As she entered the store, her face, which was red earlier from embarrassment, had regained her previous color. She had a very big smile on her innocent face when she thought about how she was back in this store after weeks of absence.
The store held most of her good memories. As she looked around to see if there was a change, her eyes twinkled with excitement and anticipation, and her face devoid of any makeup. But that didn’t stop her from appearing charming. While she was observing the surroundings with her twinkling eyes and her lips arched in a small smile, many were entranced by her beauty. Her hair swayed from side to side as she looked around. Men were absorbed in her beauty, while women were jealous. Even though the dress she was wearing was worn-out and easily remarked upon, it was still overshadowed by her beauty. Aurora, oblivious to her surroundings, was still standing near the door when she was fetched by a servant who brought her to her table. There she saw her best friend. The shop was not a famous one but big enough to serve at least a hundred customers, thus in need of servants. They always took a table near the window to have a better view of what was happening outside. When she reached the usual table, she saw her friend Victoria glaring at her. She felt like she was walking on eggshells. When she reached the table and took a seat in front of her, her friend, who had been silent, turned toward the servant and ordered with a sweet smile. But when she turned her attention back to the girl in the blue dress sitting right in front of her, she clicked her tongue and said, "I hope you're aware that you are fifteen minutes late." Her voice was full of disapproval. Aurora, more than anyone, knew that Victoria hated lateness, bowed her head apologetically and mumbled a quick "sorry" before hearing her friend sigh on the other side. Just like that, she felt a pat on her head and looked up. "But since it’s you, how can I stay angry?" her friend’s voice was warm. When she looked up, the black eyes that were glaring at her earlier now held warmth. Her friend was wearing a light lime green sweater with a white top underneath and a navy blue knee-length skirt. Her black hair was styled in a blunt bob that fell to chin-length. Her friend was four years older than her. Victoria pulled out a card from her pocket and placed it on the table. With a smile, she explained, “This was given by Red Snow. She said I must take it and bring you to enjoy ourselves.” Aurora, who was looking at the bankcard on the table with doubt, her once apologetic face became serious. “Don’t you think that it’s strange that compared to the other members, she is showing a bit too much attention to us? And why didn’t you reject it?” she asked. Her voice was full of suspicion. Victoria looked baffled and waved her hand while shaking her head. “No, I really tried to avoid it, but my excuses were all in vain. You perfectly know how cunning she can be. In the end, tell me, what do we do with this?” she asked as she pointed at the card. Aurora looked at the card for a moment before answering, “Keep it. When the time comes, we will find a way to return it to her.” As the issue was resolved, she looked at Victoria with a smile on her face. "I hope you didn't bring me here just for that, right?" Before Vicky answered, a servant arrived and served what they commanded, cutting short their conversation. After placing everything on the table, the servant bowed and left. Aurora, who had her eyes roaming all over the table, her blue eyes brimming with anticipation and she was almost salivating, her friend who was observing everything laughed at her before assuring, "You foodie, you can start digging in. All that is present here right now is all yours." Aurora's eyes lit up as she saw the various plates in front of her; she felt like dreaming. After she finished exploring the various plates on the table, she didn't stand on ceremony and started with the warm goat cheese salad, a salad consisting of grilled goat cheese on toast, served on a bed of green vegetables with a light vinaigrette. When she placed the food in her mouth to taste it, she glanced left before swallowing it with enough difficulty. It didn’t suit her taste buds, but she had to finish it since she didn’t want to waste food, especially since she knew the feeling of not having food to eat. After three minutes, she was done with the food. She took a few sips of water from the glass on her left and moved on to the next food, which was the pasta buffet. After she did the same thing and ate without many problems, she felt like she was more in favor of the buffet rather than the appetizers. So, she finished it as quickly as possible before glancing at the tiramisu (an Italian dessert composed of layers of coffee-soaked biscuits, sweet mascarpone cheese, and dusted with cocoa powder) in front of her. Her eyes twinkled with anticipation. Why must she wait when the dessert was calling for her to have a taste. As she tasted it, her eyes widened in pleasant surprise as she felt the sweet taste in her mouth so tempting that she wanted to go for another bite. It was extremely sweet but not to the point of exaggeration, and so she enjoyed it to the fullest. She thought to herself that since she’s been eating, this was the best of all. When she was done eating, she felt slightly aggrieved but satisfied. Victoria, who was observing everything from the side, felt quite happy when looking at the girl in front of her, whom she considered as a sister, with warm loving eyes. She had remarked every detail to know that the only thing the girl really enjoyed was the dessert.As she observed Aurora eating, she knew that as Aurora tasted the food, her eyes kept glancing to the left, a proof that the food didn’t suit her. But she didn’t complain and ate the food in silence. She couldn't say anything; she remembered the day she confronted Aurora about the issue, but she just answered that food was precious. Even if you don’t enjoy it, you have to eat because others don’t get the chance to eat what you don’t like. Vicky felt deep down that it was just excuses. She didn’t get to eat warm food until she was satisfied because her aunt managed to prepare a meal that would easily satisfy the three family members, and Aurora got to eat the leftovers. But if she tried to help, that would be an additional burden placed on her. So she tried to minimize the pain she felt by inviting her from time to time.But she was far from imagining that since young Aurora had long washed away the hope that they would accept her, consider her as family. But everything was lost as tim
