“How does it taste? Is it good? Is it good?” Arrabella's eyes rounded, waiting for my answer. A smudge of flour was on her cheek, and some sauce splashed on her green apron with a cute little rabbit face. I took her pasta again and ate it. Then I smiled. "It tastes so good," I said, and took another. The sauce with the grilled meat and cheese was bursting in my mouth. "This would be enough for me to eat for a day. How did you learn to cook such delicious pasta?” "My brother taught me how when I was twelve," she explained, wiping the smudge from her cheek. "Arra? What are you doing—” I stopped eating and looked outside the kitchen door. Zach was there carrying some paper bags, and our eyes met. "Brother, you are here!" Arrabella exclaimed happily. She ran up to him and hugged him. I was the one who looked away. I was astonished that he was here, and I don't know what to tell him. Was saying hi to him a good choice? "What are you two doing?" Zach asked. "Here's the thing you're a
My head rested on the study table, and remembering his kiss caused emotions inside me as well as sadness. He was the one who broke it, and he said sorry before leaving me. He couldn't look into my eyes. He realized what he had done. That something was not good. Did he do it to prove something? It felt like that, and I was hurt. I should have pushed him and not kissed him back. I banged my head on the surface. Why did I react that way? His kiss was so good that I forgot what the right thing to do was. I ate the apple without resisting it. I don't know if I'll ever face Zach without remembering his kiss. It's been three days, and I still feel his lips on mine. "Cairen? Are you awake?” Haze's voice outside the door interrupted my self-sulking. "Yes, why?" I asked, rubbing my forehead and looking at the closed door. I got off my feet, and opened the door. "There is a woman looking for you," he said. Haze's hair was so long that he tied it, and despite it, he was looking so handsome
After the prenup, we went to the restaurant to have our lunch. I was eating the food in silence while Arrabella and Sir Alexander were chatting about her plan to move school here. Grandma was at my side at the round table, and on the other side was Zach. "If you allow me to move here, Grandpa and Brother, then I would be happier closer to the two of you." Arrabella smiled and poked the meat. "It's up to your brother, Arra," Sir Alexander said, looking at Zach."What do you think your little sister wants?" Zach wiped his mouth with the napkin and stared at him. "She needs to finish her senior year before moving here." The corner of Arrabella's mouth curled downward. "Brother! I am sick of that place. I don't feel at home in the dormitory I was leaving, and plus, the students there are mean to me. I don't have friends." "It's your attitude that makes no one want to be your friend," Zach pointed out, and he continued eating. Arrabella shifted her gaze to me, pleading for my assistanc
I looked at myself in the body-sized mirror, and the wedding dress was as beautiful as what I imagined it to be. It fits me well, and the design was precisely what I wanted it to be. It was not revealing, but it showed the curves of my body, and the long sleeve was made of lace. It has a square neckline. The veil was made of lace, and it was beautiful. “Wow! You are so beautiful, Cairen!” Arrabella exclaimed behind my back. "I love the dress, it's so stunning." "I do love it too," I remarked. "Brother will fall over heels with you," Arrabella said, grinning. For a few seconds, a sad glint appeared in my eyes. And I smiled brightly. "Are you here to take me?" I turned to face Arrabella. She was wearing a peach dress, and her hair was braided. "Look at you, you are so beautiful." "No, you are the most beautiful here. Yes, the wedding ceremony is starting." And Arrabella held my hand. We exited the villa room and entered the hallway leading to the back garden, where the wedding wi
During the journey, my eyelids gradually got heavier. And I yawned. Zach was next to me, on his phone, answering some emails. "Are we close?" I asked him. I wiped the sleepy tears from my eyes. "Almost there," he answered after looking inside the window. "Okay," I softly said. I didn't expect that he'd wrap his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. "Lean your head on me and sleep." And I did. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep. When I woke up, I was in an unfamiliar room, lying on a comfortable bed. Though I was still wearing my gown. The birds were chirping outside, and I sat on the bed, squeezing my eyes. What time is it? I was looking for the phone, and I remembered that I put it in Arrabella's bag. I stretched my arms before getting off the bed. I felt refreshed. Then I unzipped my wedding gown since the zipper was on the side, letting it fall on the floor. I was half naked except for my underwear. And I looked in the body size mirror at my face. My dark red lipstick had
He went inside the house while I was processing his presence in my mind. "I need your help," he told me. I looked out the door and at him, who was sitting on the couch. The shock still hasn't gotten over me. I look at him intently. I tightened my grip on the doorknob and slammed the door closed. "What are you doing here?" I asked indignantly and approached him. "I have texted you before that it will be the last time we meet. I will not help you with anything. I am not interested. Go away!" I pointed to the door, and the heat flushed my face. What if Zach or their grandfather finds out he's here? Does he want to destroy me? "I won't leave until you help me," he said seriously, crossing his arms. He gave me a challenging stare. "Help me, then it will be the last." I facepalm. If only I could lift him up and throw him outside to solve my problems, but I am half his size. "You're ruining me!" "If you don't help me, you know what I will do." He smiled, threatening me. Iffin him! I c
Zach was silent while I was deafened by my heart beating so hard. What was he thinking? I want to look at him, but I'm afraid of seeing his intense, burning stare. My grip on the upper back of the seat tightened. I noticed him walk out of the dining room, and I watched him go to the fridge. "You're angry..." I said it with difficulty. "No," he said, taking something from there. I blinked my eyes. "You're not angry?" "No, and you tell me about it. Giovanni had called me this morning to tell me he had come to see you to ask you something. I am mad, but I am expecting you not to tell me about it. But you did," he said with a beautiful smile on his lips. Zach was not angry. I still can't believe it. I was expecting him to shout at me in anger or grab me while I looked into his cold eyes and stern face. He closed the fridge, got some wine, and took two glasses from the drawer. I just realized that he is happy; what's the reason? He placed the glass on the dining table and opened
I looked outside the car. Zach was quiet. I have class, but I was excused for two weeks for the honeymoon. It was so sudden that until now I was in disbelief. It's a good thing he didn't hear everything Blake and I talked about, as he said. But I keep doubting him, especially since he has been quiet since we left the university. "Are we leaving tomorrow?" I asked, looking at him. He nodded, and I don't know where we are going. "This is not the way to the house." "No, we're going somewhere," he answered in a monotone. I'm still nervous as to why his answers were like that. Something seems wrong. "Zach, are you okay?" He nodded, but there was no smile on his lips. "You are lying," I remarked. And he smiled. "I am not. What do you want me to say?" "You are so quiet and don't smile. I thought you were mad at me," I admitted. Zach laughed, and I smiled. "Do I need to smile every time I am with you to assure you that I am okay?" he asked, and the car turned to another road. "Not a