"We only need half of this. Don’t be wasteful. There’s already plenty of fabric piling up in the warehouse," Bonita said over the phone to her father after receiving a delivery of seven dozen rolls of fabric in various types and colors."Those fabrics were on sale, Boo. I only paid two-thirds of the original price," Nolan replied warmly from the other end. "How are you and Jeremy? You didn’t burn the house down while I was away, did you?""Jeremy has been pestering me all day and made me clean up all the chaos he and his friends caused at home," Bonita hissed as she glanced outside the bridal shop’s display window, waving back at a pair of customers driving away in their car."Your brother’s getting married soon. Be patient with him.""If I weren’t patient, I would’ve already moved into an apartment and lived on my own.""Jeremy will move out after marrying Melissa. You’ll miss him eventually. He acts like that because you’re his sweet little sister. Treat him better, or you’ll regret
Hours had passed since Bonita left the bridal shop with a sour face, yet her piercing gaze at Benjamin lingered vividly in his mind. There was something unusual about her expression, the same one that had captivated him two weeks ago when he fell in love at first sight. But Benjamin wasn’t sure how to explain the feeling. He knew that her gaze was different from the innocent one belonging to the little girl in the framed photo he was now staring at, even though both were the same person.“Can I keep this one?” Benjamin suddenly asked. He was holding a framed photo that had been sitting on a corner table. He walked to the family room sofa and sat across from Jeremy and Melissa. It was his first visit, yet the house had left a warm impression on him from the moment he stepped in.“Boo will curse you if you take her things without asking for permission,” Melissa scolded, sitting beside Jeremy.“My sister is tough to win over. Just give up,” Jeremy said nonchalantly, his fingers intertwin
Bonita drove home, her car roaring with the force of her frustration toward Benjamin. She slammed the car door shut and stomped toward the house. Without hesitation, she stormed into Jeremy’s room, knowing it was never locked, and grabbed the baseball bat displayed on the wall.She intended to use it to hit Benjamin, who was sleeping soundly in her brother’s bed, but changed her mind. Tossing the bat aside with a loud clatter, she picked up a thick book from the desk instead. Without waiting, she began striking Benjamin, her blows landing on his arm, shoulder, and chest."Delete my photo, you jerk!" Bonita shouted as she continued her assault. She didn’t care where the book landed on him—just hearing Benjamin yelp in pain was satisfaction enough for her.“Hey! Put that book down, Boo!” Jeremy’s voice rang out, startled awake by the commotion. He stood on the bed, looking confused, unsure whether to side with his sister or Benjamin.
The night passed with a sense of relief for Benjamin, knowing that Jeremy was willing to help, and for Bonita, who felt her frustration subside enough to allow her a good night’s sleep. However, it was a restless night for Jeremy and Melissa, who spent hours contemplating how to help Benjamin form a relationship with Bonita. They hoped that if Bonita and Benjamin got together, it might ease the trauma Bonita had been harboring. If their relationship went well, leaving Bonita behind with Benjamin as her companion would grant them peace of mind. A gentle kiss on her forehead woke Bonita at dawn. As she opened her eyes, she found Nolan gazing at her with a mix of worry and relief. She bolted upright upon realizing her father’s presence. “Didn’t you say you’d be home tomorrow?” “I came back earlier after seeing the picture of the man who proposed to you on social media, but it’s gone now,” Nolan replied, sitting beside her. “Tell me, who is he?” Bonita rubbed her forehead, her frustr
Nolan raising an eyebrow just as Bonita spoke, almost as if her protest was no more significant than the flutter of a fly's wings. His gaze cut through the distance between him and his daughter, landing squarely on the young man he had only just met that day."I know her as Boo because Jeremy and Melissa kept calling her that since yesterday," Benjamin explained, attempting to clarify that he knew Bonita well enough. His words aimed to address Bonita's objection to his lack of knowledge about her name while leaving a good impression on Nolan."It seems a formal introduction would be better, don't you think?" Nolan asked, shifting his gaze from Benjamin to Bonita.Bonita looked at her father in disbelief, but she quickly turned her attention away when Benjamin extended his hand toward her with a smile. The triumphant grin on Benjamin’s face annoyed her even more than the same expression often worn by Jeremy."I already introduced myself two weeks ago. My name is Benjamin. Benjamin Lync
Now, Bonita’s sleep was restless. She woke up repeatedly, staring at the clock on the wall in Helga's room, which seemed to move unbearably slow.It wasn’t her first time staying over at someone else’s house, nor was she the type who struggled to sleep outside her own room. However, all her memories of Benjamin from four years ago suddenly flooded her mind, replaying vividly in the dark. Her heart silently screamed, begging for morning to come faster, so those memories wouldn’t drive her to further frustration.Slowly, she sat up with a few pillows propped against her back. Turning toward Helga, who was sound asleep beside her, she made sure her movements didn’t wake her. Helga didn’t stir. Reaching for her phone beside the pillow, Bonita typed a message to Melissa.[Did Benjamin tell you what happened?]A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she stared at the phone screen. Every passing minute on the clock made her feel more restless. She knew their time difference shouldn’t be an iss
