Strangers Got Married

“Thanks, but that filthy tissue of yours won't help to clean up the mess I've made.” “Trust me, it can't be worse than mine.”   [Crystal] I never believed myself that I'd really make it here. I've always wanted to come to this place to get away from the life I've always wanted to leave behind. Including my family. I took a deep breath to somehow reduce the weight of what I was carrying on my chest. The only thing that my family knows in New Jersey is that I am only here in Denmark for a three-day vacation. They never heard my plans of never coming back. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't realize I was walking right in front of City Hall. I lifted my head to see the whole front of it, my eyes widened because of how huge and beautiful this place is. The lights are so bright that they could light up this whole town.  It's like the moonlight that shines on the road. I'll

Yesterday... The usual deafening silence is on, it's always like this when we are all together. The awkwardness inside this car is killing me. I look at the rear mirror and noticed my step-dad Jorge glancing at me, he looks like he has something to say but he can't even start a single word so he decided to just turn on the radio. My mom is also sitting in front of Jorge in the driver's seat. She seems bothered about something I don't know. Her face turned into a frown when our eyes met. I have no idea what's going on but I'm saving it for later drama, and how can we even talk inside this car that can be awarded as the most awkward car ever existed. Trina is sitting between me and my sister Eliz. I can literally hear her heavy breathing right now. The song on the radio at least lessens the awkwardness. I decided to just peek outside the window to see the place before I leave tomorrow. I can't help but

"Eliz." I turned to face her. The corners of her mouth lifted in a smile. "You look alluring in that white dress Crystal." I turned my gaze back to the mirror and observe myself wearing it. It's a semi-embroidered white strapless dress that accentuated my thin waist. It also hugged my hips, highlighting and emphasizing its curve. The skirt of this dress flared out slightly, and a V-slit on the side showed a less embroidered underlayer. My cleavage was showing so I quickly pulled it up to hide it better, but it was still visible so I just let it be. It's stunning. I raised my gaze to my hair. I used my hands to move my hair forward and adjusted its volume a bit by running my fingers into my hair and lift it slightly. Even though it hasn't been fixed yet, my glossy blonde, long, and curly hair complement the dress. Eliz came a little closer to the mirror to get a better look at it. "You look so pretty," she said while her mouth g

"I'm sorry, what are you talking about?" Exclaimed by the man who was called Frank earlier.  "My marriage to Crystal is absolutely legal, which means ours isn't." He turned his gaze back to the woman. "And neither is my contract. Read the file print. As I said, unless we're married, my S.C gift to you is void. But because you didn't include anything like that in your deal, Spencers Co. and 25% of the Villareal's Aircraft remain all mine..." The woman fell silent and the only thing she can do is to stare at the floor as if she had lost the fight before she turned her back and walks out of the room. "How come you didn't tell me about your plans?" Frank asked enraged. "I tried to, but you were too preoccupied thinking of your own survival. It's done now, Father. So just take the win and walk away."  The man they called Frank turns out to be his father. His dad walked out slowly with both hands raised. When his father fin

  I'm not sure why I'm still thinking about what I saw in the car earlier. It keeps on playing over and over in my head. "Shoo," I said, shaking my head and gently patting it using one of my hands to clear my mind on everything that had happened. I've just shifted my attention to the hot chocolate drink I'm holding; it feels nice to have something warm on my hands.  I was so cold that I had to wrap myself in blankets. I'm feeling better now, but I hope I won't get sick tomorrow. It's irritating that the reason behind all of this is that stupid little dress— I mean, you know— it's beautiful, but it's not good for my health. He knows that it's so cold in here, why did he even send me that kind of dress?