They started their engine and left at a moderate speed, leaving the butler behind. As they were driving on the road, Vicky moved closer to Aurora, who was looking ahead, and informed her, "We can't drive freely on this busy road. Let's go to Magnolia Corporation where we can drive at high speed to our heart's content."Magnolia is a fairly large corporation that is particularly based in motorcycle racing. Every year, international racers always come here to represent the country. Their race tracks are the best. Sometimes, children of the rich come either to bet on motor races or to race with their friends. Considering the space it takes, we can only find it at the outskirts of country M.Since both girls were in the middle of town, it took them 40 minutes to arrive at the racing track because there was no traffic jam. On their way, they stopped at a gas station to refuel their motorcycle. When they set foot at the race track, they were so amazed by the various tracks that their blood
While Vicky sped off, Aurora reduced her speed until the others were in front of her. She didn’t care about the race anymore. While still absentmindedly following the others, she didn’t notice the fact that the red reduced his speed. It was only when he was near her that she noticed it. “Hey, little one, do you think you can beat me in this race? Remember that you’re just a girl, and this place is not for girls like you,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of malicious intent. With that said, he pushed Aurora off the track.After seeing that she had fallen out of the racetrack, he placed both hands around his mouth and shouted, "Someone fell off the racetrack!" This prompted all the racers to stop. They all turned back and came in to assess the situation, putting aside their race. Everyone discussed how it happened. The red racer stomped his leg on the floor, saying, "I told you it wasn't good to have this girl with us. See the problems it's bringing us now," pointing as if he was
The tension was heavy among them. Sky, who heard the voice, felt a chill running down his spine. What she said was true; with her skills, an accident on her side was something impossible, which means that one of his friends must have pushed her away. But when he tried to guess, there were two that came to his mind: Weber, the brown one, had a fierce sense of competition but would not stoop low to the point of committing these types of mishaps. That left him with the red one, Jack, since he has a difficult personality to deal with and is also a bad loser. It can only be him since he must have felt threatened by both girls’ talent and decided to take care of the black one since she appeared to be the smallest and easiest to bully, but he must not have expected her to come back in such a way. He was still processing what happened when Vicky signaled him that they continue. He approached and asked, still surprised by what she said."How heartless can you be? You still want to continue th
Sky watched as the girls disappeared from his view before taking out his phone and making a call. "Find Jack Thomson and bring him to me," his voice as cold as ice, different from when he was talking to both girls. That was all him; he can smile and laugh with you, but when you step on his bad side, then he will become merciless, especially because he is from that family.As both girls left the Magnolia Corporation in haste, they reached the milk shop. It was already forty-five minutes past three, and the butler was already present, waiting for them. They parked right in front of him, got down from their bike, placed the helmet on the back of their bike, and walked towards the butler with a contented smile hanging on their lips.The butler bowed and smiled, “Welcome, Miss Vicky and Miss Aurora. Was the outing fruitful?” Vicky answered and started narrating what happened, except for the part where Aurora got into a little mishap. The butler nodded while listening attentively with great
As Aurora arrived home, she rushed directly into her bedroom and took off her black garments and underwear. She stepped into the bathroom to wash away the filth she accumulated during the day. The cold water gliding down her body felt so refreshing that she let out a comfortable sigh. She looked straight ahead as her mind drifted back to what happened earlier. She thought about those three men from earlier and let out a chuckle before her eyes darkened. (To think that I almost killed them, they must be lucky) she mused. She stepped out of the bathroom, already dressed, with a towel hanging on her head when her aunt entered her room. She looked at her aunt with an inquisitive look as it was the first time she ever entered her room. She would always send Nana if she had something to say, but her aunt merely glanced around in disgust before speaking, her voice as cold as usual. "Meet me in the parlor when you're done," she didn't even look at the girl in question before turning around
She opened the message only to see, "You must have received the mission already." She answered with a yes and dropped her phone back on the bed. But a few minutes later, her phone made another sound, and she picked it up only to see that it was another message from her friend: "When will you achieve the mission?" She pondered over the question before typing back, "In three days from now." After responding, she reduced all the volume on her phone and lay back on the bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling until she fell asleep. When she woke up the next morning, the sun was already high up in the sky. She freshened up and went to the kitchen, only to see a family of three having breakfast together. "This will be a very long and torturous breakfast if I join them." She was about to turn back and leave when her eyes met those of her aunt. Her aunt smiled and warmly called her over"Join us for breakfast," she said, hearing it she had chills running down her spine. Her aunt must really be l