The dark streets Bonita had known for four and a half years brought back memories of the first time she met Benjamin. She deliberately passed by a row of shops, one of which was the café she and Velica used to visit. Benjamin's outdoor equipment store was in the same area, just three blocks away from that café.Bonita drove her car toward Benjamin's store and parked across the street. Noticing that Benjamin’s Jeep wasn’t in the parking lot, she reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and called the store.“Hi, this is Kim at Star Adventure Equipment. How can I help you?” Kimberly greeted cheerfully from the other end.“It’s Bonita. Is Benjamin there?”“Sorry, Boo, Ben’s not here. Do you want me to leave him a message?”“No, that’s not necessary. Just promise me you won’t tell him I called.”“Alright.”“Thank you.”“Of course, Boo. Have a great day.”Bonita hung up the phone and started driving again, this time heading toward Benjamin’s apartment. She had visited Benjamin’s apartme
The car Bonita was driving stopped multiple times as waves of pain coursed through her chest. This time, she pulled over just a few meters from her family home, unable to trust herself to drive safely. She sat in silence, trying to calm herself before heading home. A part of her hoped her father wouldn’t notice her mood, which had hit rock bottom.The night had grown late. She left the moment she realized Benjamin seemed to harbor feelings for another woman. She didn’t need a confession from him to confirm it—his eyes had said it all. Bonita had intended to salvage their relationship, but the signs of his love for someone else were undeniable.Ignoring Benjamin's pleas for her to stay, she had fled, evading his Jeep for hours. She craved solitude but had nowhere else to go but her family home. She could have booked a nearby hotel, but that would only remind her of the painful moment when she saw Zayna embracing Benjamin so intimately.Tears streamed hotly down her cheeks, turning her
Uncertain of what more he could do to find Bonita, Benjamin was almost tempted by his old friend’s sudden offer of help. The man’s powerful family connections and vast social network could make it easy to trace Bonita, even though she was traveling the world with a different nationality.To mask his vulnerability, Benjamin accepted an invitation to drink in the friend’s hotel room. Too late, he realized the man had hired several escorts to join them.“I’m leaving,” Benjamin declared after downing his final glass, rising unsteadily and leaning against the wall for support.“Oh, come on! They’re just here to drink with us. They won’t bother you unless you let them touch you,” said Tristan, arms outstretched, his half-empty glass in hand.“They’re here for you, not me.”The slam of the door punctuated Benjamin’s exit. Tristan turned to the women with an amused smirk. “What an idiot, huh?”The women nodded like puppets. Their lives, sadly, were pawns of money, hired to entertain.Slamming
When Bonita shared her travel experiences on her blog and social media, Benjamin struggled even to write about the feeling of losing his former fiancée in his journal. While Bonita felt lazy about continuing her journey, Benjamin was still desperately trying to find a way to locate her. When Bonita laughed with new people she met along the way, Benjamin was overcome with frustration, cursing himself for failing to find the woman he loved. While Bonita slept in her campervan in the middle of the forest, Benjamin spent his nights sleeping on the roadside in his beloved Jeep.Benjamin crossed the country border before Bonita. He drove toward Mount Roraima, assuming she might head there. Unbeknownst to him, Bonita had altered her travel plans to visit nearby places before venturing further away.An experienced adventurer, Benjamin was accustomed to spending time in the wilderness. Sleeping on the ground or camping on mountain peaks was no burden for him. He knew how to collect water and i
Bonita’s travel plans, carefully crafted back at Edith’s house, shifted completely after she acquired the campervan. Both her destinations and timelines were now open-ended. She ventured into directions that hadn’t been part of her original itinerary and stayed in various places for as long as she pleased.One time, she camped in a forest far from any settlements for several days. The sound of animals and flowing rivers soothed her broken heart. The solitude, free from human interference, refreshed her soul in ways she had never imagined.Her habit of regularly purchasing branded clothes, bags, and accessories gradually disappeared. Bonita became more selective about her purchases, surprising herself with how much this approach reduced her stress. She found a newfound sense of relief in being surrounded by fewer belongings.While she was in the savanna, Eddison sent her official wedding photos of Nolan and Edith. The heat Bonita had felt under the blazing sun vanished the moment she s
