Denny did as Sam said. He checked the receipt and saw he paid almost ten grand for all six items. Yet, the customer did not mind. Denny saw how exquisitely they were designed, and he also checked the fabrics. They were of good quality and closely comparable to a famous brand. However, he was aware that since this designer still has no name, his items cannot compare to their price lists.Sam was nervous. He did not add the prices even though he thought this man was wealthy enough to afford them, but he was still anxious that the client would disapprove of the costs."I guess we're good," Denny left the receipt on the counter and picked up the paper bag after securing his wallet back into his pocket.Sam courteously walked Denny to the door before he bowed his body almost ninety degrees down in utmost gratitude and gratefulness. As a small-time designer and beginner in this industry, he is thrilled to serve a customer like Mister Denny Vero. He was smiling from ear to ear the whole time
Sandra did not know about Mister Vero not coming over tonight. Although she does not expect him to be present every night, Sandra noticed he had been around every night ever since he met Trisha. And with how possessive the SVIP seemed to be with his service girl, the Manager was not prepared to hear the news from Trisha. She was now worried other clients would ask Trisha to serve them extra service. So Sandra had to warn Trisha never to leave her post without a direct order from her, the Manager.Trisha did as told. She went to the receptionist's desk and found Rebecca with her assistant, Gilda. Trisha greeted the two with a meek smile."Hi Rebecca, Hi Gilda!""Hey, Trish!" Rebecca greeted the new service girl with a big smile. She wanted to ask the girl what happened to her last night, so she was chirpy to see Trisha."Manager Valk told me to stay here and help you guys since Mister Vero is not coming tonight," Trisha smiled widely back. undoubtingly unaware of why Rebecca was being
They are on good terms with Sandra, so they can freely throw jokes once in a while, and the manager won't mind.Before the clock struck six, the guests started to arrive. Trisha greeted every customer just like Gilda and Rebecca would do. She stayed in her post while Rebecca and Gilda ushered the guests to their booths, one after another, and sometimes, both the receptionists would be gone to assist the clients, and Trisha would be left behind.Around half-past seven in the evening, Zeth Newton came along with his friends. They were asking Trisha to lead the way to their booth. Trisha was the only one at the front desk and was having a hard time how to deal with her situation. The manager clearly told her never to leave her spot without her verbal and direct orders."For a while, sir," Trisha smiled sweetly as her nervousness faintly showed."Take your time, baby," Eric, one of Zeth's friends, answered teasingly as he bumped his shoulder. Eric noticed Zeth would not take his eyes off
Rebecca was from a booth where Matt and Trisha were about to pass by while Zeth and the others already did. Looking at the last pair, Rebecca could tell Trisha was horrified by her situation but helpless. She winked and replaced Trisha in Matt's arms by gently holding Matt by the hand and lifting it to wound around her shoulders instead of Trisha's."This girl is under surveillance by the manager," Rebecca playfully whispered in Matt's ear close to her. "She caused a penile fracture on one of the SVIPs," she made herself sound like Trisha is someone Matt and his friends should not ask for extra service.Matt stopped, shocked. He gazed at the girl he was holding, fazed, and let her slip off from his arms.Trisha quickly ran back to the receptionist's desk. Before she arrived at her post, leaned on the wall right after a turn in the corner, knowing she was able to escape a very chaotic predicament, she felt weak and slid down to sit in a squat position. She covered her face with both ha
"And may I know why?" Denny was hoping she would say because she missed him but what she said confirmed his intuitions earlier."I was almost dragged by a client to their booth which I am not supposed to do according to the manager's order," Trisha 32. Trappedanswered wearily."Were they asking for extra service from you?" Denny asked calmly."No, but I am not allowed to entertain guests so they won't ask me for extra service," Trisha replied courteously."Then why did you glare at me? You did not even want to take my hand to stand with my help," Denny asked with a frown. He started to walk with Trisha in his hold towards his booth.The service girl bit her lips in self-reproach."I am so sorry, sir," she timidly replied.Trisha could not tell him her honest thoughts as she would only sound sillier."You will have to work for that apology then," Denny whispered at her seductively."I have to let the manager know you are here. She might get upset if they found me missing at the front d
"Where is she?" Denny asked. He stepped out of his booth and looked at the hallway where she would be walking on her way back to the booth from the bar counter. He saw a group of people in the hallway, a few doors from his booth. Then he heard a woman's voice. Denny was about to turn around and get back on his seat when he saw someone in a purple dress dusting her hands as she tried to get up from the floor. He started to step forward. Now that two pairs of men and women went to walk ahead, the view became cleared for Denny to see."How dare you ruin my shoes! I will tell the manager, and you will pay for this!"Trisha carefully moved from her spot to avoid the shred of broken glasses around her as she got up. Fixing her dress hem that had run up her thighs, she answered calmly."Yeah, you should also tell her you intentionally blocked my way, and knowing I would be outbalanced with a tray in my hand, you sped your steps forward to bump into me," Trisha stood tall with her chin up aga
