“Faith, isn’t that wedding gown a bit much? Only crazies wear something like that,” a woman’s voice echoed from behind me, sharp and cutting through the air. I glanced up, my heart skipping a beat as my eyes locked onto a sight I never thought I’d see. Elena, my sister, was striding down the aisle in a white wedding gown. My mind froze. The audacity. Her heels clicked loudly against the floor, each step demanding attention, drawing every eye in the room toward her. “The party ended early,” she mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, didn’t hear? The dress code was all white. You understand, right?” she said, the mockery in her tone so obvious it made my stomach churn.Without hesitation, she pushed Mia aside, invading my space, as if this moment—*my* moment—was hers to steal. She had always been like this, always needing to be the center of attention.“Excuse me, could you move to the back, please?” The photographer’s voice cut through the tension, gesturing politely for Elena
As early as 8:30 AM, I had already arrived at the beach, hoping to lose myself in the calm waves and distant horizon. But as the minutes ticked by, sitting alone became boring. Couples passed by, laughing, holding hands, and snapping photos together. One man was tenderly taking pictures of his girlfriend, framing her perfectly against the shimmering sea, while others played with colorful balloons. I couldn't help but feel a sharp pang of jealousy. Their joy contrasted so deeply with my isolation.Amory’s words suddenly echoed in my mind: “I’ll always be by your side. You don’t have to do everything alone.” I scoffed, shaking my head. How could someone always be there for me? His reassurances, though kind, seemed impossible.I sighed, folding my arms as I scanned the horizon, lost in thought. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Amory approaching, his face lighting up the moment he spotted me.“There you are! Finally!” he exclaimed, panting slightly from his brisk walk.“How did yo
As early as the morning light filtered through the curtains, Amory and I returned to the beach. We walked side by side, our steps in sync, with the gentle tide lapping at our feet. I noticed Amory, as always, kept his eyes averted from the water. He had a deep-rooted fear of the sea—one he couldn’t quite shake off. I had teased him about it before, but today, I felt more understanding. “Amory,” I called, breaking the silence between us as I turned my gaze toward him. “What?” His voice was steady, but I could hear the tension underneath. He was waiting for me to continue, bracing himself for what I might say next. “It’s still hard for you to look at the water, isn’t it?” I asked softly, my voice carrying a blend of sympathy and warmth. He stole a glance at the waves, but just as quickly looked away. A small, almost shy smile tugged at my lips, and I chuckled gently. “Do you want me to show you a method? Something that might help?” I didn’t wait for his reply, pulling off my shoes a
As we drove back from the mall, I couldn’t help but notice how Amory’s face seemed to light up every time I glanced at him. His smile was unwavering, his eyes twinkling as they focused on the road. I knew he was replaying the events from the day before, from the laughter to the quiet moments shared between us. It was infectious, and I found myself smiling too, my heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time.The hum of my phone broke my thoughts, and I fished it out of my pocket. “Hey, teacher,” I greeted, pressing the phone to my ear.“Hey, Emma. I’m sorry to bother you during your honeymoon, but it’s a bit urgent,” her tone was casual, though I could hear the underlying seriousness.“It’s fine, what’s going on?” I asked, curiosity piqued.“You remember that painting I bought from you a while back? Well, I thought it looked familiar when I saw a friend of mine in England posting about a similar piece. The signature is exactly the same.” Her words made me sit up a little straighte
Variants of dishes were spread across the table, though I hadn’t touched the portion already served to me. My eyes lingered on the plates, the food looking as innocent as ever, but my thoughts were far from trusting. The spoon shook slightly in my hand, unwilling to find its way into my plate. A knot of fear twisted in my stomach, the same thought spinning in my head—*What if mother poisoned it?*Amory, ever observant, noticed my hesitation. “You need to gain some weight,” he said softly, placing a small portion of food on his own plate, offering a reassuring smile. He gestured subtly to eat the same dish as him. “Eat plenty,” he added, trying to coax me.I glanced up at him, then quickly over to Elena, who had just entered the dining room. Her face was a mask of cold indifference as she dragged out the chair and sat down, eyeing the table like a battlefield. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes, instead focusing on my father.“Are you feeling better? I heard you passed out,” I asked
“We’re home,” Amory said, opening the door and stepping aside to let me enter. I smiled softly at him as I walked through the doorway. He closed the door behind us with a soft click.“Mother, how have you been?” I called out from the entrance, immediately catching sight of Madam Elizabeth as she emerged from her room.She smiled warmly, walking towards us with her arms outstretched, and I expected her to hug her son. But to my surprise, her arms enveloped me instead. I froze for a moment, glancing at Amory, who looked equally puzzled, his arms still half-raised as if expecting the embrace meant for him.She patted my back gently. “Come in, let’s eat,” she said, breaking the hug and walking towards the dining room, leaving both Amory and me exchanging confused glances.As we entered the dining room, the sheer variety of dishes laid out on the table nearly overwhelmed me. There were plates upon plates of food, far more than I could ever manage to eat.“Oh no, I can’t possibly eat all th
Everybody waited in tense anticipation, all eyes focused on Fielding, who remained silent for what felt like an eternity. Then, with a subtle shift of his body, he stepped aside, revealing my sister Elena. She walked in, smiling, as if she hadn’t just caused a ripple of confusion in the room. Everyone’s faces were a mix of surprise and disbelief—except for Amory, who still hadn’t bothered to look up from his seat.“Wait, aren’t you one of the in-laws?” Grandma’s voice broke the silence, her eyes squinting as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.Elena smiled, bending slightly in greeting. “Hello, Chairwoman,” she said respectfully, then turned to Madam Elizabeth. “Hello.”Before anyone could respond, Fielding’s voice cut through the air. “She’s my guest. Aren’t you going to welcome her?”Madam Elizabeth’s confusion was written all over her face. “Elena… what is going on right now?” Her voice wavered, soft and unsure, as if she were struggling to understand what she was witnessi
I knocked gently on my mother’s office door before sliding it open just enough to poke my head in. I stepped inside with a smile that barely masked the swirling thoughts I was carrying with me.“My gosh, you must be exhausted,” I remarked, making my way over to the large desk where she sat. My eyes danced over the pieces of art scattered around—beautiful creations, all waiting for the right moment to shine. “You’ll need to up the sales to make a case for father. Want me to tell you an easy, surefire way to do it?” I asked, my voice light but teasing as I stood close to her, leaning on the desk.Mother’s brow furrowed with mild confusion. “You?” she asked, eyes narrowing slightly as she leaned forward, her hands folded on the desk. “What is it?”“Me!” I grinned, tapping my chest with a flourish, as if I were revealing a grand secret.“What?” she chuckled, the confusion deepening in her expression as her smile faded slightly.Before I could continue, there was a knock at the door. Mothe