Almara’s Pov“That was productive!” My father says, clicking his seatbelt. We’re back in the car and this trip home is already proving itself to be an odd one.“It was.” I agree. We signed a three-week contract where I can drop Grace off as need be and pick her up on my own time as long as it’s not after 6pm- which won’t be a problem.It was a great deal and not only with Grace be introduced to cubs her age, but she’ll get a jump start on th
Almara’s PovThankfully after the first week of me being home the hushed whispers as I past by someone has stopped, the ogling eyes and requests for autographs has lessened. I think I just disassociated when it came time to that. I smiled and did what would be expected of a Luna in that situation, no more and no less.Other than that, I’ve developed a bit of a routine. Every morning just as the sun is rising, Grace and I go to the nearby park and walk for an hour. Then we go to Susan’s bakeshop for breakfast. After that I drop her off at day care while I wor
Almara’s PovI feel bad as I dial Cathy’s number and tell her that Grace and I will need to reschedule. With each passing ring, my guilt builds. Then again, I don’t know what I really have to feel guilty about. I’d feel even worse if after Archer old me his struggles and I just left without any act of kindness.“Hey, Almara.” Cathy finally picks up.“Hi, Cathy.” I hesitate with my next sentence and apparently that’s all that needs to be said
Arthur’s Pov“Smile, Arthur. It’s not a grimace, it’s a smile.” My father hisses into my ear, even though his teeth are clenched some spit still manages to get through. Any of the paparazzi witnessing this interaction would think it was just a friendly fatherly comment to a beloved son.I take a deep breath and try to heed my father’s advice. It took a lot of strings to be pulled and a lot of promises made in order for us to secure a spot at the Shining Coat event.
Almara’s PovI’m worried. I tried calling Arthur last night as soon as I got home. I wanted to explain myself before he sees the picture. It’s now morning and I’ve already tried calling three more times and he hasn’t answered.I know that he has some big red-carpet event and maybe that ran late, but still he hasn’t missed a phone call once this week which leaves my head spinning was the different possibilities.Either Arthur got into a horrible accident and i
Almara’s PovThe ride back is tense. Before we left, I told my parents that something came up and I had to go home early, but that I would be back. They weren’t thrilled, I fact I think they have more disdain towards Arthur than they did before. I keep replaying our conversation in my head.They asked if this has anything to do with Graces teacher and I getting dinner, and I wanted to tell them no, but my face already gave it all away. “Do you really have to leave because of this?” They asked, not caring that Arthur’s feelings are sincerely hurt.
Almara’s Pov“You want to what?” I let the towel I was using to dry my hair drop from my hands.“Couple’s counseling.” Arthur repeats like it’s the most normal thing in the world. I guess the stigma has gone down surrounding mental health, sure, but do we really need that?I think back on all what we’ve gone through and any one of those events would constitute a good enough reason for therapy. Still, we were laughing about our trials one the ride
Almara’s PovAuthor and I have been seeing Maurice for just over a month now and I got to hand it to her, she’s good. I think what I love most about Maurice is that I don’t know anything about her personally.I don’t know her opinions, much about her hobbies or interests, her political stance, or even much about her own family.I know that might sound strange, but the less I know about her the more Author and I are illuminated through the conversation. No matter what I s