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2024-10-29 19:42:56That was the problem. Valentine didn’t know where William’s—their—house was located in spite of how many times she had been there. That was her fault for not paying attention to the directions, always complaining and zoning out of herself.
“Why did Sofie leave that soup to you again?” Missy opened the pot, letting steam escape from being trapped inside. The scent of almost every ingredient combined, hovered itself in the air.
“She told me it’s ours now. We can return the pot to her soon, though.” She looked at the both of them then continued, “are you both hungry?”
Missy closed it back again and shook her head, disagreeing. “What about you, D?”
Delilah held up her hand, gesturing them to wait as she continued typing down on her phone. Her brows were almost scrunched together and her thin lower lip got bitten by her upper teeth.
“What are you busy again with, D? Is i
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It was already night. The sun had hidden itself from sight, dimming their part of the world. The chirping the crickets created seeped through the open windows and the satisfying noise entered Valentine’s ears. It indicated peace and quiet. The entire day was quite eventful.Her arms were spread wide on the bed while her legs dangled off. Her eyes got stuck to the ceiling right after she had worn her night clothes. The memories from earlier kept on replaying itself uninvitedly and it was making her annoyed.She had managed to shift her thoughts to another one. Job. She needed a job. Then she remembered Missy – she was willing to work at William’s shop. Valentine stood up and stretched her arms, yawning. She made her way outside her room and went to William’s.Her knuckles banged against the door twice. “William? Are you awake?”“Come in.”She went inside. He was on his expensive-looking chair, back str
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To Valentine’s luck, she managed the shop perfectly. There were not that much problems, her co-workers were easy to get along with, and the costumers were somehow quite easy for them to please. She wondered how Delilah was going, and Sofie too.She watched Missy crack jokes with the co-workers now that it was their time to close down the shop. The co-workers waved farewell as they left. Giggles and gossiping erupted from them right after. Meanwhile, Valentine and Missy waited outside.“When will William pick us up?” Missy tied her hair up into a ponytail.“He’ll be here any second now,” Valentine muttered. It made her smile a little realizing that he had become their personal driver.Not a minute longer, William pulled over in front of them. Missy pulled herself to the front seat while Valentine to the back seat.Valentine noticed William fix his rear-view mirror and she caught his eyes through it. “How was
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They got up early in the morning to prepare. William advised Valentine to wear something white as the top then skinny jeans for her training as it’s what she needed first considering that she was still a beginner in all of this. They ate their breakfast together in silence.As Valentine pulled the backseat car door open, William questioned her, “why don’t you want to sit on the front seat?”She panicked. “Because sitting on the front makes me gassy?”“Since when did you started farting when sitting at the front?”Valentine brought her hand up to her mouth then faked a cough, “come on, M might have died waiting for us.”Fortunately for her, William disregarded his concern. The both of them got in the vehicle then headed off to Missy’s location. She was waiting outside, waving her hand frantically at them through the tinted car windows. On her right hand, was a paper bag.Missy,
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“You’ll see,” he said. The elevator dinged in a different tone, indicating that they were now on the floor where William’s office was located.Valentine stepped back to the center, readying herself before the door opens. Once more, unexpectedly — which she needs to get fond with —, William snaked his hand to hers, intertwining the fingers tightly. Unfortunately, it was too late for her to complain.The familiar face of a woman Valentine recently met greeted them with a huge smile.“Pepper?”“Sweetie!” Pepper beamed.“What are you doing here? You work here?” Valentine’s mind was filled with confusion. But she managed to take a little trip back to a minute ago. “You’re training me?” She walked first out of the elevator, fingers still intertwined with William’s.“Pepper is a professional model trainer; as she’s been training the com
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“That’s it. Just keep walking back and forth, sweetie. And don’t forget to keep your body straight.” Pepper gestured her hands to her own body as she instructed.Valentine nodded aggressively. She sighed then a shiver came to her, causing her to shrug her shoulders.“Sweetie, you, on the sofa,” Pepper spoke as she pointed her finger at Missy. “What’s your name?”Missy tucked her phone in to the pocket of her jeans as she widened her eyes at Pepper, trying to wake herself up from her sleepy state. “Who? Me?”“Yes, sweetie.”“My name is Missy.”Pepper gestured her hand in the air. “Come along. Come with me, we need to get something from upstairs and I need your help.”“You’re leaving me?” Valentine interrupted.“Keep practicing until you can’t feel your feet. Also, maybe push your hips a bit more as
