Snow "You should've been a chef of some popular five-star restaurant where only celebrities dine." I shout, moaning with each bite. He laughs at me. "Ricardo taught me how to cook. Everything I know, Ricardo taught me." "This is absolutely amazing. Great husband material." I joke. "I'll come home from work and make dinner every evening? Sure. I don't know how you can make coffee but can't cook." "I didn't learn to cook. I learnt how to make coffee." I reply. Cody hums in response. "What happens when I travel?" "It's either you come home to make me dinner while you're away or I follow you." I answer, chuckling. He laughs at my response. "Okay. No more talking. Let's finish this, set up the camera and get drunk." "This might not be a good idea." "How so?" I ask him. "What if something happens?" "The thing about my crazy idea is that something will definitely happen. That's why we're taking the risk. Let's lock ourselves up and hide the key in a place that will be easier to fin
Snow "Oh my God. My head hurts." I cry out loud and wince. My own voice piercing my ears, worsening the pain in my head. "This is the worst hangover I've ever had." Cody whispers. "No one has ever had a great hangover. But I agree, this is the worst. We should keep whispering. At least our voices won't worsen the pain." Unable to get up, Cody and I crawl to the kitchen. I spot the camera still secured in its corner. "How we managed to not break the camera is a miracle." I whisper "Indeed." Cody laughs and winces. "My throat hurts so bad." "Me too." We crawl to one cabinet in the kitchen which was thankfully located within our reach. Cody pulls out the first aid kit from the cabinet and I search for aspirin in the kit. Sitting on the ground, we take in the aspirin, slowly get up and fill glasses with water. We gulp it down and sit on the ground again. "I can't wait to watch what the video of what we did while we were drunk. My entire body hurts." I say to Cody "My arms hurt so
Snow "Miranda has been kidnapped." Andre says. "What? How?" I ask him, letting him in. "Cody!" I call out. "Andre? What is it?" "We've been trying to reach you two but your phones were off. We were able to track your last known location and I remembered your parents live here so I came as fast as I could. Miranda was kidnapped yesterday after school. Detective Parker is looking for her now." "Who do you think took her?" Cody asks him. "Kylie is off the grid which means that she probably took Miranda. A picture of Miranda, tied up in an old warehouse was sent to Sam." Andre explains to us. "Let's go. No time to pack up." Cody says. We both run upstairs to get our phones while Andre leaves ahead of us. Then we make sure to lock the house and leave. Cody drives us back while I try to call Sam. Fifteen missed calls from her, Lee and Andre. I suddenly feel bad. If only we didn't decide to get drunk, we would've heard about the news and be there with Sam as the police search for Mir
Cody “Hey Dad.” “Miranda?” I look up at her as she enters the study. “I was wondering if I could sleep over at Jessie’s place tomorrow night.” “A sleepover? I don’t mind. But your Mom and I were also planning on spending the weekend together at the lake house, where we’re planning the wedding.” “I don’t feel like going Dad.” Miranda tells me in a soft voice. “I understand but you have to be there. You don’t want to be left out, do you?” “Please Dad.” Miranda begs. I sigh. “I’ll let Snow understand that you want to have a sleepover at Jessie’s place. I’m sure she won’t mind. Will there be other girls?” “It’s just Jessie and I.” She replies softly. “Then I’ll have Joseph drop you off tomorrow after school.” “Thanks Dad.” “Don’t mention it. I just want to see you smiling always and since Jessie makes you smile, that’s just what we need. Know that Snow and I love you very much.” “I know. You say it all the time.” Miranda replies and walks out quietly. It’s been three years s
Snow “Miranda?” I knock on her door. “Can I come in?” I ask softly. The door opens and Miranda looks up at me. “You can come in.” She opens the doors wider and lets me in. I walk to her desk and have a seat on her chair. “Is there anything I can help you with, Mom?” “I wanted to talk to you.” “Come have a seat on the bed with me. It’s good that you brought this up.” I look at her with furrowed brows. “It is?” I ask her and she nods. I sit beside her on the bed, kicking off my shoes and crossing my legs so that I’m sitting opposite her in the same position. She urges me to speak and I continue but then I ask her, “what is it that you think I’m bringing up here? I want to be sure that we’re on the same page here.” “Aren’t you here to talk about us? You and I?” She waves her finger between us. “I am.” “Let me apologize first. I’ve always wanted to but I didn’t know how to bring it up.” “Don’t worry about that Miranda.” “No. I want to apologize for my attitude towards you. I’m r
Snow A year ago, we went on a vacation in London where we met with one of Cody’s old friends and his wife and children. Mr. and Mrs. Robinson are really nice people that welcomed us warmly. It was a very nice experience, spending a week with them. Not to mention that Miranda had a great time with their son Carlos who’s three years older than her. Though she hates to admit it, she did have a lot of fun in London and I’m certain Carlos and Miranda contact each other. Mrs. Daya Robinson, a renowned baker in London and one of the owners of Lena’s Bakery all around the country. She manages the bakeries with her brother, Marco Sanchez. Daya was very friendly and we got along so well. Especially after I found out that her mother was someone I’ve been trying to track for a long time and almost got killed by her but she let me go for unknown reasons. Ruby Crest, the black tigress, a very fierce woman. A mafia empressMr. Dave Robinson, the CEO of Robinson Industries. He’s such a handsome man
