As they sat on the couch, Greg couldn't hold back his feelings any longer. The atmosphere was charged with vulnerability and honesty."Nora," Greg began, his voice soft but earnest. "From the moment I met you, something changed in me. I find myself looking forward to a new day, just to see your smile. You're an incredible woman, and I can't help but be drawn to you in ways I never thought possible."He took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto hers. "I want to be more than just a friend, Nora. I want to be the one who makes you smile, the one who supports you, the one who stands by you. Will you be my woman, Nora?"Nora looked at him, her eyes searching his for sincerity. The room held a quiet intensity as she processed his words.Nora's heart softened, touched by Greg's heartfelt words. "Greg, I've fallen for you too," she admitted, a warm smile playing on her lips. "And it means the world to me that Graycen approves. It's a beautiful feeling."A shadow of worry crossed Nora's face, an
"I am pregnant," Veronica said, sharing her exciting news about her pregnancy with Nora, who couldn't help but show her surprise. "I know, you told me that day at your house," Nora stated."yeah I remember now, I have been very forgetful these days", Veronica said. "With the current situation between you and Ted, are you keeping it?" she asked, prompting a nod from Veronica. "Ted is asking me for a DNA test." , Veronica said. She looked at Nora, her expression pained. "It hurt me that he would even ask that of me. We were planning our wedding before he slept with Vivian."Nora felt a pang of empathy, tears welling up in her eyes. She reached out and held Veronica's hand, gently squeezing it. "He's asking for a DNA test means he thinks so lowly of me," Veronica expressed, her voice filled with hurt and frustration.Their conversation took a candid turn as Nora asked Veronica about the paternity test and the possibilities. "Are you taking the test now, or will you wait until the bab
Nora stepped into the building, her anticipation evident in her accelerated heartbeat and the slight perspiration on her brow. As she approached the elevator, her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed the button that would take her to her office floor. Upon reaching her office floor, she swiftly walked down the corridor toward Sandra Spears' office. Spotting Maurice nearby, she motioned for him to approach."I need to speak with Sandra. Is she in? Is she in a good mood today?" Nora inquired, trying to gauge whether it was a suitable time to approach Sandra Spears or not. Her apprehension was evident in her tone as she hoped for the best.Nora glanced at Maurice, hoping for a positive response.Maurice hesitated briefly before replying, "Yes, she's in, but she's in a bit of a foul mood today, Nora." He offered a sympathetic smile."Thanks, Maurice," Nora said, a sense of disappointment evident in her voice. She turned to leave but paused, her mind racing. Taking a deep breath, she
Nora came inside with the parcel and found her mother in the sitting room. "Mom, you're awake?"Nora said, totally surprised to see her mother. "I heard voices. Why is he yelling at you?"Nora's mom asked, looking at both of them. "Everything is OK, Mom," Nora replies."What do you have there?" Amanda asked, pointing to the box Nora was holding. "No idea," Nora said as she set the box down on the centre table and began to open it. She was experiencing some difficulty getting off some of the packing tape, Amanda went into the kitchen and came back with a knife, "Here", she said offering the knife to Nora who collected it and used it to open the box. Amanda took the knife from Nora and went back to return it. Nora opened the box, and she found a note on some pink tissue paper sheets. "What does it say?" Amanda asked, "Nora, I can feel the passion and fire in you. The road to success can be long, but it's easier when you have a little help. Good luck from all of us at Sandra Spears
Nora sat up, her hands trembled as she put on her gown. Greg noticed the change in mood and asked with concern, "Is everything ok?""The results are being announced now on the television," Nora explained, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned her focus to the television overlooking the couch she was sitting on."Please turn on the television. Tune to Silver TV," she requests, her voice quavering with emotion.Greg nodded silently and reached for the remote, his heart pounding with anticipation. As the screen flickered to life, the young blonde host and her co-host appeared, their youthful energy contrasting sharply with Nora's vulnerability."Welcome back to the live broadcast of the Fashion Icon competition!" the host exclaims, her voice brimming with excitement. "We're just moments away from announcing the fifth and final contestants."Nora's heart clenched in her chest, her hands gripped the edge of the sofa. She could feel Greg's reassuring presence beside her, his grip on
Nora stood in the doorway of her sitting room, her eyes wide with surprise as she took in the sight of the woman sitting on her couch. The woman was tall and slender, with long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes. She had a warm smile and an air of confidence that put Nora immediately at ease."Hello," Nora said tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. "Who are you?"The woman stood up quickly and extended her hand. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice full of concern. "I'm Mary Gibson. We met yesterday backstage after the show. I'm your personal assistant."Nora's memory of everything that happened yesterday was foggy. She could remember the excitement of winning the competition, the thrill of seeing her designs come to life on the runway, and the overwhelming sense of relief as the show came to a close. But she couldn't remember meeting Mary, or giving her her house address, or asking her to come there that morning."I'm so sorry," Nora said again, feeling a pang of embarra
Nora's heart pounded in her chest, her mind reeling from Alexander's accusations. She turned to Greg, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and disbelief. "You're a school teacher. What is he talking about?Please tell me he's lying," she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion.Greg stood there, his silence deafening. His eyes were downcast, his expression unreadable. Nora's heart sank as she realized that Alexander's words might be true.Alexander's voice cut through the silence, sharp and accusatory. "Greg White, the seemingly innocent school teacher, is nothing more than a cunning businessman, a wolf in sheep's clothing," he declared, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.Nora felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she reached out for Greg, desperately seeking reassurance. But Greg remained silent, his body rigid and unresponsive.Alexander brought out his phone and tapped on it a few times before shoving it in Nora's face. "Here, take a good look at the real Greg White," A
Nora's heart sank as she pulled into the school parking lot. Greg was nowhere in sight. A knot tightened in her stomach as she realized the inevitable: Kimberly, Graycen's teacher who had been on maternity leave, was back. Nora forced a smile as she greeted Graycen, trying to mask her anxiety. "Nora, I know you might not want to hear this Greg is a good man... ""Kimberly you're right I don't want to hear it.", Nora said cutting Kimberly off. She dropped Graycen off with a hasty goodbye and drove home, her mind replaying all the nasty looks some parents were giving her.As soon as she stepped through her front door, Nora's phone buzzed incessantly. Dread washed over her as she opened her social media app, her eyes widening in horror at the torrent of hate comments flooding her page."She doesn't deserve the prize, "one read, dripping with venom."She slept her way to the price," another sneered, twisting her accomplishments into something sordid."Those lovely designs are not even he