His driving could easily be considered reckless due to the fastness of the Escalades' tires on the tarred road. Doreen Williams was one to always remain expressionless. Throughout most of his life, those who surrounded themselves around him found it impossible to detect a shred of emotion. His emotionlessness presumably would forever remain so but…Tessa Rashford came along. A world that always appeared as black as night and void of color was what Doreen lived in, but gradually she became his color.Effortlessly, he began smiling — like he was genuinely happy by just her mere presence, and scent. “Da… date? She's going on a date?” His heart was thudding fast — this time, not because of the thrill he felt whenever Tessa was nearby. This resulted due to fear, and immense anxiety. A date usually leads to a relationship right? A romantic relationship typically occurs from dates, and if Tessa goes on one with some fucker, does that mean he'd…lose her. Doreen was scared — overly afrai
Even though it wasn't the weekend, his daughter was one to always arise early. A huge and well-equipped gymnasium was in the mansion yet Francess preferred to run through the estate since it was a great morning exercise. “Isn't she doing that today?” Killian D'Arcy could be seen at the bottom of one of the curvy staircases. The gray-haired man had worry roaming through those blue eyes of his, and he bit his lips hard. Perhaps it was best to check up on her rather than wait for her descent down the stairs. “What are you doing standing here, Killian?” The not-so-warm voice of his wife, Stephanie, was heard. The couple were done with breakfast, and she was a bit concerned as to why her husband rushed out of the dining table — was something wrong?The blonde-haired lady at a glance could be dimmed unfeeling due to her constant blank expression. There was slight truth in that, but undeniably she loved her family. Well…not wholly. “It's Francess. She hasn't come down for breakfast. Mi
His fury heightened so drastically as he heard the annoying voice of his pregnant girlfriend. Mary soon came into view — she was still in her night dress, and her frown easily portrayed how angry she was. “Tony!” Mary again yelled at him, but he was already making his way through the hallway. Continuously, she called, but his ears were blocked!The only thing preventing him from giving a bitch like her what she deserved was her pregnancy — if she loses it, then his parents wouldn't think twice before kicking him out again. Worst, they might even disown him completely — Tony couldn't afford that. Not when Tessa, the bimbo that was dumb enough to love him unconditionally, has changed. Tony's anger was due to the discovery that Tessa after he dumped her was seen with a rich asshole. According to the information he gathered from the residents living close to them before, after the apartment mysteriously caught fire and burned to the ground, some wealthy man came to her aid. It made
“Daddy!” The raucousness of that high-pitched voice of hers could break a scholar's glasses. Literally! One would expect to be welcomed back home with a warm hug or perhaps a nice, plain greeting from their daughter, but what does Lloyd get instead? A scream — a fucking ear-deafening scream from a rat he calls daughter. Maria Williams. The living room of his penthouse was occupied surprisingly by the dozen maids he hired a few days ago. From their countenance, any could tell that they were scared — scared of losing their jobs. “Master Lloyd! Thank the Lord that you're back!” One of the maids gushed, extremely relieved at his presence. As usual, a stick of cigarette dangled lazily from his darkish lips. A large content of smoke escaped his lips as he strolled towards them. All were gathered at the front of the dining room, and Maria's horrifying screams came from there. They paved the way sharply for him, and walking past them, one of the maids caught his eyes. She was be
The ride back to the penthouse was one none predicted would happen, so yes, it was a quiet one. At that moment, neither Doreen nor Tessa were thinking about anything aside from themselves. Those blue eyes of hers had retained their spot, staring at her skirt, ever since he drove the car out of Paradiso Tessestre's park. And he… Doreen knew it'd be risky to look at her after that intimate moment they shared a moment ago. If he caught even the slightest glimpse of her lips, then he'd…‘He sped up!’ She screamed inwardly as her body jerked forward a bit as the car drove faster down the road. Tessa was nervous.Once they arrive home, what would she say to him? — first, she's the reason he canceled his meeting with that dazzling woman. She wasn't regretful about that. Why would she when envy would've practically eaten her whole if her eyes beheld them eating while chatting and even… touching? It was a thought that got Tessa's mouth sour from jealousy. She felt proud at that, and Fran
It was almost nighttime. The sun gradually retried for the moon to assume its rightful position in the night sky, scanty of stars. The Ballet Academy was done for the day, and stepping out with clear exhaustion boldly written on her face, a sigh fell from the lips of Madam Angelica. The middle-aged Italian woman was also the last to leave the Academy. Apart from the guards positioned by its gates, no one else was there. Today, with the senior class ballet dancers absent, her full attention was on the junior ones. Though they had teachers, being the senior mistress, her supervision was highly needed.The senior class of the Ballet Academy was mandated to take the rest of the week on. Why?On Saturday being the weekend, the tryouts entailing a few top-notch schools that specialized in ballet like themselves would commence. The tryouts would transpire in the W Empire. Of course, the rest of the class apart from Francess and Tessa would attend; Maria possibly couldn't participate.