Denny watched Trisha's every move, every expression, and every emotion visible in her tiny little face. He was so amused at how she was trying to deal with everything righteously, despite the consequences of angering her client for waiting too long."What are you still doing there?" Denny asked casually. He wasn't angry, but he made his voice sound unhappy. "Do I have to wait for more?""Mister Vero, I cannot leave the hallway this way," Trisha replied wearily. "I am afraid someone might get injured if they slide on the wet floor," she explained.Denny pouted. He felt like his smile was about to show as he confirmed a thought of her trying to be rational despite making her client wait. Had she been another girl, Denny would have called for someone else to replace her the moment she got delayed. But his patience for this girl is quite impressive. She is even reasoning out, and here he is trying to justify her actions that she is right to think about what will happen to anyone who would
Just as he suspected, Trisha was hurt. Denny is a doctor. Although he doesn't practice this profession, he still knows how to check a patient, although it's been a while since he even acted like one. He was surprised at how natural his talent showed just because he was concerned about this girl. Rationally speaking, he was concerned for the service girl because she now happened to be out of shape to serve him with extra service. And it was something he was looking forward to the moment he headed this way. Knowing she was injured, upset the client. But Denny was also aware it was more than that. It was something he himself could not explain so he did not want to elaborate himself. And so, she doesn't have to know that. Aside from that, Denny is enjoying her worried look, so he is thinking about teasing her more."Now lie on my lap facing the floor," Denny commanded again. Pretending to ignore her injury and acting like he was not bothered at all. Trisha did not dally. She thought he w
“Honey…?” Denny called out carefully.Claudette was already about to enter the ward when she heard the man who introduced himself as Denny Vero called for Aleah so sweetly and concerned. She smiled. She just confirmed her thoughts that these two are romantically involved. She silently placed the food she bought and the change on a chair by the door before she lightly knocked and waved her hands to say she would be right back.Trisha bowed her head lower when she heard the knocking on the door. At the same time, Denny turned his head to look back and saw Mrs. Murphy pointing at the purchases she brought while she hurriedly exited the ward.Denny wasn’t able to say anything before the lady disappeared from his sight. He went to get the drinks and handed Trisha a cup of tea. There were two, so he supposed the other one was for him. He took a sip and just said anything. He urged Trisha to try hers, too.“Honey, the tea is good. You should have a sip while it’s still warm.”But Trisha place
Trisha turned her head away from Denny and faced her mom instead. Her tears started to cloud her eyes again. She bit her lips not to let her cries out of her mouth.She clearly understood what Denny had just said right now, but she could not respond right away. She was feeling torn between accepting or declining his offer of financial assistance. It wasn’t for herself alone. It was for her mom, most especially. He also mentioned being a philanthropist, which surely meant he was going to donate a considerable amount to get the procedure done with the best outcome. Yet, Trisha was still worried about what she might have to do to return such a huge favor from Denny Vero.When she was with Chloe earlier, and Denny was not by her side, Chloe spoke to Trisha with her honest and frank thoughts. Trisha realized that Denny did not know his parents already knew everything, the facts, not what they feared his sister, Denisse, might have told them. She was actually glad Denny accepted her suggesti
“She is so kind,” Denny moved closer and whispered to Trisha. “I like her a lot!”Then Denny moved back to look at the girl on her face with a silly smile.“But don’t let her know about that, okay?” Denny murmured again. “She might like me back. I am afraid of that happening.”The two shared suppressed laughter with their hands in their mouths, covering, as they both looked back in the direction of the door. They seemed to have the same fear that the person they mentioned was already back and heard what Denny just said.“I like her, too,” Trisha shrugged her shoulders as she giggled after making sure Claudette wasn’t back just yet. She played along with Denny’s joke not to let the lady Murphy know they liked her so much.“Kidding aside, she is awesome,” Denny cleared his throat before he made known to Trisha his honest opinion about the lady taking care of the patient.He also heard from the doctor and nurses he was able to speak with that Claudette is doing her duties more than a mere
