The week went by quietly and smoothly for the Trents. They had managed to put off the breaking in incident behind them and were now living their lives as they were supposed to. Avery opened the door of the dressing room in the evening of Wednesday to see Zoe sitting by the mirror, allowing the makeup artist to do his magic on her with her eyes closed. He walked over, smiled at the artist before placing a kiss on Zoe’s already made hair, breathing in the scent of her vanilla flavored shampoo in the process.“Look who is back.” Zoe said, a smile spreading across her face.Things have been very good between them. The more they lived together, the more he fell in love with her. Although she hasn’t totally confessed her feelings for him, he sure knew she felt the same way about him. He was becoming softer by the day and his personalities have given him some peace by not coming out for the past week, allowing him live his life.“Are you dressed?” Zoe asked, her eyes still closed while the m
Zoe stared at her, wondering how possible it was that she was present at her wedding when in fact just few people had attended. She and Francis got married in a very casual garden and had not more than twenty people present because they had thought they didn’t need people as long as they had each other. But seeing this very beautiful lady who threw flashy stares at her husband say she had been there, didn’t sit right with her.“Are you sure about that?” Zoe asked, studying her and she smiled sweetly.“Of course. I remember being in Maples then to teach a modeling class and getting dragged to a wedding because my friend and I thought it was pitiful that the ceremony was scanty.” She replied. “When we got there, I was surprised that it was Zoe Madrigal tying the knot.”“Oh yeah?” Avery asked.“Yeah. I also remember wanting to come say hello but we were called up for an emergency and had to leave.” She continued. “What happened? You got divorced?”“Uhmmm…”“Yes.” Zoe replied immediately,
Avery stood perfectly still watching his mother’s body being wheeled out from the house. There were red and blue siren lights flashing round the building and if no one stopped the sounds of the siren, he was going to dismantle the ambulances with his bare hands.God, his mother was dead. She was gone and it was all because of his recklessness. Zoe warned him, Mia had warned him but he had only thought them as being hysterical because they were women.And now, look what that had gotten him.He leaned by the wall outside the house, still looking at the body the police officers were asking him to identity. There was no way in the world he was going to identify that his mother was dead.“Mr. Trent. We know this is a difficult time but before we take her away, is this your mother?” They asked him but he couldn’t bring himself to answer the question.“Mr. Trent?”“Yes, she is the one.” Zoe replied, adjusting the white shawl she used to cover her shoulders as she came closer. She watched Ave
Zoe turned off the television in her mother’s house and sighed in distress. The news about Felicity’s death was over all channels she tried to watch which almost drove her crazy. She still couldn’t believe that her mother in-law was dead. Felicity didn’t look like someone who could die so easily like that. How simple was it to end someone’s life with just a bullet from a finely made gun.Felicity’s death reminded her of how Francis had died. He too had been shot but while she had not been there to witness Felicity’s, Francis’s own was still vivid in her mind.Things were falling apart in the Trent family. While Mia was giving everyone the silent treatment, Simon still occupied Avery’s body and he wasn’t looking like he was leaving soon. If this was how Avery dealt with pain, it was a really twisted way to do it.“Are you okay, Zoe?” Margery asked as she watched her daughter going lost in thought.Zoe on the other hand blinked twice before turning to focus her attention on her. “I am f
Zoe and the rest of the Trent family walked into the vacation home in France with so much bad air between them all. Mia was still not speaking to anyone and neither was Avery. He only spoke to her when he felt he needed to. The burial ceremony had been just a family affair but that had not stopped the reporters from being there and intruding as usual. Felicity’s pictures were still splashed over the news, accompanied with some really weird speculations about her death.None of them had spoken to the media because they didn’t want anyone to know that prior to Felicity’s death, they had been receiving death threats. It would make people question them. So, they had been quiet, spoken to the detectives for leads and kept themselves locked inside the house. Even today, they all left at dawn to avoid more cameras in their faces.Zoe wasn’t sure she liked the way things were in their lives now, but she wasn’t going to complain. She understood that they were not only grieving, but blaming the
Zoe walked into the living area after her drink to find just Aaron sitting in the bar of the house. He had on the television and was staring at the picture of his mother. The comments by the reporters were nice as they talked about what Felicity was able to achieve in her company and in the life of her children.Zoe leaned on the wall leading to the staircase and continued to watch him. She wanted to go to him and sooth but she knew quite well that and she and Aaron didn’t fancy each other much. As she made to take the stairs to her room, she heard his phone ring which he answered immediately.“Yes, speak to me.” Was the first sentence out of his mouth. Zoe waited as he listened to the caller on the other end of the line, keeping very still so as not to give herself away. “Good, now lock up and leave the place. No one goes there till I say so. Avery is watching me and I know he has someone on our tail. Tell the guys to be on the low.”Avery has someone on his tail? What did he mean by
Zoe badged into Mia’s room the next morning having enough of her nonsense. She walked to the side of her bed and pulled off the blanket off her body.“What in the hell!” Mia exclaimed in a loud voice, not minding the fact that the culprit had been Zoe. Without paying much attention to her, Zoe went into her wardrobe and searched for a decent wear for her.“What are you doing, Zoe?” Mia asked with disbelief, her gaze following Zoe wherever she went.“I am bringing you back to life, young lady and you are not going to complain.” She answered.After searching her bag and getting a pretty yellow flowery top and a jean pants to go with it, she bent down to search for shoes.“You are not my mother, you know.” Mia said, not moving an inch from the bed. When Zoe had pulled out a pair of sneakers, she felt was reasonable with the outfit, she headed back to the bed.“No, I am not.” She replied. “Your mother is dead. Get used to it.”Mia gasped quietly, a hurt look on her face but Zoe wasn’t hav
The cooling atmosphere of the beach calmed their nerves as they walked slowly on the sand, totally ignoring the many people who also shared the beach with them. Zoe walked behind Mia, trying not to disturb the little peace the sound of the waters was bringing her. Mia stopped and turned towards the waters, closing her eyes to take it all in while Zoe continued to watch her. When she opened her eyes, she turned to Zoe.“This was a good idea.” She said, a little smile around the corner of her lips.“Yeah?” Zoe asked, seeing the conversation as an opportunity to go closer to her. She folded her arms and also closed her eyes, just to feel what exactly it was Mia was feeling.“I hate them.” Mia called and Zoe opened her eyes immediately. She noticed the hurt look on the young girl’s face and instead of rebuking her, nodded her head.“It is okay to hate them. they are men. Women hate men sometimes.” She said, rubbing her hands against her bare arms.Mia shook her head immediately, trying he