Part one of the story ends here. The second part of the story starts after a four-month gap.
Author's POV ------------- The little boy huffed! His eager eyes were rounding all over the little flower shop. Every single day for more than two months this tiny tot is trying to uncover the angel who always keeps his favourite chocolate muffins available on the small counter of this shop without any missing. How does she always get to know when he will come to the shop and what muffins he likes? He always wonders. So today he is determined and single-headed.. he won't return home until he gets to meet the angel muffin. "Tua madre deve essere preoccupata per te, piccolo" The middle-aged lady sitting against the cash counter warily spoke. Without any second thought, she knew all the efforts of this curious little boy would go in vain like every day. She herself is trying her best to make the new member of her home socialise with the neighbourhood but she is rigid against doing so. (Your mom must be worried about you, baby) "Voglio incontrarla subito" The boy being extreme
Author's POV ------------ Every time Rose replays her past in her mind, a part of her swells with gratefulness for this motherly woman. She would have lost trust in humanity and good people if Agatha had not saved and sheltered her that night. She still vividly remembers the moment when she slipped near the pavement while running away from her husband, she fell, she bled until her lower portion was drenched with the blood of her baby. The bleeding did not stop, but she slowly lost consciousness in physical pain, in grief, which was more than any other pain. The next time she woke up she found herself lying on a hospital bed with Agatha on her side. Agatha informed Rose how she found her on the road while she was on her way back home. Being not able to control, Rose broke down in front of her. Told her the fretful events that she had gone through which made her end up on the road like that. Rose was apprehensive, sunken in dread as she assumed Agatha would definitely hand her ove
Nights turn into days and days into months. And Like an oasis of serenity amidst the astir streets, the little flower shop is comeliest. Where Rose has framed a small bakery corner on her own. Changing her mind and giving this hobby a chance was solely perceiving her will. She is a believer, she always has been. That is why Rose has decided to invest most of her time in working and not giving herself any chance to overthink unnecessary things. Don't lose your energy thinking about the past .. utilise it to build a better tomorrow. Agatha's pieces of advice are always right. That day after that incident with Caspian, her inner turmoil left her restless. It's been four long months and she is staying in an Italian city. If her husband wanted, he could have found her within a month but he did not. No one came for her. She is safe in the place which she assumed was the most unsafe for herself. Life is indeed unpredictable and you do not anticipate where it is going to take yo
ROSALIA'S POV:I was jolted awake due to the repeated and persistent blare of my alarm clock. Disoriented and with sleepy eyes, I took a glance at the alarm clock: It was 7 am. The early hour is definitely not my favourite time of the day. I don't really like to miss the chance of sleeping in unless I have to go to work. Yes, I am definitely a sleepyhead!Cursing the necessities of the early hours under my breath, I dragged myself out of bed. In an attempt to tap the alarm off my sleepy gaze fell upon the family photo kept on the bedside table. "I miss you, mommy," I whispered, a familiar ache tightening my heart. It's only me and my younger sister now. Our father abandoned us a long time ago leaving behind a childhood which is never a pleasant one to remember, A childhood marred by constant arguments between my parents. The relentless arguments took a toll on my mental health and made me feel unloved and desperate for some affection.My younger sister, Emilia, was my solace. Trying
: ROSALIA'S POV :"Have you seen my mom?" the little boy asked as he grabbed the file it fell on the ground. It was for my distraction that the documents were scattered on the floor."Come here, Aaron," That man I just saw outside beckoned while coming nearer to grab the child's hand. He did not give me any chance to talk to that little boy. I noticed the employees on the ground floor started to bow down a little to him in an attempt to show respect. Who is he? I was a little curious. He did not even spare a glance back at them. Soon he lifted the little boy in his arms and entered the lift.I saw Jacob coming in my direction. He started helping me to pick up the documents. He is my only good friend in this office. I never had many friends since I was a nerd in school. Jacob is always very helpful."Why are you so clumsy Rose," Jacob said as he handed me the documents he had picked.Honestly, I don't even know myself. "Thank you, Jacob," curiosity got the best of me so I asked," Who
KEVIN'S POVI called my right-hand man John to clear my day's schedule and also asked my Personal Assistant to hand me over the resume of Rosalia Brown.I left Aaron with Kate and went into my office. I have my personal office in every building of Knight Corporation, a personal space to think and plan. I felt the pool to stay in here, a bit longer driven by the desire to meet Rosalia, her eyes and voice already consumed my mind, I needed to do something about that. At lunchtime, I saw her eating lunch with an asshole. I think he is the same guy that helped her to pick up the documents this morning. Isn't he a little too interested in my kitten !?I felt the need to hear her angelic voice one more time so I asked my pa to call her in my office.ROSALIA'S POVI was having lunch with Jacob since he is the only friend I have in the office I always have lunch with him."I didn't know Miss Kate has a son. He is very cute" Jacob said"Yes, he is! " I chirped. I love children. They are very
ROSALIA'S POV I was lying on my bed and trying to distract myself by diving into a novel. But I could not just forget about what happened earlier. Mr. Knight was formidable, but his voice lingered in my mind, impossible to forget. "I expect you to look pretty on that day" Why he would say that? Why does that even matter? I could not deny the fact that he was very handsome and intimidating in a way. I've never felt that nervous in anyone's presence like him. His personality was somehow different. My thoughts were completely occupied by him that night. I couldn't read the novel anymore as sleep took over me. NEXT DAY AT WORK... Miss Kate called me into her office. I knocked on the door and she instructed me to come in. "Miss Brown, I found out that Kevin called you to his office yesterday" "Yes, mam", I replied. "I'd like to know what he discussed with you," She curiously questioned. Even though I didn't realize why she was asking me that, I told her that Mr Knight wanted to