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Murphy!” Trisha’s voice was shaky as she looked up from the other side of the bed, embracing her mom cautiously.Trisha felt emotional. She was glad even to only hear that her mom would regain her consciousness. She’s been in the hospital bed for almost seven months now. She might have seen the person driving the car when she was hit, but as she was still in a coma, they could not ask her. Trisha and her brother Yohan are still hoping to find the justice they deserve. The police seemed to have no more lead to continue the investigation, and since the Silver siblings did not have anyone influential to ask for assistance, they would have to rely on whatever they heard from their mom’s recollections.It would be tough to hold on to such possibilities, but they believe their mom is fighting within her to survive her situation. And one victory may lead to another if she could point out who caused her so much pain and stole so much of her time to stay healthy and pro
Soon they arrived at the ward where the name Elaine Silver was written on the chart by the foot end of the patient’s bed. A woman was reading a book seated next to the patient. She was reading the book aloud like a mother reading a bedtime story to a kid. She was too focused on her book as she read with enthusiasm and emotion according to the content of the story that she did not notice the two, Trisha and Denny, walking next to the patient’s bed.Denny and Trisha looked at each other with amused smiles on their faces. Denny gave Trisha a sign not to make a sound using his finger placed above his mouth. Trisha nodded her head as she agreed not to make a sound. She was beyond glad and satisfied that the lady Murphy was indeed attending to her mom’s welfare with so much dedication and sincerity. She was also happy that the man beside her seemed to have the same thoughts about letting the lady reading a book continue until she realized their presence. And so she continued to read:“A fath
Trisha smiled happily. Denny saw her serene smile in his peripheral vision, and he felt good. His idea was turning out to be successful. That was what he was hoping for, to make his “honey” smile, not the polite one that her face had seemed to be painted with the whole day, but the pure natural smile she would usually wear on her face when she is genuinely happy.Soon they arrived at the hospital. Trisha was worried he would be late with his appointment.“Honey, I can walk my way into the hospital. You don’t have to send me in,” Trisha cautiously suggested. “You might be late.”Denny chuckled.“It’s okay. You wait for me by the entrance. I will be right back after I park the car.”Trisha had no choice but to do as he ordered. She consoled herself that he should know what he was doing. He wouldn’t insist if he did not have enough time, right?“Okay, I will stand by the entrance door. You can call me if there are any changes,” Trisha raised her purse with her phone and wallet inside it.
Denny paused for a while. He could not say it was personal, but it wasn’t business either. But he did not want to explain further, so he just made his answer short, although a bit ambiguous.“A little of both?” Denny chuckled, helping Trisha to stand from her seat beside him.Chloe was not convinced. Or maybe even if she was, the mother still wanted to spend a little more time with her dear son, so she expressed her disagreement.“I can only let you go early today if you promise to visit us next Sunday again,” she bargained.Denny’s eyes widened in disbelief.“Mom, I cannot promise you that, but I will try,” the son scratched his non-itchy backhead as he replied.“Then you will have to stay until dinner today. What do you say about that, Aleah?” Chloe turned to the girl beside Denny.“I… am…” the service girl stuttered. She did not know what to say, but knowing her answer was awaited, she had to say something. “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Vero, but I do not decide things with…” Trisha could n
“Do you mean to marry this girl?” Franco Vero asked. His tone was still calm, not making his honest reactions known to his dearest son.“As of the moment, and if that is all for me to decide, I might say yes,” Denny chuckled at his sudden realization.The father was baffled by the son’s answer.“What do you mean?”“I don’t think the feeling is mutual just yet,” Denny let his weary mind off him.He felt good that his kind dad asked. He had been holding these thoughts within him. He could not freely speak about it with Don Carlo and Angela as he did not want to worry them for Trisha. But with his dad, he felt the assurance that his old man would understand where he was coming from. Denny let his heartfelt emotions flow.“I can feel this girl is purely doing business with me, and she never flirts nor misleads me to think she fancies me like a woman fancies a man. She is obedient in everything I ask and tells her to do because she is too cautious about losing her job. She has these invisib
As Aleah requested and without fear for Denny to grant them, they got dressed up with the doting Denny assisting his heart's wife; since they weren't legally married yet, in every step of getting her nicely yet comfortably clothed. "We should shop for new sizes of your underwear, honey," Denny gently suggested. "I am worried you might feel discomfort with the ones you used to wear and in your closet right now," he explained eagerly. He knew that pregnant women could be very sensitive, so he tried his best to clear any misinterpretations of his words. Angela excitedly bought Aleah different designs of pregnant dresses and others obviously needed by an expecting woman, but as she had not had the experience to reach pregnancy into a stage where her belly would swell up, Angela did not realize to include underwear in her shopping list. I have been meaning to do so, but as I was not allowed to go out without company aside from the nurse, I was just waiting when we could visit the shoppi