Third Person POVClara lounges on the couch inside her parents’ home, aimlessly scrolling throughout her social media profiles. They have been carefully sculpted to fit the image of a perfect wife for Adrian, never showing too much skin or too much of her life to her followers while also being just
AdrianI sit at a table inside Clara’s favorite restaurant. Looking between my watch and around the room, I begin to feel impatient as time ticks away. Just as I’m about to get up and leave, Clara rushes inside the dining hall in my direction.“Adrian! I am so sorry I’m late. Traffic was so slow,” s
Adrian“Thank you for visiting our restaurant, sir, please come again soon,” the hostess who stands at the front door of the restaurant beams at me as I pass them by. A bag hangs from my hands with two to go boxes inside. Clara’s untouched meal and my leftovers sit inside.Walking out to my car, I c
My breath gets caught in my throat. I look back up at Stella, who laughs to herself, and brings the phone to her ear. A lump forms in my throat.Stella…never did this. She never thanked me for the money I have given her throughout the years. She has never once told me the two words I never thought I
Stella“What about this one, dear?” my mother’s voice carries over the low volume of music that plays inside the store. I glance up from the clothing rack filled with high end dresses that are worth more than a year’s rent in the building I live in.My mother holds a light blue dress in her hands. T
“Excuse me?” my mother scoffs and steps froward. Her heels click against the floor, eyes narrowing at the duo that stands before us.“We know Stella,” Clara sneers, her blue eyes attaching onto mine, “she is as broke as they come.Clara steps forward, her fingers curl around the gold metal chain and
StellaThe fire that burns inside my chest and mind cools. It does not let up, though, and the flames that were once red and orange have turned blue and white. It is a cold fire that decimates any of the love and kindness I once held towards the tao of them, and by extension my foster father.“Do yo
Third PersonAdrian’s private investigator enters the mall without raising any suspicion. He blends in with all of the other personal assistants and butlers that have accompanied their employers to the mall. He carries a small black bag around his side, a small yet high definition camera sitting jus
My finger taps the desk at a slow and steady pace. I pucker my lips and turn to the computer screen, looking at Stella’s face through the images. I pick the phone up and stare at the text messages finally deciding to type.Adrian: Yes. I’ll transfer the money to you soon.I place my phone on the des
Third PersonAdrian’s private investigator enters the mall without raising any suspicion. He blends in with all of the other personal assistants and butlers that have accompanied their employers to the mall. He carries a small black bag around his side, a small yet high definition camera sitting jus
StellaThe fire that burns inside my chest and mind cools. It does not let up, though, and the flames that were once red and orange have turned blue and white. It is a cold fire that decimates any of the love and kindness I once held towards the tao of them, and by extension my foster father.“Do yo
“Excuse me?” my mother scoffs and steps froward. Her heels click against the floor, eyes narrowing at the duo that stands before us.“We know Stella,” Clara sneers, her blue eyes attaching onto mine, “she is as broke as they come.Clara steps forward, her fingers curl around the gold metal chain and
Stella“What about this one, dear?” my mother’s voice carries over the low volume of music that plays inside the store. I glance up from the clothing rack filled with high end dresses that are worth more than a year’s rent in the building I live in.My mother holds a light blue dress in her hands. T
My breath gets caught in my throat. I look back up at Stella, who laughs to herself, and brings the phone to her ear. A lump forms in my throat.Stella…never did this. She never thanked me for the money I have given her throughout the years. She has never once told me the two words I never thought I
Adrian“Thank you for visiting our restaurant, sir, please come again soon,” the hostess who stands at the front door of the restaurant beams at me as I pass them by. A bag hangs from my hands with two to go boxes inside. Clara’s untouched meal and my leftovers sit inside.Walking out to my car, I c
AdrianI sit at a table inside Clara’s favorite restaurant. Looking between my watch and around the room, I begin to feel impatient as time ticks away. Just as I’m about to get up and leave, Clara rushes inside the dining hall in my direction.“Adrian! I am so sorry I’m late. Traffic was so slow,” s
Third Person POVClara lounges on the couch inside her parents’ home, aimlessly scrolling throughout her social media profiles. They have been carefully sculpted to fit the image of a perfect wife for Adrian, never showing too much skin or too much of her life to her followers while also being just