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Her brows met and her nose scrunched up, disapprovingly. “There’s nothing wrong with telling me what you feel. Doesn’t it feel good to have the pain let out of your chest for once?”William smiled at her then nodded. “You’re right. Thank you, Valentine.”He was hurt because of his family and she treated him unfairly. Somehow, she felt her heart open up to him. She wanted to reach her arms out wide then give him a hug. She struggled to find words.Knocking came from outside the glass doors, then Missy and Pepper came inside, two pairs of shoes on Missy’s hands while Pepper had one pair of shoes with her. The both of them stopped in front of the couple as they shifted their eyes from Valentine to William, then vice versa.“Are we disturbing something?” Missy asked, giggling nervously yet alarmingly.“Did you two need more privacy?” Pepper asked.“No,” Valentine
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She blinked multiple times, trying to keep her balance, as she attempted to sink in his words. Why was he looking only at her? Did he want to eat lunch with her only? Did it mean Missy’s charms didn’t work on him? She was becoming nervous and scared (that he might have really fallen in love with her), plus the coldness of the air conditioner made her worse.William cleared his throat, “no, I mean let’s all have lunch together. We have our own cafeteria here, so we don’t have to go outside,” he rephrased his first sentence. “You can take off those shoes, Valentine, your feet need to rest.”“What about the shoes?” Missy inquired.“I’ll just have Lucy return those after her lunch.”Quickly, Valentine replaced the six-inched heels with her own shoes. She sighed in relief, knowing that it had ended. Though, she was permitted to take a few-minute breaks earlier while she was being tra
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They started eating their own food in silence. The silence they’re all giving indicated how tired they were for the entire morning as they had themselves focused with their own lunch. As minutes went by, the canteen now became packed with employees coming for lunch. When the quadruple finished, Missy checked her phone.“I’m full,” Missy sighed heavily in relief then leaned her back. “What time are the models coming, Will?”He emptied his drink then placed it on his tray. “I had Lucy mail them to come by one sharp.”“Well, we’re still twenty minutes early,” Missy said as she patted her tummy. “Let’s talk. V, what do you want to talk about?”“You do know I’m not good with starting conversations, M.” Valentine playfully glared at Missy then laughed.“I’ll start for you, sweetie.” Pepper volunteered by raising her voice up to be heard
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The lights inside the room were dimmed, although it was dimmed enough for them to see each other. They were standing near the bed, with William behind her. “I want to see you wearing it again,” William pleaded. His breath tickled against her neck as he moved the strands of Valentine’s hair aside to kiss her nape. “No,” Valentine replied promptly. What was he thinking? They already had a three-year old Xavier and a two-month old baby Yvonne to watch over. They just couldn’t simply hit a home run now that they had company. “Please? It’s been years since you wore my gift. I just want to see you in it one last time,” he begged. She scoffed, not believing in him with his words. “Are you certain with that ‘one last time’ of yours?” “Yes, I am.” She was convinced. Valentine sighed and wiggled out of William’s arms around her. She looked for the white lingerie he gave her the day after their wedding. It definitely had been a while since she wo
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Twelve months had passed since they popped out the news of her pregnancy to Helen. And the mother-in-law herself popped the news out to the guests during her birthday celebration as well. Considering that there will always be paparazzi everywhere, it made the big announcement as a headline for the next day’s television news. Just after a few days since the announcement, Dave Henson, the manager of the restaurant where William proposed to her, apologized and introduced himself as William’s cousin. The second ‘little bird’ who did background checks on her for Helen. As Valentine didn’t want drama in her life anymore, she forgave him. After two months since Valentine gave birth to their first son, they went on a ‘little’ outing trip. Valentine, William, their baby, Billy, Helen, Vaughn, and Lucy went to Paris, France. Every time she would catch Lucy’s stare at her, she’d always receive multiple apologies at once. Yet, she forgave her too. Either once, twice, or
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Just as planned, Valentine was already inside the room, she was just standing a meter away from the door, her back against the wall, and the gift she made for Helen was on her hand. William closed the door and she heard every step of his shoes click against the floor as he left.It had been minutes but Helen still hadn’t arrived. She was getting anxious; Valentine might have gotten inside the wrong room. Because of the nervousness she was earning, she’d been tightening her calves for a while now and they ached.Rather than making herself stand against the wall and wait for someone that took ages to arrive, she decided to get out of her position and pace around the room.The door opened as Helen came inside. To Valentine’s luck, it seemed that her mother-in-law hadn’t noticed her yet as she was busy talking with William. Quickly, Valentine went back to her previous position.As Helen walked in, she saw William carrying the gifts she
