~Alyona~ Mom and Alexander settled on the couch when we entered the house, and I was just trying to slither into my room. “Alyona, will you make coffee for us?” Mom declared. She knew I would run to my room. I rolled my eyes and stomped my foot with a fake smile. I didn’t want to entertain Alexander, not right now. “So, tell me. How are you?” “I am fine. Alyona told me about the new member of your family. Congratulations,” Alexander answered. He can smile. I raised my brow. Did he even know he looks so cute in his dimples? “Oh, yeah, she is our angel. Tell me, is Alyona working fine in the office?” She looked at me. “She is good,” seriously? I thought you would complain about Mason and me cuddling on your property. Good? My foot. Why didn’t you tell her you don’t trust me anymore? Why don’t you show her your actual face? I made coffee and kept it on the table. Mom signaled me, as this is not a good habit of keeping the food on the table. Offer it to the guest. I mustered a
~Alyona~ I reached my office the following day. Alexander and Esrael called us for a meeting in the boardroom about the Paris trip and how the departments need to manage their work. Designers, makeup artists, and management people's names were enlisted. I was quietly listening to their conversation when my eyes landed on my name enlisted in the list. I was assigned the important task of managing the show backstage. Reading my roles and responsibility, I looked at Alexander and immediately averted when I saw him looking at me the same way he did last night. What? He suddenly started trusting me after yesterday’s incident when I stopped him from kissing me. Because what I know about him is he never trusts a person when it comes to ENAMORE. I didn’t want to fall into the same trap; a single mistake, and he would not think once before blaming it on me. After the meeting finished, I went to talk to Esrael. “Esrael, I think I am not the fit candidate for this opportunity.” “Why? You
~Alyona~ We reached Paris, “the City of Love,” because of the romantic atmosphere it exudes. The City of Love isn’t just a random nickname given to Paris; it’s the perfect description. Anyone visiting the French capital would provide for all the romantic vibes they find there. While sitting in the same car, I have never experienced such a beautiful aura. Parisian architecture is a blend of many architectural styles. Walk the streets of Paris, and you’ll see the beautiful combination of Victorian architecture, Art nouveau, Modern buildings, and more. Many of the residential neighborhoods showcase beautiful colors painted across the row houses. My eyes sparkled when I saw a man proposing to a girl, the bride. “Wow,” I whispered. Undoubtedly, French people are the most romantic people in the world. “I wish.” Esrael turned towards me and smiled. “What do you wish for?” He caught me. “A French man,” I answered. Somebody let out a sharp breath after I answered Esrael’s question. Esra
~Alyona~ I enjoyed my dinner with Joshua. He took me to a fantastic place where the ambiance near the water stream gave me a soothing feeling. The site turned into an enjoyable setting when the karaoke started. With wine, we saw people singing French songs for their loved ones. I sang too and got lots of compliments on my music. I believe, and today, I saw wherever you go in this world, love is the only language you can communicate with. He dropped me in the hotel lobby. I opened the door of my room and found the room light was on. How the heck is this possible? I remembered I had closed everything before leaving. I walked inside, placed my clutch on the counter, and turned towards the mirror, trying to access my zip, when my eyes landed on a figure sitting in the corner. “What the heck?” It scared the soul out of me. It was Alexander in my room. “What are you doing?” I snorted. Alexander showed me his phone. “You sang a song for him?” What? Is he here to show me his phone o
~ALYONA~ As the days passed, ENAMORE reached the top in the fashion event. I could feel Alexander’s happiness on his face. Yes, ENAMORE is his baby, and he babied it very well. Today was the last day for the show, where Darcy presented the best dress from ENAMORE. It was an excellent ending, and she’s the best model who presented a showstopper dress, winning everyone’s heart. Well, it was evening, and the event-ending party was at its peak. We all celebrated it. I saw Esrael and Alexander drinking together. And I engaged with my colleagues who were backstage heroes, including Joshua. Sometimes I feel Joshua’s entry into my life brought Alexander near me. Whatever happens, happens for good. But something was not right with Darcy; she was acting strange lately. I saw she was drunk. She whispered something to Alexander, and I saw them leaving the party. “She is not well,” Joshua whispered in my ears when he saw my eager eyes scanning them. “Are you getting jealous? Alyona.” he re
~Alyona~ It’s like a void. A never-ending dark hole consumes everything, so you’re left feeling nothing. Empty. Nothing to subside your hollow soul that creeps in the shadows, away from any other human life, because its emptiness is so consuming it cannot bear to pretend that everything is okay. I didn’t know what to feel when someone took out my beating heart and crushed it under their feet. I didn’t know when I hit the plant pot in the hallway while running away from Alexander. He came after me when I felt his tight grip on my elbow. “Listen to me,” he shrilled. But my ears were deaf, and my mind shut down all my senses. I was entirely in a state of shock. “I didn’t know about this,” he said something. I didn’t know when I swung my hand on his face. The hallway was empty with the sound of a slap given by me on Alexander’s face. “Stop.” He was shocked. “I resigned,” I declared on his face. I didn’t care whether he wanted a month’s notice. All I cared about was my soul was
~Alyona~ It’s been two months for me with Cassie and her family. I wonder how they took care of me and my broken heart. As a big brother, Lucas never left me alone, and sometimes he used to tap the most sensitive part of my life; Alexander. He believed that time would heal my heart. They thought I was healing inside but didn’t feel like it; It’s just I trained to hide my pain perfectly in front of my family. I wonder why my heart still beats for him, even after so many days of pain. It was not the time; his betrayal caused me. She’s under notice period time, working day and night. It would be hard for her to come here; she spends most of her life in NYC. But because of me, she couldn’t come here. Cassie and Luca took me to their church, where I met their musical worship band. Music heals everyone, and with that hope, I started spending most of my time with them. We became friends. Composing songs and playing the music started healing my heart. Today it’s Sunday, and unfortunate
~ALYONA~ Meeting with Stephan was something unique to me. I am happy we became good friends in a short period. What I liked about him was he never judged me. He made me laugh every time we met. Our meetings were getting frequent as his visits to our choir. I thought of starting a new job, but somehow most of my time was spent creating new songs, and it became my new passion. Every time I went to practice, I found Stephan waiting for me outside. “Hey, how was the practice?” He opened the car door for me. “It was relaxing. I love this. I just love creating music. You know, today we tried shofar.” “That’s good.” “The sound of the shofar gives an intense touch to our soul. It’s like... I am..” I was busy telling him everything with all my gestures. I looked at Stephan, his eyes gawking at me. “Why are you looking at me like this?” I waved my hand in front of him. “Stephan to earth... earth to Stephan.” He didn’t answer me. “Don’t look at me like this.” I purred as his eyes were t