"Chelsea Imanuella Harald. What a beautiful name. As beautiful as her Mama. As beautiful as her Auntie too. And would be the prettiest in the Harald or Smith family."While continuing to joke, Sophia seemed very happy to help Aurora take care of this beautiful baby girl who was only one week old. Since there was no one at Mario's house, Aurora decided to temporarily stay back at the Quartararo family's house at least until the baby was one month old.Everyone also knows, Mario has to keep working. There was no way he could stay at home to keep Aurora company. For this reason too, he finally agreed to his wife's request to return temporarily to the old house."I've already bathed your baby, Aurora. She's even beautiful in her casual clothes. Now, you can breastfeed this baby first," Sophia said, handing over the baby she was carrying to her mother."Thank you very much, Sophia," Aurora said with a smile. "I don't know what it would be like if I still forced myself to live in our house.
"Happy birthday Matthew, Shawn and Chelsea. Now blow out your candles together."Kimora and Olivia looked enthusiastic about celebrating the birthday of their daughter, who is now three years old, at the big Geraldo family's house. Meanwhile, Arsene, Oliver, and Mario, who were standing behind, could only watch how excited the young mothers were to arrange their children to pose as they were told."Mom, I'm tired," complained Shawn, who is the youngest child of Arsene. Compared to Matthew, who was mostly silent, Shawn has protested countless times to his mother and Auntie."In a moment honey. Let this photographer take your best shots first.""But I'm hungry," the toddler complained. "Can I have the birthday cake right now?" he asked with a pleading expression in the voice typical of a small child.Seeing his son who needed help, Arsene immediately approached. Approaching then handed me a plate containing a birthday cake that had been cut. "Eat."Shawn just looked at the proffered pla
In a luxurious cemetery, a teenage boy sat silently with teary eyes. His hand reached out, continually wiping the gray tombstone inscribed with the name Andreas John Quartararo. "Enough, Tristan. Don't be sad. Mama is sure Papa is happy in heaven." The beautiful woman named Gracia Quartararo looked strong. Although her cheeks were still wet from tears, she tried to appear strong in front of her son. It certainly wasn't easy. Especially since she had lost her beloved husband in a car accident some time ago. The man who smiled brightly that morning, asking for permission to go to work, had to come home lifeless. "Mama will always take care of you. I promise to stay by your side until we grow old." Gracia kept trying to strengthen her child's heart so he wouldn't be consumed by sadness. She knew her son was very close to her husband. More so because Andreas was the father Tristan admired so much. However, a promise remained a promise. Exactly three months after Andreas passed away,
Tristan sat deep in thought. His gaze was fixed, watching the row of skyscrapers through the window of his office. Faintly, he smiled. It wasn't without reason. It was as if a spark of joy had touched his long-empty heart. This all happened because of his meeting yesterday with the woman Edward had brought to his birthday celebration."So, all this time, Olivia has been living in Germany?" Tristan asked as he ate the dinner already laid out on the table. Listening to Edward rambling on about the woman he brought made Tristan curious too."Yes..." The woman named Olivia nodded. "I've lived in Germany since I was a child. I just moved a year ago and finally decided to settle in London," she explained, sipping the wine Edward had given her."By the way, who do you live with here? Are you alone or with family?"Again, Tristan asked a question. He was very enthusiastic about anything Olivia told him. Not even for a moment did his attention shift, as if he was already fixed on the beautiful
Tristan slowly sipped the caramel macchiato he had just ordered. After finishing all his work, he decided to stop by one of his favorite coffee shops not far from his office.While watching the lights and traffic, Tristan seemed to enjoy his solitude tonight. Occasionally, memories of his parents flashed by, showing the happy moments they had once shared. Until not long after, a woman's voice interrupted what he had been doing."Tristan," greeted the beautiful woman whose voice was not so familiar to Tristan. When he looked up, he saw Olivia standing straight in front of the table. "I didn't expect to meet you here. May I join you?"Tristan smiled faintly. Rising from his seat, he politely invited Olivia to sit down. "With pleasure, please sit. I happen to be alone tonight."Olivia smiled happily. Without hesitation, she sat down. "Would you like something to drink? I can order it for you," Tristan offered politely."Of course." Olivia immediately nodded. "A cappuccino latte seems per
Tristan: [Olivia, are you taking a break?] Tristan: [It just so happens that I'm not far from your agency. Would you mind if I asked you out for lunch?] Olivia: [Hi. I'm relaxing right now. Of course, I don't mind.] Tristan: [Then get ready. I might be at your location in about five minutes.] Olivia: [Okay. I'll wait for you in the lobby.] Tristan smiled as he looked at the series of text messages he had just sent. The last time he met Olivia, he had managed to get her phone number with ease."Thank you, Tristan. You went out of your way to drop me off at my apartment," Olivia said as she unbuckled the seatbelt wrapped around her. Once she was free, she reached for her shopper bag in the back seat."You're welcome. Don't mention it, Olivia. I'm just doing what any gentleman should do."Olivia laughed, amused by what she had just heard. This, of course, caught Tristan's attention."Why are you laughing? Is something funny?"Olivia quickly shook her head, a sweet smile still etc
Tristan : [Sophia, are you resting?] Tristan : [I happen to be not far from your agency location. Do you mind if I take you to lunch?] Sophia : [Hi. I'm currently relaxed. Of course, I don't care] Tristan : [Then get ready. Maybe in five minutes I will arrive at the location] Sophia : [OK. I'll be waiting for you in the lobby]. Tristan smiled as he watched the short messages he had just sent. Right at the last meeting between him and Sophia, he quickly got the beautiful woman's cellphone number. "Thank you, Tristan. You went to the trouble of walking me to the apartment." Sophia said as she unbuckled the seat belt around her body. After wholly detaching, the woman grabbed her shopper bag in the back seat. "You're welcome. There's no need to hesitate Sophia. I'm just doing what a gentleman should do." Sophia laughed. She was amused by what she had just heard. This, of course, caught Tristan's attention. "Why are you even laughing? Is there anything funny?" Sophia shook her he
Blackcurrant and Red Velvet fan. Vegetable salad enthusiast and Asian cuisine. Enjoys diving and cycling. Doesn't like sleeping late. Really love men who are romantic, caring, and full of surprises. Most hate being ignored.Tristan went back to reading one by one the summary of the results of Mario's investigation some time ago. He was trying to remember what he likes and doesn't like about Sophia Walters Walters, imprinting it in his brain and mind. Not without reason, Tristan bothered to do all this. He wants to look perfect to attract and melt Sophia's heart before Edward overtakes her. Tristan was determined. He would not let his best friend have a relationship with Sophia. "I think..." Mario muttered. "The moment you carried Sophia in the restaurant parking lot yesterday must have caught Sophia's attention a little. Women all over the world are the same, Sir. It's so nice to get your name noticed, let alone spoiled by men. It's a cliche, but it really works." Tristan agre