“Son? You're back already? How was work today?”It was dinner time. There wasn't an ounce of strangeness that only the married couple occupied the lengthy dining table. Roughly about three dozen individuals or so could eat a meal together but like always, Killian and his wife, Stephanie, were the sole ones there. Their children Francess and Francisco barely… Attended. Their brown-haired daughter although occasionally ate with them was for the sake of her father and Francisco…“Work was fine, Father. There's no need to talk to me; I'm passing by to get water from the kitchen.” The blond-haired handsome man smoothly uttered. He did sound quite emotionless, but then again Killian was used to it, and Stephanie?The aged woman whom Francisco bore a lot of physical resemblance with acted oblivious to her son's presence. She kept her eyes pinned on her meals and continued eating. “Come on now Francisco. Eat with us!” Killian would be a damned liar to state he enjoyed this recurring situ
That morning, she was awoken due to the raucous noise of glass shattering. It was ear deafening and since it occurred so abruptly, her body flinched crazily, which ended up in her falling hard off the king-sized bed. “Fuck!” Mary, who fell brutally on the tiled floor, grunted loudly in pain. Even at that, the unpleasantly boisterous noise could still be heard, and her lips twisted into a frown. What the fuck was that? Rather, who in hell's name was causing such a racket so early in the fucking morning?Mary, still aching in pain, dragged herself off the floor, and now on her feet, beheld Tony. The bastard was the source of the noise since his hands were animalistically breaking everything in sight. Since their bedroom entailed a mini bar, the numerous bottles of alcohol drinks, and glassware were fallen brutally to the floor. The glass was everywhere, and Mary was thankful her flip-flops were somewhat tenser. “Tony! What the fuck is your darn problem?” Not even the sounds of g
His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his tailored black tuxedo accentuated his lean physique.With the first notes, Tessa launched into a whirlwind of movement and her feet barely touching the stage. Her tutu fluttered like a butterfly's wings, and her pointe shoes whispered against the floor. “Oh!”“Wow!”“Ha!”The audience entranced by the soft rustle of her skirt, the gentle creak of her shoes, and the sweet scent of rosin wafting from her movements helplessly gushed out loud. As she danced, the music swirled around her like a velvet cloak — enveloping her in a rich tapestry of sound. The notes of the celesta twinkled like stardust, and the violins sang with a soaring beauty that left the audience breathless.As she revealed her swan-shaped birthmark, Doreen's eyes became glassy and an uproar; one so deafening occurred. He smirked, knowing the significance of that mark, and he knew that his angel was revealing her true self to the world.The music swelled, and Tessa executed
One would predict the atmosphere of a prison visitation room to be moderately tense. Especially when the inmate was one's birth mother, and got sentenced to prison for quite a significant time due to horrendous charges such as emotional manipulation, coercion, exploitation, and abuse of power. Alongside the rest, the father and twin brother. They've been thrown into prison for weeks. Yet, an ounce of that didn't linger either inhaled. Such calmness wasn't derived from the presence of two female guards stationed at the door, nor the solid glass barrier hindering the inmate from the prisoner. None of that was the cause of her composure — Francess had nothing to be troubled about when her dear friend, Tessa, was seated by her side. “Are you… anxious?” Both were settled on the worn out plastic chairs with backs and seats a shade of faded gray and her hand — placed on the counter got covered by a delicate one. It belonged to Tessa. Those blue eyes — warm and gentle, crinkled at the
“How can you consider your son something like that when all I've done for that fucking company is given it my all?”“You're all isn't enough!”“And so is yours! You — my fucking mother, keeps demanding unattainable shit from me when you failed at a simple task years ago! Years ago, you caused Francess' memory loss and…”“Shut up Francisco!!” Killian screamed ear deafeningly — numerous veins become prominent, and crawling incessantly up his neck; just like his son. Amid the screams, Francess, mute soundlessly, glanced at a feverishly shivering Stephanie, and once their eyes met — for the first time in… Years ago, the brown-eyed saw something in her. Affection she never got from her wasn't caused due to hate or anything, just… Guilt. Stephanie once again began her frantic words to vomit, yet they hung in the air as Francess's gaze drifted away, her eyes clouding over like a stormy sky. The bound wrists, the arguing voices, the slick stage – everything faded into the background as me
