Cordy and Atlas are going to need to have a long talk if they are going to keep this relationship going...
[Cordelia]I was tempted to snuggle up in bed with Atlas, wait until he wakes up, and tell him exactly how I feel. But when I checked in on him and saw that he was passed out, half-dressed, and reeking of booze and sick, any temptation I had to get closer lept out the window. So instead I left him a note. "I'll be at the studio. Come find me when you're feeling better," signing it, I placed it on his nightstand. "Cordelia," Atlas groans in his sleep as he rolls over.I almost answer, but when I hear a gentle snore, I realize he is talking in his sleep. "Don't leave," he continues to mutter. "I love you. Please stay."My heart stops. He sounds so sad in his sleep. I take a few steps closer. And a few more. "Atlas." I kiss his clammy forehead. "Why did you do this to yourself? You silly, silly man." I turn to walk back to the door, but he grabs my arm. "Please, stay," he begs. "Just...let's talk." I try to explain that he needs his rest, that he is still a bit drunk, and that now
[Cordelia]"Atlas, I can see why you're nervous, but he genuinely seems to be coming from a good place. Maybe he investigated me and found out the truth, but we have no idea why. Maybe he used to work for the fertility clinic and felt guilty. Maybe he is working for one of the families and came across my information. He could be doing all of this from a positive place."Atlas considers this for a moment but then shakes his head. "I'd still feel better about things if you brought me with you next time you think about retrieving whatever is in that safety deposit box. We don't know what his motives are. It could all be part of some elaborate trap."I would say he is being paranoid, but I can understand his fear after what happened with Jude. Jude also seemed to be my friend. Am I too trusting?"Can I see the list of names," he asks cautiously. "Maybe I can have someone look into it."After I agree to show it to him tomorrow, his body relaxes and he leans into me. "You know," his breath i
[Cordelia]After a wonderful, reaffirming weekend of bliss, Atlas and I return to the business of clearing my reputation and making a name for myself in the fast-paced world of fashion. Today is the day of the photoshoot. Our contestants for the competition have been selected, five young hopefuls from LA and beyond along with Sydney and myself. Last night, Atlas and I returned home, bringing some belongings from his house and my studio, deciding that we will not live separately anymore, but start our life together moving forward. "We should have a party here," he suggests, "after the first day of shooting. It could be a housewarming party. It would be an excellent way to show our family in a soft light. Maybe if they see that the Steele family is just like any other, they may grow softer in their opinion of us." I love how he says, "us" and not "you," even though the problem with this publicity is mostly mine. Steele Industries is large enough to survive a little bad press. Cordeli
The man is dragged out of the studio by security, but the damage is already done. "We'll edit that part out," Clark's drones lower from their previous hover. "Nobody will see that footage.""But my dress," I looked down at the black paint all over the beautiful green silk and a tear fell from my eyes. I hate how these damn pregnancy hormones make me emotionally weak. Tilly comes up from the front row of the audience. As she passes Clark I see a moment of connection as she moves past him, a small smile on her lips. There is no ring on her finger anymore, but the light in Clark's eyes when he looks at her tells me that things must be on the mend. "I have just the thing with this," Tilly pulls me backstage into a dressing room where she has me strip off my dress. Behind a wardrobe, she pulls out a 5-gallon bucket and a gallon jug of white vinegar. I watch in astonishment as she makes the stains disappear. "Did you prepare for this," I eye her suspiciously. "How did you know I'd need a
I don't hear the rest of what Atlas says, my mind reeling from what I just heard a moment before.How could she?! And why didn't she tell me? Why didn't she warn me? Tilly and I just spent the last 45 minutes cleaning my dress, and she said nothing about this. I look over at Tilly. "I'm sorry," she mouths silently as she takes her place by Sydney's side. Sydney smiles sweetly up at Tilly before turning to me and sneering. Oh, what I wouldn't give to smash her face into something right now. "Cordelia," Someone says my name and I snap my head to attention, coming out of my fog of anger and disappointment at Tilly's betrayal to listen."I'm sorry," I blink up at Atlas. "Can you repeat what you just said?""Cordelia," Atlas takes a deep breath. "We are still looking for the right designer to guide you," he apologizes, his eyes sad, "but we are narrowing it down to a few great options.""I see," I look down at my hands. He didn't tell me either. The two people I love more than anyone cho
[Sydney]Our plan didn't work. When I called my friend and asked for some assistance, he was sure this would be all that we needed. "She's feeling very vulnerable right now," he assured me. "Lost and unsure of her place with Atlas. She just needs a little push to send her over the edge."So I trusted him. My dad's friend has been a great help in the past. He was always quick when it came to delivering the meds I used in the wine. The man with the sign was supposed to scare that stupid Greyson girl away from the competition, maybe even cause her to argue with Atlas about the safety of the show. The dead bird was an added bit that I thought up, and at first, it seemed to work like a charm. She went running off the stage, her beautiful dress ruined, so close to tears. I was sure she would have started yelling at Atlas the moment she made it out of the dressing room in a hideous borrowed dress.But none of what happened seemed to shake her. If anything she seemed more poised and elegant
[Angelica]I have to warn Cordelia. Something is coming, something bad.Magnus called me last night right as I was getting ready for bed. I almost didn't reach it in time with my movements as limited as they have been since the accident. It has become so inconvenient, stuck in this wheelchair even with all of the help my parents hired. He was brief and to the point. Essentially, I'm being replaced. By Sydney. I'm not surprised really. As soon as she showed up I knew my days were numbered. Ironic considering she is the one person we've been able to find to save me from my other problems. "What have you done to win Atlas back?" Magnus demanded. "You should be of better use to me injured and weak, but you have missed a perfect opportunity to guilt Atlas into wanting you."He's right and I know it. But to be honest, I don't care anymore. I stopped caring the moment he pushed me in front of that bus. I am so tired of all this bull. I miss Jude. If Jude were here, I probably wouldn't ev
[Cordelia]I can barely catch my breath as my body rocks with the ferocity of the pleasure his fingers just gave me.Did he just ask me to marry him? Tonight?"Marry you?" panting, I push him away just enough to see his face. "Are you serious?" I gasp. "Like tonight? But what about a wedding and...""We tried that before and it didn't work out," he reminds me as he smooths down my skirt and helps me steady myself. "And I don't need all the drama and cameras and everything else that comes with it, do you?""I don't want the mess from last time," I admit. It was a nightmare. Not only was it a grand, glorious affair with all the trimmings, but both the bride and groom were miserable, simply meeting the requirements of a contract signed when a different bride stood in my place."So you've agreed," his eyes light up, a boyish grin spread from ear to ear. Grabbing my hand he pulls me with him, "Let's go.""No wait," I pull back. "I didn't m