- LORELEI -
Think about being an ass. I huffed, while curling my hair. Every single time I think about last night, my skin irks me.I was so dumb doing that but what could he possibly want me to think and do?I scoffed while focusing on my hair in the mirror. Claire helped me loosen the previous style but that's all I needed her for. Now, I'm trying to do my wavy wolf cut on my own. Without using scissors on my hair. When someone is broke for a long time, the person learns how to do certain things on their own to cut costs and survive.Learning how to sew and hairdressing so I can style both mom's and my hair while make clothes for us came in handy. At least, it was worth it despite the amount of times my fingers hurt from all the work.A sigh escaped my lips. The blank cheque is still with me. I still don't know what to do with it. I don't know how many figures to put there. I mean, it would be easier to know if I have the recent boo- ACE - I don’t know what I was expecting when I made the request for Catherine’s background but it definitely was not this. If I had found out about all the things recorded in here long ago, I would’ve gotten rid of her. For good. I shuffle through the file in my hand, scheming through each page quickly yet carefully. I need more of this. I need Alejandro to dig into her deeper. For one, her real name is not even Catherine. It’s Matilda. There is no last name recorded in these files and this just makes me wonder who the hell she is and what else she hid from all of us. It makes me wonder if this woman’s real name and identity recorded in these papers are accurate or just an alias she forged for herself. No being does not have a last name attached to it and this fact only prompts more thoughts I never thought I’d consider. I wonder what kind of woman my uncle let into the family and how she could weave her way into being a Salvatore knowing how orderly and careful my fam
- LORELEI - My ears are beginning to buzz too. My condition keeps getting worse the longer I stay here and I cannot understand why. I’ve had nothing in my stomach since my date so what is going on with me? Is this the afterlife? A soft laugh leaves my lips at the vague thought. Funny I can make personal jokes like this at such a time. I feel like I’m dying though, if I’m not already dead. A prolonged groan mumbles out my lips. It sounded like a gasp for help. My throat feels like it’s drying out and I don’t think I can wait for over, I take a look at my phone to check the arrival time of the uber, ten minutes anymore. I have to leave now. I need to find somebody, anybody at this point to get me out of here before I collapse and wake up in a place I’m not supposed to be in. Before Ace makes my life more hell than it already is all because of another mistake. A dry cough escapes my mouth. My head is pressed on my arm which leans on the table before me. To think I have be
- ACE - I don’t know why but for some reason, I’m having cold feet. Not the typical one people refer to out of fear, no, quite the contrary. The weather seems chilly for some reason yet I can’t help but rub my gloved palm against each other in anticipation. And I also feel hot. Really hot like this weather is not getting to me but it actually is. I think the word I’m searching for is expectancy. I don’t know what to look forward to. It may either be useful or not but I sure hope it’s not the latter. Not when I hosted an event specifically for this purpose. I dip my hand in my chest pocket to grab my phone. My eyes feast on the screen the moment I hold it before me and once my phone unlocks, I read and reread the message displayed to me on the screen. ‘Where do I meet you, Marco?’ I finally text him after conflicting thoughts, still walking outside, way past the venue of my event. A notification pops at the top of my screen. ‘A little more forward then turn to your left at the
- LORELEI - I don’t know why but I feel worse than I did when I arrived here. It seems like my whole senses are faltering and my head is spinning. My hand has rummaged over my body, my head and neck being the most touched parts, numerous times for me to know I’m running a temperature. My breath is also hot and my breathing is slowed. These things happening to me is outside the chaos going on in my stomach. It feels like my intestines are eating each other since they’ve got nothing to occupy them with. I’m a pharmacist and well versed with health to know that I need to see a doctor. And fast. I let my body fall forward feebly, trying to lean on the desk before me. Where is that waitress with my meal? I don’t know what medication she gave to me but I think I should’ve requested she bring a perfectly sealed pack of the medicine instead so I could read the prescribed dosage and know what I’m taking is safe. But it’s too late now. I’ve already swallowed what I do not know into m
- ACE - My eyes are everywhere they’re supposed to be, stalking Catherine like a hawk while monitoring the welfare of everything going on around me as I keep in touch with Marco. He’s not here yet. All I know is that he’s met with Alejandro but nothing more and that has been over an hour ago. I’m starting to get worried. I’m beginning to wonder if he is okay or if the tables turned against me and Catherine has orchestrated another pretend accident. I look at the time on my watch. Time is seemingly progressing slowly at this hour. I guess I’ll have to wait to find out. “What is wrong with you?” Someone barks at me from behind me, pulling me back by the shoulder. There is only one person who has the audacity to touch me in public spaces so I don’t have to guess who it is. “What did I do wrong this time?” I say sarcastically, bringing the champagne flute half full of champagne to my mouth, taking a sip. There’s a grin on my face. I’m just messing around with her, Isabel. “H
- LORELEI - I have a terrible headache. My head is my worst enemy, pounding violently like a hammer hitting a stubborn nail. Every second I breathe, I feel myself get sicker and sicker and I’m beginning to worry that it may not just be because I’m hungry. I think I’m sick but I won’t be shocked why. I walk around this party aimlessly, looking for a spot to crash that is far away from my husband. Who on earth brings you into a gathering with people you’ve never met yet expects you to smile at them while carrying the responsibility you never thought you had then proceed to leave you all by yourself just because he’s married to you? I swallow. I feel so faint that it’s difficult to see. Everything is dizzy. My head is spinning and my stomach is pinching. Right now, I just want one thing, two actually, to eat then get the hell out of here in one piece but I doubt I’ll be able to. “Hey,” I call, my breathing slow. The person I stopped is putting on a waitering outfit so I assu