Damien pours himself some more wine, torturing me with suspense. He takes a few sips silently, as if picking the right words."Damien, say something.""I've never told this to anyone." He sighs. "I know it sounds insane. Impossible, even. That's why I've kept it to myself all these years. Plus, who makes such crazy accusations against their own mother who got into an accident that threw her into a coma that lasted for almost a year? An accident that broke her spine and nailed her to the wheelchair? Who would even believe me?""I would." I blurt out. "Try me."Silence stretches for a moment, his face beaming for a second before the frown forms again. He takes another sip before he finally sighs and clears his throat."You've met my mother." He starts. "Camille Hunt is a fierce fireball. A go-getter. The kind of woman who grabs what she wants. She will mop a desert and fùck a cactus if that's what it takes to get what she wants. That's how she built her booming Company. That's how she b
Damien steps back.He's breathless. His face is flushed. He runs his fingers through his hair, making a mess of it. He can't look me in the eye."Sorry I'm drunk." He mutters.For some strange reason, that breaks my heart a little. I wish he didn't blame the wine. I wish that he wanted to do it. I wish he could slam those wet full lips on mine. Fùck my hormones. I blame the baby."It's fine." I smile. "It's just the wine.""Exactly." He says with a nervous laugh.He grabs the bottle of wine and is about to pour some more in his glass when I stop him."Enough drinking." I say gently. "Maybe we should finish clearing the table and do the dishes. We have a lot of catching up to do.""That sounds fun." He smiles.We finish clearing the table and dump all the dishes in the sink. I turn on the tap as he throws the boxes of pizza in the bin."Throwing the pizza in the bin?" I fake a gasp. "Not very neighbourly of you.""Tell me I'm not the only one who thinks she poisoned the pizza." He says
Lana is stuffing a handful of crisps in her mouth and chewing them loudly.I brought a bunch of snacks with me and a big bottle of wine. Lorenzo dropped me here a couple of minutes ago. Damien wanted to drive me but he was drunk. And for the past thirteen minutes, I've just been watching Lana stuffing snacks in her mouth and filling up her glass of wine.But I don't stop her. She clearly needs the snacks and wine. It's obvious she's been crying. Her eyes are all sad and swollen. Her face is red and puffy. Her hair is shaggy. That black t-shirt looks like it's been stuck on her skin for the past one week. She's a fùcking mess. But her livingroom is an even bigger mess. Dirty dishes and half cigarettes on the table. Dirty cups of coffee sitting on the couch. Bottles of wine scattered on the floor."I'm sorry." Lana says. "I said some horrible things the last time you were here. And I'm so so so sorry.""I'm sorry for the horrible things I said too. Bestfriends don't talk to their bestf
The house is spotlessly clean.When I was dead asleep, Lana was busy scrubbing floors and dusting the house and arranging the books in the shelf and clearing the table and cleaning the couches. The mega mess is gone and I feel like I just woke up in a different house.I walk into the kitchen and find Lana pouring herself some coffee. She clearly had a shower. Her red hair is tossed up in a bun and she's wearing a huge poloshirt with some denim shorts. She looks gorgeous. My best friend is finally back to life."Stop staring at me like some creep." "You look hot. Can you blame me?""Actually." She smiles. "Yes, I blame you. You are the reason I stopped crying over that mediocre man. You are the reason I got out of a funk and decided to get my life together. You are the reason I had a nice little shower and cleaned my house. So yes, you are to blame.""That's the sweetest speech." I smile. "You were born to be a writer.""I agree." She rolls her eyes and pours me some coffee. "I made s
The sweet aroma of beef hangs in the air when we walk into the kitchen. Hannah just made a delicious meal of rice, beef and vegetables for lunch. She immediately places the plates infront of us when we sit on the island. She also pours me a cold glass of orange juice. She knows I'm obsessed with orange juice."Smells delicious." I gush. "Thanks Hannah."She nods and smiles at me from a distance, standing next to a vase of red roses. I don't remember seeing those roses on the counter last night."Fancy flowers." I comment. "Did Damien get them?""Glad you like them." Vanessa smiles. "Consider them apology flowers. Sorry for the way my husband acted yesterday. He was a little tipsy and that was out of character. He is very sorry and embarrassed for his actions."Bullshit. I know Leo is not sorry. And I know he didn't want to send the flowers. The only reason he sent them is because Damien threatened him."You can ask your maid to excuse us now." Vanessa smiles at me, ignoring Hannah's
"Wanna know the small secret to success?"Miss Priscilla sinks in her couch, a cup of coffee clutched in her hand. She looks stunning in a floral shirt-dress with her long dark hair falling on her shoulders. She's effortlessly cool and stylish even at the young age of fifty-five. Her classes feel like a conversation with your bestie rather than an actual lecture. It's an online class but I feel like I'm on that white couch, sipping coffee with her."Networking." She smiles. "That's the little secret to success. It's the most crucial tool in this business. The most fundamental tool. If you are going to be dressing people, you need to know people. You need to go out there and meet people. You can have a tank of talent and read every fashion book and attend every class and pass every paper but it's all garbage if you don't have a network of people who trust your talent. A network of people who call the shots. A network of people who connect you to clients. A network of clients that trust
DAMIEN"Sophia?"She takes off her black boots and dumps them on the floor. She unzips her leather jacket and tosses it on the couch. Now she's just left with her baggy t-shirt and ripped jeans. She runs her fingers through her messy blonde hair as she walks towards me with a sly smile."Hey Twin." She pecks my cheek and falls on the seat. "Dinner smells delicious."She grabs a bowl and pours herself some rice and beef. She spits the gum on the floor and digs into her meal. From the look on her face, she's clearly impressed."Did you cook this?" She asks Dani, sitting directly opposite from her. "You are a wonderful wife.""Thanks but the cook made it.""Such a shame." She frowns. "Thought you're one of those traditional wives who would suck the floor for their man. Guess I was wrong about you.""What are you doing here, Soph?""I'm homeless." She smiles. "Hope you and your wife don't mind me crashing here for the next couple of months before I find a place.""You are homeless?" I rai
DANI"Tell me you don't believe that apology."Damien says as he dumps the dishes in the sink. Doing the dishes together is slowly becoming a routine that I enjoy a little too much."I don't believe that apology." I say. "I think Vanessa made her do it.""Those two are upto something." He says. "Sophia has never shown any interest in being my roommate. Even when I begged her to come live with me. She wouldn't budge. And now that Vanessa is our neighbour, she wants to come live with us? That's strange.""I think it was Vanessa that came up with the idea. That's why she made Sophia apologise. I don't know what she's trying to do but she's clearly obsessed with you." I pause. "I think I'll turn down the deal.""Why?""Because the deal might also be part of her plan." "Don't do that. Working with her will bring the two of you closer and you might figure out what she's upto.""Good point."The door swings open. Sophia storms in, dressed in her pink pajamas. I swear I see her roll her eyes