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Valentine returned upstairs right after her conversation with Helen ended. Her husband was on his laptop. Based on the way he almost had his face plant itself to the monitor of his device, it showed that he typing away as if his life depended on it. Well, of course. William’s life did depend on it. She smiled at her silliness. “Hey.” “Why did you want to talk with her?” William asked as his eyes were still focused on the screen. “I wanted to tell her about this.” She circled her hand around her tummy as a gesture for him to understand why. His face softened and he closed his laptop. “How did it go?” the way his voice sounded smooth and cozy made Valentine want to jump on him, cuddle and scoop with him until this evening. “Well…” She plopped herself down on the bed, sitting with her back slouched and continued with a tone of disappointment, “I didn’t get the chance to tell her.” “And that’s because?” “I think your mothe
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A maid knocked on their doors, as she said loudly that Helen requested for their presence as she wished to eat breakfast together with them. Valentine figured out that this could be the opportunity she’d take to tell her mother-in-law about the great news — which, she thought could be the reason if Helen would change her perspective of William and her.They got out of the room. Valentine thanked the maid for informing them and they followed her towards the dining room. Helen was already sitting on her seat with her food untouched.“Happy birthday,” Valentine greeted.She didn’t receive a verbal response. Instead, she received a stare. They ate their breakfast. All she could hear was the clink every time their spoons and forks knocked lightly against the plates. Just when they finished, Helen started a conversation about the company with William, making Valentine left out.She had to keep herself quiet just like what she did l
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For every trip to almost all of the jewelry shops in the city the couple did to find the perfect gift for Helen, it took them half an hour until they switched to another shop. The both knew Helen Fajardo was a woman with the highest standards and expectations, considering that she was a wealthy widowed woman, of course she deserved something that would amuse her the most.Afterwards, they headed off to the arcade and spent the entire afternoon playing. They never once thought of eating for lunch. Valentine’s constant cheering, giggling, and laughing and William’s chuckling added fun to their little date.Not until William received a call from his mother, asking where he was and why it took the two of them to return back to the residence. They sped off back to the mansion not a minute later and had dinner together.It was a quiet one. They exchanged a few words every now and then, to be exact, it was only William and Helen who conversed, as Valentine
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As they arrived to the dress shop, Valentine immediately pulled Delilah in. She dragged her friend towards the part of the shop where there were many dresses lined up, where they could discuss about Adam privately and to make sure that they were far enough as possible.When they reached the part of the shop, they halted.“What are you doing?” Delilah wanted to know the reason behind her abrupt action.“There is something you need to know,” she said.“Valentine?” William’s voice entered her ears and that’s where she realized that her husband followed them. Valentine’s eyes widened as she saw Adam with him.“You can go stay there at the bench. You know us, girls, we usually take an hour to pick our own clothes,” she laughed nervously.“Okay. We’ll wait there. But take note that I’ll pay for your dress and Delilah’s if ever she wants one.”&ld
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“Hey guys!” Delilah’s voice boomed across the floor. “I thought you left! It’s hard to look for you since this place is pretty much packed.” There were three employees behind her, carrying a tray on their hands. Valentine felt relieved as she didn’t want to take care of Adam anymore. She watched as Delilah rocked her hips sideways, walking towards their table. She sat down beside Adam and placed her tray. She and Delilah said their ‘thank yous’ to the employees as they placed the rest of the trays on the table then left. “Where’s your husband?” her friend’s question caused Adam to flinch visibly. “He’s on a call,” Valentine answered, with her eyes sticking suspiciously at him. And as she faced her left, William came into view. “Oh, there he is.” “Hey.” William sat down beside her and apologized, “sorry it took me that long.” “Where were you?” Delilah unwrapped her rice from the paper, looking curious. “Work.” “Ah, very
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A ringing sound of William’s phone took over the silence. Valentine looked at him, worried if he’d pick it up or not. He glanced at Adam and Valentine then said, “sorry, I’ll just have to take this.” He fished for his phone from his pocket then answered, “Hello, yes?” Valentine wanted to eavesdrop but the voice from the other end of the line was quite inaudible. She stayed silent but still wanted to know what it was about. Instead, her eyes focused on Adam — who was showing difficulty in avoiding her stare. “What?” he spat promptly, yet in hushed tones. His sudden manner of speaking made her to look back at him and mouth, “what’s wrong?” “Work,” he mouthed back then returned his attention to the caller, “tell them to contact me.” He stood up as he pulled the phone away from his face. “I’ll be back. I need to take care of this.” Valentine nodded, understanding that he’d be busy all the time. Nevertheless, she decided to take this opport
