally decided to return her sister’s call. The phone connected, and Clinton's voice greeted her immediately.“Daphne, you've called me twenty eight times?” Dianna grabbed a fork, her fingers trembling slightly. “Daphne, I told you I'm not coming home for the get-together party.”“Dianna, it’s Clinton.” The fork halted mid-air as Dianna felt her stomach plummet.Clinton was the last person she wanted to speak with. “Why are you using Da
One Year later. Dianna gazed at the vacant room, letting out a deep sigh. Marrying her sister's husband was never her intention, and it certainly wasn't a wise choice. She headed to the bathroom, taking off her wedding dress and changing into her pajamas, the soft fabric soothing against her skin. Sitting down in front of the dresser, she gently took out the pins from her hair, her fingers shaking slightly as she washed away her makeup. The image in the mirror revealed a woman tormented by conflicting feelings, lost in memories from just a month prior to her wedding. ****** Her mother urgently summoned her to Washington, a call that whisked Dianna away from work into an unforeseen tempest. Upon her arrival, she found herself in a tense gathering that included Clinton’s family and her own. Seeing Clinton, weariness etched on his features, pulled at her heart. Despite the tension, she felt a flicker of compassion for him. “I do not understand why everyone is here,” Clinton
Dianna pressed her hands to her chest, taken aback by the unexpected tension. She opened the door to find Clinton standing there, still in his wedding suit. Their eyes briefly locked before his gaze dropped to her pajamas. “Why are you still awake? Is there something you need?” she asked, attempting to keep her voice steady. His eyes lingered on her outfit, and she noticed a flicker of a feeling—anger or maybe sorrow. “Why are you wearing your sister's clothes?” he questioned, his voice icy. “Hey, please stop it. I’m not wearing her clothes,” Dianna quickly refuted, feeling a lump rise in her throat. His face set into a hard expression. “What do you mean? Do you think I'm dumb? First, you took her family, and now you’re taking her shirts?” The accusation hit hard, and tears began to form in her eyes. “What are you trying to say? The clothes are mine,” she shot back, raising her voice as she met his stare. For an instant, his eyes left the fabric, locking onto hers, revealing
Dianna walked to the kitchen, Clinton's last words from her mother's office echoing in her mind as she prepared Phillip's supper."No, Olivia did not die in an accident." What did that even mean? "She was killed." The words stuck with her, stirring in confusion.Her mother and Clinton had always said Olivia had been in the hospital, fighting to live. So how had she died? And why would someone kill her?Who in the world would want Daphne dead? She was everyone's favorite. She was everybody's favorite.With the mind reeling, a headache was produced, accompanied by sudden dizziness. Lurching out to grab herself, she overturned the kettle of boiling water in her haste.“Augh!" she shrieked in pain as the hot water poured down her waist. Frustrated in holding back tears, she dashed towards the bathroom and turned on the shower without undressing.A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the running water eased the burn. Relief was immediate, but the pain remained. Puzzled, she barely noticed h
As Dianna entered the living room, Clinton’s gaze met hers from across the room. His eyes lingered on her, trailing slowly from her head to her feet, pausing just briefly enough for her to notice. When their eyes met again, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned away as if brushing off a thought."Looks like Clinton's more affected by you than he wants to show," Mabel whispered in Dianna’s ear before walking off toward Kelvin, leaving her with that thought lingering. Affected by her?She glanced at Clinton again, but his attention was already elsewhere. Maybe Mabel was reading his expression wrong.Before she could follow Mabel across the room, Ruth stepped into her path. “I am really sorry, Dianna, for everything you've been put through. I should have prevented all this.”“None of this is your fault, Ruth. It would have happened eventually, regardless.” Dianna offered a small smile.Ruth pulled her into a warm hug, taking her by surprise. The genuine care radiating from Ruth was comf
As soon as Dianna entered the living room, Clinton’s eyes met hers from across the room. His gaze lingered on her.His eyes trailed slowly over her, from head to toe, pausing just briefly enough that she noticed. When their eyes met again, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he turned away as if brushing off a thought.“Looks like Clinton’s more affected by you than he wants to show,” Mabel whispered in her ear before walking off toward Kelvin, leaving Dianna with that thought lingering. Affected by her?She glanced at Clinton again, but his attention was already elsewhere. Maybe Mabel was reading his expression wrong.Before she could cross the room after Mabel, Ruth stepped into her path. “I am really sorry, Dianna, for everything you've been put through. I should have prevented all this.”“None of this is your fault, Ruth. It would have happened eventually, regardless.” Dianna smiled at her.Ruth pulled her into a warm hug, taking her by surprise, and she could feel the genuine care radia
Dianna stood frozen as a voice cut through the air."I'm sorry," the woman holding the tray said, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling glint.Dianna looked up, her gaze locking onto Ann, the source of the voice. The tray’s contents—deep red wine—had splattered across her dress, soaking the fabric."I did not see you there. that is, I did not see anyone there," Ann added, looking in the direction of Clinton. Her countenance changed immediately. "I did not mean to spill the wine on her. It fell from my hands."She walked closer, pretending to try to clean up, but rather went ahead and spread the stain, worsening it."Ann, stop it—you are making it worse," Mabel snapped."It's not like the dress looks expensive, so it shouldn’t be too hard to clean up," Ann muttered, sarcasm dripping from her tone.Dianna held her gaze, struggling to keep her composure. She searched for the woman’s true intentions but found only indifference."Mabel, please take Dianna to the bathroom so she can clean up
