DANIELLE'S P.O.V.If there was one thing that I had come to learn over the years that I had spent around my best friends, the couple of months that I had spent with the Valentinos, and also the few months that I had spent knowing my course mates who had turned into friends and had fastly become an important part of my life; it was that no matter how much money one had, or how famous one was, or even how glamorous one was, he or she could never be able to do without friends and family.My life was a perfect example to refer to that statement with if ever one needed to refer to an example while talking about this as while growing up, I had it all; a super rich and famous Dad, pretty shoes, expensive purses, tons of make-up as soon as I was old enough to use them, a whole walk-in closet full of clothes, a driver that drove me to and from school everyday while I was still in middle and high school, and even while I was in college, a live-in chef who served as both a grandmother to me and
DANIELLE'S P.O.V."I'm so sorry, but it has to be done." Alisia said."What are you doing, Allie?" I asked, my eyes squinting in question."I'm sorry." she only repeated in answer.I was baffled by Alisia's consistent apologies- so surprised that I could not even properly comprehend what was going on. The surprise took me by storm and the only thing that I could do was to stay, rooted yo the spot that I was standing on by the surprise, and watch as my sister in-law slowly backed away from her place beside me, bolted out of the room, and closed the door; the sound of the heavy door slamming close reverberated in the room before being closely followed by the sound of the noisiness caused by the door's lock being turned.It was too late to do anything by the time I realized that I had just walked myself into a trap. To say that I was confused, by all that had happened and all that was going in that moment, would be an understatement. I was way past confused and the consequence of my bew
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.If there was one good thing about being locked in a room, it was that said room was the pantry which had been stocked full of various food items but most especially snacks. At least I would not be hungry while I bid my time in the room of apparently no escape.Through the aid of my phone, I had been regularly checking the number of minutes that Adrian and I had spent locked up in that room while hoping that my in-laws, Adrian's family, would decide that they had kept us in the sparsely ventilated room for too long and come to the agreement to release us. However, as the seconds rolled into minutes and those minutes in turn rolled into hours, I came to the realization that Adrian and I were going to be kept captive longer than wither one of them thought we were.I had tried several and various means of getting the both of us out of the room. These things included knocking profusely on the door in hopes of a passer by hearing, shouting at the top of my longs so as to c
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.As I watched Adrian practically fly out of the room, a thousand thoughts ran through my head. I wondered what the hell was going on and who Alisia, at first dashed into the room the way that she had and why her older brother followed suit in her action by dashing out of the room in the exact same way."What in the world is happening, Alisia?" I asked, the confusion that gnawed at my person caused my eyebrows to crease.Alisia did not answer with words but instead gestured to me by stretching out the hand that held her phone. I collected the mobile device from her hand and looked to see that the phone's screen was on and it had been opened to a page which on further inspection was revealed to be a news article whose headline caught my attention.There, written on the page of the news article, was the Valentino name. It was nothing out of the ordinary for the family's name to be mentioned on blogs, news articles, or news papers, seeing as our family was the most influe
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The phone call went more successfully than I thought it would as almost immediately after ending the call with the writer of the article; after pouring out all of my thoughts about the demeaning and defaming things that said person had written and inevitably spread through out the entire expanse of social media, slamming the evidence that Alfredo had found with the help of one of the company's technicians, threatening him that I would be suing him for defamation, and finally, telling him that he would only be dragged harshly through the mud for his audacity to say the things that he had; after saying all of that to him and receiving an ardent apology from him after claiming that he was only the messenger of evil and not the perpetrator itself, Alfredo announced that all of his posts about the supposed questioning of the Valentino company's integrity had been taken down.Alongside taking down the posts, the writer also put up a written apology, apologizing to the Vale
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.What word could I use to define the crushing grief, the suppressing anguish, and the painful distress that I was feeling?How could I describe the aching tuttering of my heart and the torturous squeezing of my chest?How was I to determine the best way that I could use in outlining such an intense experience that tore through my body, my bones, and even the very core of my being?Heartbroken!That was the one word that could be used to properly and efficiently quantify the mind numbing emotion that I was feeling at that moment. I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does."A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible caus
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.I felt it as blood rushed into my head, causing my ears to ring, loudly, and my eyes to sting painfully. My chest constricted and squeezed in anguish at the news that had just being broken to me over the phone, and my heart beat rapidly and very quickly causing air to go in and come out of my nostrils in uneven breaths. My hands, as well, were not exempted from the consequences of the news that Alisia had just broken to me over the phone as they trembled violently, causing my phone to shake and nearly fall off from the weak grasp of my fingers."What did you just say?" I asked, my voice coming out in a weak a d tired whisper.I hoped, with all of my heart, all of my might, and all of my being, that I had not properly heard what my sister in-law had said earlier during the phone call. I wanted what I head heard to be untrue; I conjured up explanations for why what I heard earlier should have been wrong and unreal.Maybe my ears had been playing tricks on me; Maybe I w
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The process of donating my blood was a less easy and more stressful procedure than I thought it was going to be. After volunteering myself to be the blood donor, I had no idea what go expect because I had never done so before, so when I was asked, by the doctor, to follow one of the nurses whom he called away from the ensuing pandemonium in the lobby, I followed without asking any questions.The nurse led me to a laboratory where I was then handed over to a medical laboratory scientist who explained to me that my blood would have to be tested first before the donation to see if Alfredo and I had the same blood group or if our blood groups were compatible. I then watched as she tied a tube like item tightly around my upper arm and cleansed an area of my arm with a cotton wool which was soaked in methylated spirit.When the needle pierced through my skin and into my vein, my eyes were closed very tightly and I held my breath in trepidation. As soon as the needle had pi