TIMOTHY POV The scent of freshly whipped icing and berry jams tickled Timothy’s nose as he sat amongst the various cakes and pastries scattered about. He found himself once again dragged into the world of wedding preparations, a realm he had never imagined himself entering so soon. The prospect
The conference room buzzed with tension as we awaited the arrival of Timothy and Stella. Scarlett, our formidable lawyer, sat at the head of the table, her expression a mask of professionalism. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, knowing that the meeting that lay ahead would be a pivotal mom
The following day, we gathered at the gates of the Fitzgerald estate, anticipation hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. Scarlett had arranged for us to visit the property in person, a crucial step in the ongoing dispute over its ownership. As we stood at the imposing gates, the towering ironwork
Timothy trained his eyes on me. “That’s your birthday?” I nodded urgently. It wouldn’t effect their day at all, but it would taint mine knowing that Timothy was taking Stella Fitzgerald’s hand in marriage. Stella's response was dismissive, her focus solely on her wedding plans. "Well, you can ce
The night was dark and oppressive as I unlocked my front door, the weight of the day's revelations bearing down on me like a suffocating cloak. I couldn't wait any longer; I had to call Penny and share the shocking news that had unfolded. As I paced back and forth in my dimly lit living room, I dial
Penny didn't buy my half-hearted denial, and her persistent gaze made me feel uneasy. "Evie, you can't lie to me. I’ve seen the looks you give him, whether you hate him or not." I sighed, realizing that Penny wouldn't let this go. "Maybe there's still a small part of me that wonders about what cou
The next morning, as promised, Penny sent the developed photos over in the mail. She’d tucked them away into a pleasant little envelope, hiding away its dark interior. She’d added a little note inside, " I got the photos developed! I'll send the digital copies to you soon as possible." I held it
I forced a smile, my voice carefully neutral. "I just wanted to be supportive, Stella. It's an exciting time for you, after all." Stella's gaze lingered on me for a moment, as if she were trying to decipher my true intentions. "You’re so weird." Before I could respond, the seamstress finished th