Snow "We're here Daya." I say happily settling down on my bed in our hotel suite. "That's great. You're at the hotel right? "Yeah." "I'm sure you'll find Carlos wondering around with his grandmother. If you do, let him drive you to Marco's Pastry Place. But if not, let me know. I'm kind of busy here at the bakery so I'll see you when you get here." "You're busy this evening?" "Yeah. Dave's father is hosting a small party for his friends and I'm in charge of the food. I need to get everything done on time. Then we can hang out afterwards." "Sure, but which of his grandmothers is he here with?" I try to hide the panic in my voice. Daya laughs. "That'll be a surprise for you." "A cruel one if it's Ruby." She bursts into laughter again. "Alright. I'll see you and Miranda when you get here. Have fun." Then she hangs up. "Andy." I call out. "Yes Mom?" " I just called Daya. She said Carlos is around. You can call him if you want." "I've already done that, he'll be here any seco
Cody “Serena, have you made reservations for lunch?” “I have, Mr. Wells. I wasn’t sure of what to do since Mrs. Wells isn’t here so I just made reservations for two.” “Can you cancel? And did you just call my fiancé Mrs. Wells?” I look up at her, a smile creeping on my lips. Serena smiles and nods. “Mr. Wells asked me to call her that since you’ll be married in the next two months. In his words, ‘It wouldn’t hurt to start calling her Mrs. Wells. Those two were practically married before Cody decided to make it official.’” I chuckle. “Lee said that?” “He did, Sir.” She answers. “Alright. Just cancel my plans for lunch. I’ll be spending my lunch break talking to Snow.” “Or instead of cancelling, Lee and I can go and have lunch together. Just the two of us. That isn’t a bad idea, right?” “Of course not. Not at all.” I wink at her, making her blush. She excuses herself and exits my office. Before I hired Serena as my assistant, she was a waiter at Duquette’s café. My secretary wh
Snow “So as I was saying,” I continue after, putting the phone on charge. “Carlos loves you and I’m pretty sure he’ll do anything to be with you.” Miranda gasps. “You really think so.” “I know so. Teenage love is easier to identify. So beautiful and tenderly, so kind.” I sigh dramatically and we both burst into laughter. “Ok. Now I’m starving. Let’s go and find the girls and then later, we have breakfast. If my stomach rumbles again, don’t let it surprise you when I head in the direction of the breakfast lounge.” Miranda giggles and we both head out. I ask her to try calling Daya before we went to her room in the hotel. Then we bump into Cody. Miranda gasps dramatically. We gaze at each other for a while before she walks away, still giggling. Then I turn to Cody and raise a brow at him. He smiles at me and pulls me back into a my room. “What are you doi-“ He covers my mouth before I’m able to finish my sentence. Then he smashes his lips on mine, kissing me with need. He swallows my
Snow The days went by quickly as we prepared towards the wedding. Everyone was present a week before the day of the wedding. My aunt and uncle, Andre, Cody and Lee, Serena and some other friends of Cody and I. Daya and the planner triple checked everything to make sure that the decorations, food, my wedding dress, Cody’s wedding tuxedo, invitations and everything else was on point. The guests had already started arriving. Cody and I were grateful to see those who could make it and we kept expecting more of our guests to arrive. Inwardly, I was very happy that Ruby was being helpful. Lee planned pre-wedding celebrations for Cody and I to have fun before the day of our wedding ceremony. Dave, Daya’s husband joined in on the fun. I had my bridal shower three days ago and it was lovely. I had lots of fun with my family and friends. Knowing Lee, it was wild as it was expected, but we didn’t mind. On the next day, there was rehearsal dinner. It also went on smoothly until Lee started firew
Cody “Serena, have you made reservations for lunch?” “I have, Mr. Wells. I wasn’t sure of what to do since Mrs. Wells isn’t here so I just made reservations for two.” “Can you cancel? And did you just call my fiancé Mrs. Wells?” I look up at her, a smile creeping on my lips. Serena smiles and nods. “Mr. Wells asked me to call her that since you’ll be married in the next two months. In his words, ‘It wouldn’t hurt to start calling her Mrs. Wells. Those two were practically married before Cody decided to make it official.’” I chuckle. “Lee said that?” “He did, Sir.” She answers. “Alright. Just cancel my plans for lunch. I’ll be spending my lunch break talking to Snow.” “Or instead of cancelling, Lee and I can go and have lunch together. Just the two of us. That isn’t a bad idea, right?” “Of course not. Not at all.” I wink at her, making her blush. She excuses herself and exits my office. Before I hired Serena as my assistant, she was a waiter at Duquette’s café. My secretary wh
