Laura Weeks later “What do you think of the color green for a baby shower?” asked Ava to me while we were talking on the cell phone. “Uh, I think it’s pretty conceptual. It’ll be a bit different from the usual pink and blue,” I replied, looking out the car window. I was going to the Williams Com
Laura The meeting assistant showed me the seat where I was going to sit, which I did immediately, after greeting everyone present, who were friendly to me, except for the blond man who was sitting next to Max. He just gave a slight nod when I introduced myself to him. “I managed to get Gid out of
Laura “Oh, Laura. What's your damn problem?" I asked myself, standing outside the bathroom, seeing that I had entered the men's bathroom. Well, I hadn't paid attention; my mind was occupied with the issue with Ava that I would have to deal with. Good heavens! Now Gideon Bathory must surely be thi
A cool breeze blew past me, so I straightened my coat. Would she leave me freezing out here until I gave up and left? She must have been really upset with me. Luckily, the door opened, and it was Terrence. He was looking at me a little apprehensively, so just by looking at him, I could tell that A
Laura “Laura! Wait!" I heard someone calling me from across the street, so I turned to see Jason running up to me. I was at the entrance of the building where I lived and had just gotten out of my car. Apparently, Jason had been waiting for me all this time. I sighed resignedly. What did he want no
“Look at this glutton who seems like Daddy,” I said, tickling her belly, and making her laugh horribly. "Let's go then? There’s an ice cream shop across the street,” Laura said, pointing. So she, Annie and I went to that place, where we ordered some ice cream and ate it while we talked, clearly
Laura I was lying in my bed feeling incredibly bored. I had just gotten back from work, and today had been quite exciting. “You know it’s not necessary for you to be here, right? Gid? We're just checking in,” I remembered Max saying that to his brother when he, his brother, a few other designers,
“The shoes must definitely be fake,” said Suzy, trying to convince herself of that. “Suzy, it’s just shoes,” I reminded her. “Oh, stop being boring, you old woman! Leave me alone; I want to be angry with her, damn it, what hateful! What a perfect fucking little life she has,” she grumbled. “Di