Intrigued by Irena, Bonita decided to extend her stay at the inn. The aloof old woman gradually warmed up after Bonita brought her half a dozen donuts from a stroll around the inn. In return, Irena offered her a cup of coffee for free.Irena pursed her lips after sipping her coffee, "What do you want from me?""I want to get to know you.""Is that all? No pity because I’m living alone in a city far from where I was born?""No. I think you’re amazing for building this inn all by yourself.""Don’t end up like me, young lady. Living alone like I do is miserable. I have no one to talk to .…”Bonita gave a faint smile. "I could be your friend."Irena sighed. "You’d still be a stranger to me. Sooner or later, you’ll leave this place. When I say someone to talk to, I mean someone for a lifetime.""I have a best friend who’s happy to listen to me. I could be that kind of friend for you.""Foolish girl. I don’t mean a friend. I mean a life companion. Someone to be there for you through thick a
"What if I'm not the person you're looking for?"Eddison let out a relieved sigh upon hearing Bonita's voice. The woman who had caused such a stir throughout the day had finally called him. More than that, he was glad she chose to reach out to him. He still remembered how she had once offered him her new phone number, only for him to refuse it."Sorry for troubling you, and thank you. I’ve seen the photos of my parents' wedding on Velica’s social media, but I want to ask for their official wedding pictures from you.""You will have to pay for that," Eddison said with a wide grin. "Tell me where you are.""As far as I recall, I only offered you my new number, not my location. In case you’ve forgotten, you declined my offer back then. Now, I’m reluctantly using this number to thank you," Bonita replied, her tone intentionally light, hoping to sway Eddison to comply with her request."And to ask for another favor. You know, services like this require payment."Bonita glanced out the rest
I canceled our wedding. I’ve returned Jenna’s ring and transferred all the money you spent on the wedding back to your account. The wedding suit I had made for you is yours to keep. I left it on the chair.There’s a wedding invitation card for you on the table. My parents are getting married in place of our wedding. I don’t expect you to attend because my father and Jeremy would be furious if they found out what happened. I left the card so you’d know.I wish I could say all of this to you in person. I’ve already said some of the things I wanted to, but you might not remember them when you wake up.I love you. Truly.My love for you is still the same as I write this. I canceled the wedding not because I hate you.When I first met you, I thought you were crazy for proposing to me before getting to know me better. I’d never been interested in falling in love before meeting you, but your presence kept haunting me. You kept pursuing me, and eventually, I gave in. I’m not even sure when I
Bonita placed the suit on the back of the chair and the wedding invitation card on the table, then approached Benjamin, who was sprawled awkwardly on the bed. The room reeked of alcohol, with five empty vodka bottles on the bedside table. In the four and a half years Bonita had known Benjamin, he had never been a drinker. She didn’t even know his alcohol tolerance.The man looked utterly disheveled, with unkempt hair and stubble on his chin, longer and messier than usual. His shirt appeared unchanged for several days, with hardened stains near the collar. His shoes dangled oddly from his feet, as if his attempt to escape had failed.Bonita removed his shoes and adjusted his bent legs before turning him to his side and propping him up with a pillow to prevent him from sleeping on his back. She was about to climb off the bed when Benjamin weakly reached for her arm, mumbling incoherently.Bonita gently brushed his messy hair back, her tears spilling over as the pain in her heart became
Two suitcases and Bonita’s favorite bags had been moved to the hotel room, along with two dresses and two suits retrieved from the bridal shop before it opened. Edith’s dress was completed in the afternoon, while Nolan’s suit required only minor adjustments, taking just an hour and a half. Her wedding gown and Benjamin’s suit were intentionally left untouched inside their garment bags.Bonita packed up dresses and suits, along with her tools, mannequins, and materials from the bridal shop as she left the hotel. She spent the day driving around town, delivering the remaining wedding invitations. After a solitary dinner at a café, she headed to Velica’s apartment. Her best friend was stunned to see the bridesmaid dress looking quite different from the last fitting at the bridal shop the previous week.“Are you sure this matches your wedding gown?” Velica asked suspiciously.“No, it doesn’t. But it’ll pair perfectly with another dress.”“What do you mean?”Bonita held Velica’s hands tigh
After ensuring that Jeremy and Edith had reconciled, Bonita left for the hotel room she had rented at dawn to alter the dresses. She left a note on the refrigerator door instructing everyone not to contact her phone or inform Benjamin about anything, as she intended to meet her fiancé herself.Inside the hotel room, three headless torso mannequins stood in a row. Two wore the dresses belonging to Velica and Melissa, while the third was dressed in Jeremy’s suit. Bonita had little time to complete all the alterations, but she was determined to finish everything before the wedding ceremony.Her body moved tirelessly, fixing designs she found lacking and undoing unnecessary details. She skipped breakfast and lunch, entirely engrossed in her work. Every stitch she sewed into the fabric affirmed her resolve. She had no regrets—none at all.The dresses for Velica and Melissa, which required more adjustments, were completed first, followed by Jeremy’s suit. Night had fallen by the time she pa