It ultimately did, and the restrictions of her hand; bounded behind by thickened ropes, sent more torrents of perplexity raining down her soul. “What's…”“… Happening!” The voice she heard before her consciousness choicelessly left her once more penetrated into Francess' ears from a different direction. Sharply, she glanced at one of the wings of the stage, and emerging from there was… Her family. The entirety of the D'Arcy were here. All donned such elegant clothing yet the atmosphere lingering around two out of three was questionable. While Francisco perpetually had a smirk dancing on his lips, and a printed document in his possession, Killian with his wife were unsettled. Unsurprisingly, Stephanie — her ever anxious mother would've slacked behind, but her husband's linked arm with hers prevented that. He ambled, head up, and eyes — which roamed with determination, tangled with a bit of regret were transfixed on his daughter. “What the fuck is going on here? What in hell's name
There, she got her entire existence thoroughly questioned by her mind due to the massive effect that conversation had. Francess sincerely bore no idea how she got to the opulent junior suite of the Fords Palazzo Ducale. Currently, she laid — back flat, and eyes glued to the complexly designed ceiling of her room with mind thinking solely about Theresa Ford. “I… I came here because I needed answers and now… I'm…!” Her pairs of eyelids, reddish due to excess tears, and eyes sunken into their sockets reddened, blinked slowly while a sigh fell from her lips. “… Confused. So fucking confused!” Francess’ trembling hands reached for her face then flattened on it before inaudible sobs. She was exhausted from everything — of breathing, living, and life itself. She'd be a damn liar to claim life became draining once Tessa came into the Ballet Academy back at home — who was she kidding? Then, she'd constantly practice ballet while ignoring the presence of drugs in her meals. Daily intake o
The few days spent — alone in the ancient of Milan entailed crisp air, and bone chilling winds. It always got freezing cold whenever night befall the beautiful city, and regardless of the hotness the heater of her suite provided, warmth clothing, and lengthy soak in hot baths, cold unceasingly engulfed her whole being. Tessa assumed she'd choicelessly, and all so adversely, grow accustomed to it, but… The good Lord answered her prayers. With arms thrown on his broad shoulders, fingers entwined — locked around his nape, and legs coiled over his torso, their bodies had no space between them. Basking in a bottomless ocean of comfort, Tessa certainly has never felt this…cozy before!“I'm fucking glad I'm here…” His words, whispered closely to her ear, had its accompanying warmth dissolving every ounce of chill in the bones, then wrapped itself so comfortingly around her heart. Not even the fireplace, residing beside them with its burning glow, could be equal to her beloved's warmth.
Parting her thickened wet eyelashes, the beams of the moonlight seeping through the large framed window kissed her face as she sighed. So slowly, she properly began showering with mind torn between two unsettling topics — Doreen's absence and Francess' presence. No… It would've been swell if the two ballet dancers didn't meet — ever again. Back then — their past, although unresolved, wasn't so hurting Tessa; it was never this bad. Confrontations were a lethal catalyst; she assumed leaving Europe would prevent the scene that occurred a few hours ago but….“I should've never started dancing. Fuck!” Slamming her hand hard on the glass walls encasing her, frustration morphed into liquid, took the place of blood in her veins and circulated unwantingly yet unceasingly in her entire being. Back then, guilt was always beside her — making living hard, but gingerly, Tessa realized better than any she didn't feel guilty. She felt stupid for befriending the brown haired — Francesca D'Arcy on
Memories poured into her mind in multitudes, and re-opening them, balls of tears snuck out then gilded slowly down her cheeks. “I wished never to be back here again but… Here I am.” Most ballet dancers would kill to step foot onto the stage of this neoclassical architectural masterpiece, and the passion which flamed it all had gone out in hers. The situation has changed — she has changed. Well, that was a few years ago. Tessa stared from the posh empty seats, curves of ornate balconies and boxes, then gaped longingly at the section for dignitaries. Adorned finely by crimson luster velvety and gold leaf, she chomped hard on her lips mere picturing her parents, and loved ones occupying it. Thousands were going to attend the Nut Bowl — thousands were going to be watching her with jaws dropped, stupor, and reverberation. Yet, it'll all be insignificant and downright unnatural if the one responsible for reigniting her fiery desire to dance once more isn't… Present. Tessa's gaze fell
Once her pair of feet ascended the last step which led to the highly revered stage of the Teatro alla Scala, her brown eyes shone brighter than a single star at midnight. Maria visibly was… Flabbergasted — so happily, tearfully flabbergasted. She wasn't the only one, too. As the Soloists and Principal Dancers needed for the Nut Bowl stepped onto the stage, each was evidently enveloped by the utter majesty of the stage. A stage where they'd perform in due time, and the HeadMistress, in charge of familiarizing them with it, helplessly smiled at their untamed display of amazement. However, as her attention moved from one dumbfounded individual to the other, Angelica's eyes fell on the Prima Ballerina then she sighed. “Oh Tessa!” While the rest moved across the stage, still soaking in its ethereal beauty, the stern Italian woman moved to the prized, overly talented yet… Saddened soloist. Unlike the rest, Tessa's portrayal of awe was short-lived since it took no less than some second