Snow "We're here Daya." I say happily settling down on my bed in our hotel suite. "That's great. You're at the hotel right? "Yeah." "I'm sure you'll find Carlos wondering around with his grandmother. If you do, let him drive you to Marco's Pastry Place. But if not, let me know. I'm kind of busy here at the bakery so I'll see you when you get here." "You're busy this evening?" "Yeah. Dave's father is hosting a small party for his friends and I'm in charge of the food. I need to get everything done on time. Then we can hang out afterwards." "Sure, but which of his grandmothers is he here with?" I try to hide the panic in my voice. Daya laughs. "That'll be a surprise for you." "A cruel one if it's Ruby." She bursts into laughter again. "Alright. I'll see you and Miranda when you get here. Have fun." Then she hangs up. "Andy." I call out. "Yes Mom?" " I just called Daya. She said Carlos is around. You can call him if you want." "I've already done that, he'll be here any seco
Snow A year ago, we went on a vacation in London where we met with one of Cody’s old friends and his wife and children. Mr. and Mrs. Robinson are really nice people that welcomed us warmly. It was a very nice experience, spending a week with them. Not to mention that Miranda had a great time with their son Carlos who’s three years older than her. Though she hates to admit it, she did have a lot of fun in London and I’m certain Carlos and Miranda contact each other. Mrs. Daya Robinson, a renowned baker in London and one of the owners of Lena’s Bakery all around the country. She manages the bakeries with her brother, Marco Sanchez. Daya was very friendly and we got along so well. Especially after I found out that her mother was someone I’ve been trying to track for a long time and almost got killed by her but she let me go for unknown reasons. Ruby Crest, the black tigress, a very fierce woman. A mafia empressMr. Dave Robinson, the CEO of Robinson Industries. He’s such a handsome man
Snow “Miranda?” I knock on her door. “Can I come in?” I ask softly. The door opens and Miranda looks up at me. “You can come in.” She opens the doors wider and lets me in. I walk to her desk and have a seat on her chair. “Is there anything I can help you with, Mom?” “I wanted to talk to you.” “Come have a seat on the bed with me. It’s good that you brought this up.” I look at her with furrowed brows. “It is?” I ask her and she nods. I sit beside her on the bed, kicking off my shoes and crossing my legs so that I’m sitting opposite her in the same position. She urges me to speak and I continue but then I ask her, “what is it that you think I’m bringing up here? I want to be sure that we’re on the same page here.” “Aren’t you here to talk about us? You and I?” She waves her finger between us. “I am.” “Let me apologize first. I’ve always wanted to but I didn’t know how to bring it up.” “Don’t worry about that Miranda.” “No. I want to apologize for my attitude towards you. I’m r
Cody “Hey Dad.” “Miranda?” I look up at her as she enters the study. “I was wondering if I could sleep over at Jessie’s place tomorrow night.” “A sleepover? I don’t mind. But your Mom and I were also planning on spending the weekend together at the lake house, where we’re planning the wedding.” “I don’t feel like going Dad.” Miranda tells me in a soft voice. “I understand but you have to be there. You don’t want to be left out, do you?” “Please Dad.” Miranda begs. I sigh. “I’ll let Snow understand that you want to have a sleepover at Jessie’s place. I’m sure she won’t mind. Will there be other girls?” “It’s just Jessie and I.” She replies softly. “Then I’ll have Joseph drop you off tomorrow after school.” “Thanks Dad.” “Don’t mention it. I just want to see you smiling always and since Jessie makes you smile, that’s just what we need. Know that Snow and I love you very much.” “I know. You say it all the time.” Miranda replies and walks out quietly. It’s been three years s
Snow "Miranda has been kidnapped." Andre says. "What? How?" I ask him, letting him in. "Cody!" I call out. "Andre? What is it?" "We've been trying to reach you two but your phones were off. We were able to track your last known location and I remembered your parents live here so I came as fast as I could. Miranda was kidnapped yesterday after school. Detective Parker is looking for her now." "Who do you think took her?" Cody asks him. "Kylie is off the grid which means that she probably took Miranda. A picture of Miranda, tied up in an old warehouse was sent to Sam." Andre explains to us. "Let's go. No time to pack up." Cody says. We both run upstairs to get our phones while Andre leaves ahead of us. Then we make sure to lock the house and leave. Cody drives us back while I try to call Sam. Fifteen missed calls from her, Lee and Andre. I suddenly feel bad. If only we didn't decide to get drunk, we would've heard about the news and be there with Sam as the police search for Mir
Snow "Oh my God. My head hurts." I cry out loud and wince. My own voice piercing my ears, worsening the pain in my head. "This is the worst hangover I've ever had." Cody whispers. "No one has ever had a great hangover. But I agree, this is the worst. We should keep whispering. At least our voices won't worsen the pain." Unable to get up, Cody and I crawl to the kitchen. I spot the camera still secured in its corner. "How we managed to not break the camera is a miracle." I whisper "Indeed." Cody laughs and winces. "My throat hurts so bad." "Me too." We crawl to one cabinet in the kitchen which was thankfully located within our reach. Cody pulls out the first aid kit from the cabinet and I search for aspirin in the kit. Sitting on the ground, we take in the aspirin, slowly get up and fill glasses with water. We gulp it down and sit on the ground again. "I can't wait to watch what the video of what we did while we were drunk. My entire body hurts." I say to Cody "My arms hurt so