Mabel was different. She was kind to Dianna and pretty soon made her comfortable as well. She shared Dianna's food with herself so that both of them could eat lunch together.She possessed a very good sense of humor, making Dianna smile every time."You know you can drop that sheepish grin," Mabel joked."Your tale is intriguing," Dianna shrugged, still forcing food into her mouth.Mabel shook her head, causing her blonde hair to fall over her face. Dianna took her time observing Mabel’s features. She was beautiful—the kind of beauty that made men turn and stare."If you don't stop staring at me like that, I might think you are gay," Mabel joked."I might as well give it a thought," Dianna replied, making Mabel roll her eyes."Flirt," Mabel teased."Want to see something?" she asked after they finished eating.Dianna nodded, and Mabel took her hand, leading her away.They stopped in the middle of an array of roses."A garden?" Dianna asked, looking around in awe."Yes. This is my mum'
"Phillip, come on," Dianna said, laughing as the little boy giggled and ducked behind the couch. She crawled over and grabbed him, tickling his sides. His laughter echoed through the room, and she smiled."Mama, stop," he panted between laughs."Next time, champ, and don't stress Mommy," she teased, not letting up."Stop," he cried and ran from her again. She let out a sigh and shook her head, knowing that he was merely running around because he didn't want to have his dinner.Just as she was about to chase him again, she heard Phillip's high-pitched excited voice."Dada!"Dianna braced herself, stiffening as she turned her gaze towards the entrance.Clinton stood there, Phillip wrapped in his arms and kissing the top of the boy's head. His eyes crossed Dianna's for a moment before he returned focus to Phillip.Without a word, she went into the kitchen to clean up the mess Phillip had left behind earlier.A moment later, Clinton's voice called out behind her, and she jumped a little.
A knock sounded at the door, startling Dianna awake. Her heart thumping in her chest, she sat up with a start, dazed. And then there was the sound—the whimpering of Phillip. His shrill whimpers tugged at her heartstrings as she hurtled towards the door, bewilderment clogging her brain.Why was he crying? Was he hurt? Did he fall? These were all questions that flashed across her mind as she opened the door.Clinton stood there, Phillip in his arms, his small face smeared with tears."What's wrong with him?" Dianna asked at once, reaching out for the child."He just woke up crying," Clinton answered bluntly as he transferred Phillip into her arms.As if he was aware of her being there, Phillip's sobs gradually gave way to soft hiccups. He held on to her, his small hands wrapping around her nightwear.“Why were you crying, my champ?" she whispered tenderly, scooping him up with Clinton standing behind her. The room felt more cramped with Clinton there, his eyes flitting about the room b
Dianna walked to the kitchen, Clinton's last words from her mother's office echoing in her mind as she prepared Phillip's supper."No, Olivia did not die in an accident." What did that even mean? "She was killed." The words stuck with her, stirring in confusion.Her mother and Clinton had always said Olivia had been in the hospital, fighting to live. So how had she died? And why would someone kill her?Who in the world would want Daphne dead? She was everyone's favorite. She was everybody's favorite.With the mind reeling, a headache was produced, accompanied by sudden dizziness. Lurching out to grab herself, she overturned the kettle of boiling water in her haste.“Augh!" she shrieked in pain as the hot water poured down her waist. Frustrated in holding back tears, she dashed towards the bathroom and turned on the shower without undressing.A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the running water eased the burn. Relief was immediate, but the pain remained. Puzzled, she barely noticed h
Dianna pressed her hands to her chest, taken aback by the unexpected tension. She opened the door to find Clinton standing there, still in his wedding suit. Their eyes briefly locked before his gaze dropped to her pajamas. “Why are you still awake? Is there something you need?” she asked, attempting to keep her voice steady. His eyes lingered on her outfit, and she noticed a flicker of a feeling—anger or maybe sorrow. “Why are you wearing your sister's clothes?” he questioned, his voice icy. “Hey, please stop it. I’m not wearing her clothes,” Dianna quickly refuted, feeling a lump rise in her throat. His face set into a hard expression. “What do you mean? Do you think I'm dumb? First, you took her family, and now you’re taking her shirts?” The accusation hit hard, and tears began to form in her eyes. “What are you trying to say? The clothes are mine,” she shot back, raising her voice as she met his stare. For an instant, his eyes left the fabric, locking onto hers, revealing
One Year later. Dianna gazed at the vacant room, letting out a deep sigh. Marrying her sister's husband was never her intention, and it certainly wasn't a wise choice. She headed to the bathroom, taking off her wedding dress and changing into her pajamas, the soft fabric soothing against her skin. Sitting down in front of the dresser, she gently took out the pins from her hair, her fingers shaking slightly as she washed away her makeup. The image in the mirror revealed a woman tormented by conflicting feelings, lost in memories from just a month prior to her wedding. ****** Her mother urgently summoned her to Washington, a call that whisked Dianna away from work into an unforeseen tempest. Upon her arrival, she found herself in a tense gathering that included Clinton’s family and her own. Seeing Clinton, weariness etched on his features, pulled at her heart. Despite the tension, she felt a flicker of compassion for him. “I do not understand why everyone is here,” Clinton