(Serena's POV)My eyes were fixated at Marcus and Frieda's direction, digging my grilled peach-wrapped shaved Iberico ham with a parsley-pepita pistou on a heart skewer, cucumber-mint gazpacho with smoked paprika seared shrimp and pimiento crema, and heirloom tomato, Castel Vetrano olive, and aged manchego croustade and a lemon juice.Definitely, I'm starving.They were giggling, touching, or hitting each other's shoulders while talking about something I don't know.Definitely a show-off.People might think something is going on between those two.Yes, I'm upset but I put my trust in Marcus.Only an idiot would do such a thing with a massive crowd.I concentrated on the food that was in front of me. I don't want to waste the blessings freely given to me. I continued digging in the shrimp without glancing at those traitors. But I was startled that someone unfamiliar sat in my opposite seat.It's a not-so-gorgeous man, wearing a black Panther suit. He seems enjoying the wine in his hand
(Serena's POV)Shutting my eyes closed as the cold seeped through my three layers of clothing, attacking seams and zipper tracks and spots of thin insulation. The exposed skin on my face felt as if it had been touched with lit cigarettes while standing still in front of the great mahogany door."Serena, what are you doing here, it's cold outside!" I was startled by Nana's voice behind me. She was standing at the door, carrying a blanket before she strides in my direction and put the blanket on my shoulder, covering my body from the cold air."I'm waiting for Marcus," I said before fixing the blanket on me. It's getting colder or was that only my heart?Winter has come but here I am not enjoying the coolness of the atmosphere. Marcus is late for our dinner again. This is the third time he was late for our supposed planned dinner out together.I would understand if he's busy at work but he didn't even inform me that the dinner is cancelled again."You can wait inside." Nana leads me to
(Serena's POV)I woke up when Marcus slowly got on the bed and lie down behind me. I let him and pretended to be asleep until his arms wrapped around my body. His minty fragrance is something I yearn for and long the entire day. Now that I feel his warmth, it feels like I really did miss him so much. I need his warmth, his presence, his care, and his love. I'm not sure why I'm acting this way but I feel as though I need to see him before the end of this day.After a few minutes, I heard his sleeping snore. I have this urge to turn around, but as soon as I saw his peaceful countenance, my heart softened. He looks exhausted.I wrapped my arms around him, snuggling my bare face to his neck, inhaling his fragrance. He didn't take a shower as his skin still feels sticky because of sweat but it doesn't matter to me.I feel apologetic for my sudden actions earlier. Just as I realized that I'm being unreasonable, accusing him of doing something that he would never do. •••Standing by the b
(Marcus's POV)Sighing, as I gawked at the small letters in words, printed on the white paper. My focus seems neglected since I arrived a few hours ago. I left Siri so early because I have an early conference call with my people to discuss the future of the Walton Group.I pursed my lips in frustration as I can't avoid to keep thinking about Siri. I'm worried that she might be really mad.Her personality change as time goes by and it started after she got pregnant with our little angel. This time, my mood suddenly lighten up when I keep reminding myself that I will be a father soon. I hope our little angel will be safe and sound when he arrives in our arms, welcoming him wholeheartedly for being born in this world. Although the world is cruel, we will always be there to protect him at all costs. I will protect the two important people in my life and that's Siri and my junior.I've made up my mind, I have to make time for my beloved Siri. She's been out of focus these days maybe becau
(Marcus's POV)The strong smell of hospital disinfectant invaded my nostrils as I awoke. Aside from my loud breathing and the beep-beep sound you frequently hear in hospitals to let you know you're alive, the room was completely silent. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting an in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. It's Serena, peacefully lying on the bed. I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The images of it all start to occupy my thoughts."Marcus..."Nana's soft voice woke up my soul."Have a meal first."I nodded before stroking the fallen hair on Siri's innocent face. Thankfully, her heart valve surgery was successful. God knows how afraid I was yesterday, impatiently waiting for the news from her doctor, whether good or bad.It feels like I've fallen into a cactus, as my heart has been punctured a million times over by tiny pins just seeing Siri in a difficult situation, helplessly. The series of questioning
(Serena's POV)-1 year later-Placing the porcelain vase, all in of ocean blue Delphinium, setting on the top of the table covered with a white table cloth. I find the best side view of the flower to be pleasant in the eyes of the guest.Today is the first birthday of Cloud.We already prepared everything months ago, hoping that things would end up well.I scanned my eyes at my surroundings. The housekeepers and staff organizers joined hands to make this day memorable for us and our little angel. Some were running around having a hectic task to do, some were setting the arch balloon, full of pale blue balloons and Blue False Indigo's, and I spotted the servants of the Chef, preparing the food on the lengthy table.I must say, everything is perfect, from the internal decorations, the huge tarpaulin with Cloud's portrait carrying his one-day-old portrait, the venue at our garden, the foods prepared by the great Chef Alain Ducasse, to the hired mascot entertainers for the kids and mini p
(Serena's POV)The sun's rays touched her flawless skin as her eyes squinted at the sudden brightness while a strong gust of wind blew against her burgundy hair. She shines brightly with her ruffled dress when she flaunts her smile to the crowd making me feel insecure at her youthful look.She waves to Marcus and walks elegantly in his direction. I abruptly dashed at him. "Who is she?" I questioned while I can't take my eyes off her.He rests his right arm on my shoulder, wrapping around my neck. "Gloria's niece, Cassandra."Gloria's niece. No wonder her features seem familiar to me. But how come I didn't know about her?"You invited her?""No...? Maybe Gloria sent her as her proxy."He called her to introduce me. I forced myself to flaunt a smile as she handed me the gifts she brought for Cloud, one from her and one from Gloria. She came here instead because Gloria is in Russia when I sent her an email about my son's first birthday. Gloria is one of Cloud's godmothers, so hearing th
(Serena's POV)Under the brutal heat directed by the sunlight, two women covered their faces with silk shawl scarf with fashionable sunglasses, and were at the corner, scrutinizing the bypass individuals as if waiting or looking for a target, while sipping their sticky toffee milkshake to replenish the heat coming from the sun and their patience.That's Suzy and me.We were here at Cafe Dolce. Waiting for Marcus and Cassandra to arrive. I'm not sure about the specific time they plan to meet but I dragged Suzy here after Marcus left home for work.It was quite hot even though the air inside the cafe was colder than my heart. I didn't sleep well last night. After I heard him that time, I rushed upstairs, and different thoughts rummaged in my head.A lot of what ifs that I was hoping none of them is true.A lot of possible scenarios with him and the person he was planning to meet. Is it a woman or a man? Why did they plan it as a secret meeting? What is he hiding from me? Why is he doin