[Cordelia]Jasper is whisked away, taken by the nurses to the corner of the room where my vision is blocked by their bodies as they work on helping my son regain his breath."Dear God, please," I beg, weeping for my son. So precious, my little jasper. Not just because of the unique spark that makes him who he is, but because he is the last of Atlas left in the world. Seconds feel like hours as I wait for the sound of my son breathing. The sound of the nurses franticly working on his lungs sends a shiver through me as I remember what Atlas told me about his family and how so many of their children died.The Steele Family Curse, he had called it. His father's reason for becoming a scientist--to find a cure. "Come on, Jasper," I pray. "Stay with me."A resounding cry cuts the silence and my body releases all the tension from the moment before. Maybe my baby had somehow managed to avoid the curse. Shaking I hold out my arms, waiting for them to return him to me. As he settles next to
[The Admirer]I had to see them. If she knew I was here, hiding behind a disguise, keeping to the shadows, she would be angry. No, furious. It has been so hard being separated from her, unable to touch her, kiss her, or comfort her when she is sad. I wish there had been a better way, one where I could have taken them with me, but she needed to stay to make this believable. She needed to be far away from it all to stay safe. And even though I knew this, knew that I had to let her go, I couldn't. Last night was a mistake. I should have kept my distance. But seeing how that other man watched her, looking at her like she belonged to him, or would very soon, made my chest tighten and my heart beat faster as I forced myself to stay calm. It seems too convenient that he has appeared from nowhere to suddenly be by her side. She has only been alone for 2 months, and yet here is a handsome, wealthy new beau ready to sweep her off of her feet. I wonder if Magnus had anything to do with how
[Cordelia]Tilly and Clark spend the next two months by my side. They rented a home not far from mine and while Clark worked at home, Tilly would take me for walks and tell me how her life has changed since I moved to Canada. Mathilda Madison Designs has become a corporation of its own now, just like Steele Industries. "It's weird," she confesses. "I've had my own company for a while now, but running something so big is daunting." I ask how she and Clark are making it work, with both of them running companies of their own. She smiles. "We have to schedule a lot of our time together," she confesses. "It makes some things less romantic, but also more romantic in some ways because it means we are both willing to make the effort."She asks about my business and I tell her about the design collective. Her eyes light up when I explain how we are more of an organization of equally talented artists rather than a company with a strict hierarchy. "I'm in charge of my line, and my mother manag
[Cordelia]I peel my eyes away from my baby to look up at my friend. "Henri," I sighed. "We've talked about this. I thought we had an understanding.""We have talked about our friendship remaining as it always has been, but that doesn't mean I'm okay with you traveling south alone." He scoffs. "Even if you do not have feelings for me, I still care about you too much to risk your safety." "I appreciate your concern..." I start to say but he interrupts me. "Don't." "I'm sorry," I raise an eyebrow at his sharp tone. I refuse to be scolded in my own house. "Don't disregard my feelings as if they aren't real or don't matter," I can hear the hurt in his voice and realize his anger is a way to mask his pain. "I can't pretend not to care for you. I wish I could forget how to want you. It would make it easier for us both. But I have my heart set on you, Ms Delaroux. Even if you never return my affections." Breaking eye contact first, I look down at my little one and try not to cry. I have
[Cordelia] "And so then what happened," My mother asked as she poured me another cup of tea. We decided to have a fancy afternoon out, so we took the ferry to Victoria Island for high tea at the Grand Empress--a little treat before she gets too busy and I leave for LA in two weeks. "I told him to leave," I crossed my arms, frowning. "That I was too tired." reaching down for a cookie, I dunk it in my hot milky tea before taking a small bite. "I appreciate his friendship but I did not like how forward he had become, or how he was trying to boss me around.""I see," she looks up at me over the rim of her teacup. "And how did he take that?""I haven't heard from him since," I frown, feeling lonely. "It's been two weeks."She sets down her cup and reaches across the table to squeeze my hand. "Give him a few more days to cool down. If he doesn't reach out, maybe consider reaching out to him. Men can be tricky when it comes to their pride. It could be that he's waiting for a gesture to s
[Cordelia]Everything stopped. No, it can't be him. It must be a coincidence that my admirer sends me the very stone that Atlas always preferred to give me."Are you sure that Henri isn't your admirer," My mother nudges me gently. "Because that looks like an engagement ring." I hope it isn't him. I don't want to have to turn down his proposal...again."How would he know to get me emeralds," I ask. Looking lost. There was only one man who ever got me emeralds, and he is buried in the Los Angeles Cemetary. I told her about Atlas' belief that I should always wear emeralds because of my green eyes and red hair, that it was a special memory for us, and my mom goes very still. "Whoever this admirer is, he knows a lot about your relationship with your husband," she blanches. "Maybe we should involve the police.""I don't know," I move the earrings side to side, watching the light moving through the stones. It is a large emerald, as big as my thumb, surrounded by blue and white diamonds. It
[Cordelia]Even though I've had weeks to plan and pack, I'm still not ready to go home to California. "Wait a minute!" I call as I throw the last of our items into a carry-on bag. "We can send for whatever you forget," Henri is pacing outside by the taxi. "Is your mom meeting us there?""No!" I shout down, "Do you think you can go pick her up while I finish packing." He doesn't look happy at the suggestion. If anything he looks pissed that I am forcing him to compromise on his itinerary that had us arriving at the airport 2 hours early. He is a stickler for maintaining a schedule, a trait of his I do not appreciate as I tend to be more of a "seat of the pants" type of person. Left in peace, I finally have enough room to think about everything I need. Once I feel satisfied that I haven't forgotten anything, I do one final sweep just to make sure. The emerald ring, the last present I received from the admirer, sits on my dresser shining in the light. Grabbing the box, I shove it in
[Cordelia]"I'm sorry, what did you say?""Oh," she shakes her head. "Of course, he didn't tell you. Henri has always been a bit of a chicken." "Maman?" I look over at Crissy, who looks just as confused as I am. "Oh, she didn't know," Sydney gives me a wink in the rearview mirror. "I'm sure by now you've seen how meddlesome she can be. Has she started picking out china yet for your wedding?"I refuse to respond. I know she is simply trying to get under my skin. "Who Henri has dated in the past doesn't concern me. You misunderstand his intentions. He and I are only friends."She snorts. "Henri doesn't need, friends, Cordelia. He needs a wife with a trust fund."Why would a multi-billion dollar businessman need a trust fund wife? "I'm sure you're mistaken. He is a very successful businessman on his own and...""Is that what he told you? Good grief, Cordelia, are you always so trusting?"I won't let her put doubt in my mind. I don't know what her motive is, but she never does anything f