TIMOTHY POV Timothy had grown weary of the constant summons to dinners with Stella. It seemed that she had made it her mission to integrate herself into his life, and it was a mission he had no choice but to begrudgingly accept. So, when yet another dinner invitation arrived, he couldn't summon th
The tension in the room was palpable, and a heavy silence settled over the dining table. Timothy's outburst had disrupted the carefully orchestrated harmony of the evening, and he could feel the disapproving gazes of his family members. Stella, suddenly so diplomatic, tried to diffuse the situatio
As I stood on the outskirts of the jubilant gathering, my eyes were fixed on the spectacle unfolding before me. Timothy's family celebrated his engagement with all the pomp and extravagance befitting a grand occasion, while I stood there in silent awe, a bewildered observer of a world I did not belo
It was Andy, Timothy's brother, who seemed fairly full of himself just from the conversations that I’d heard. His eyes locked onto mine, and a sly smile curved his lips as he regarded me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Andy drawled, his voice oozing c
The news of Timothy and Stella's engagement had taken the world by storm, and the media was abuzz with excitement. Social media platforms were flooded with congratulatory messages, and the hashtag #TELLA trended at the top of every chart. It seemed that the entire world had fallen in love with the i
The band on the small stage in the corner of the brewery played a melodic tune, their music filling the air with a sense of nostalgia. I swayed to the rhythm, my heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. With a surge of courage fueled by the alcohol coursing through my veins, I abandoned a
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across my room. It was a new day, but the remnants of last night's escapade weighed heavily on me. My head throbbed, and my stomach churned with the aftereffects of the alcohol that had fueled my reckless behavior. As I rel
"Timothy, I can't say for certain," I replied cautiously. "It's possible that Andy has his own reasons, but I wouldn't want to make any assumptions." Timothy's frustration was evident, and he ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "I just don't understand why they're so adamant about this es