At first, she did ask me if I wanted to back out, but I refused because the fact of having a client asking for my services felt more pleasant, like someone needed me even if I was hiding behind another identity. Until she refrained from asking, but in the organization, there was no head. Since Vicky was the one to gather information about our different missions, she was like a switch connected to various computers. The slight difference is that the other computers didn’t know the identity of their colleagues. In the organization, she is known as ‘Shadow’. No one knew about her identity in the organization, but since she was the one to bring me into the group, I know about her. The only information she made me know was that I was the youngest.The organization itself was non-affiliated with any other groups or mafias, so even mafias can contact us for a job if they wish not to be suspected. The organization only has one rule, and that is no one is supposed to know the other's identity
She placed one knee on the ground as she picked up her weapon and placed it in a black backpack. She got up with the bag on her back and walked out of the house, but she immediately went back in, remembering that she still had her bandage on. She removed her leather jacket and took off the bandage. She then flexed her arm to feel the pain, but she winced; her hand was still not completely recovered. She would still need more days for it to be fully healed, but that wouldn’t stop her from attaining her objective. She put her jacket back on and left the house. She looked at the time, only to see that it was 9 PM. Since her destination was not far from her house, she decided to walk, enjoying the night breeze. Her clothes blended with the dark shadows of the night, and her blue eyes reflected no emotions; they were rather calm but sparkled like jewels in the dark.The street was less crowded considering the fact that it was already night. She walked straight until she reached a street
They reached the destination after more than thirty minutes of travel. They arrived at Rendal Street without too many problems, thanks to the lack of traffic jams. As they drove around the street, there were little to no people walking around, making it a more peaceful place to stay. They stopped the car in front of a house. The front was not really eye-catching, but when they entered, it was beautiful; the decoration was simple but suitable for living in. Vicky assured herself that she would guide Aurora to all the rooms of the house. There were two rooms, each with a bathroom, a kitchen, a parlor, and a veranda. Later on, Vicky left, saying she had some things to take care of, and Aurora was left alone in an unfamiliar environment. She walked towards her bedroom to have a closer look at it. It was almost empty; there was only the necessary furniture. She went to check the wardrobe, only to see that it was filled with dresses, and the other was filled with shoes. Her hands brushed
Shadow is her secret identity, but the fact that she refused all the blind dates has disappointed her parents. However, she can’t explain anything, and that really must be what frustrates her. Aurora doesn't know the feeling of knowing so much but being unable to tell the truth because of the fear of losing someone or disappointing them. The only family she had didn't care about her, so she cannot pretend to know what it feels like. She silently held onto her friend’s hand without saying anything; they both stayed silent. Sometimes, they don’t need words to convey what they feel; it is sufficient to feel each other’s presence. Aurora got up and looked at her friend beside her. “I’m thinking of leaving the house tomorrow; I want to buy a house.” This announcement caused Vicky, lying on the side, to get up immediately. She looked at Aurora in shock, opened her mouth, and then closed it. After a few minutes.“Why are you not fine here?” she asked, aggrieved, but Aurora shook her head a
Vicky dragged Aurora to the car, and they left the hospital. It didn't take much time for them to reach the Greyhart mansion, since it was located near the outskirts of the city. They arrived in front of a gate, which automatically opened. They drove and parked the car right in front of the mansion, then got out and entered. The scent of polished wood filled the air, and the entrance was softly illuminated by the glow of the chandeliers. When they entered the mansion, the butler was waiting for them at the entrance. When he saw both of them coming, he bowed respectfully in greeting and said, “Welcome back, Miss. Greetings, Miss Aurora.” They nodded in response and entered, with Aurora a step behind as they walked.As they entered, they came across a woman who was old, almost the same age as her aunt, but more elegant. Her brown hair fell down on her shoulders, and she was giving orders to the servants, her back facing the entrance.She was dressed simply, but it didn’t mask her elegan
As she got out of the bathroom with a towel on her hair, she came across Vicky, who was waking up. She went and sat on her bed and tended to her wet hair. Vicky, who had just woken up, got up from her seat and immediately walked towards Aurora while yawning. She took the towel away from Aurora’s hand and started drying her hair for her. “Let me do it; I’m not sure you will do a perfect job,” her voice still drowsy. Aurora pouted but said nothing, and they fell into a comfortable silence, Aurora relishing in the care her hair was receiving. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of enjoyment; she really felt comfortable. “I received word from the doctor that we can leave, so I’m taking you today. From now on, you’re going to be staying with me.” Her voice was smooth, but Aurora, hearing the news, was about to interject, “But d—” She was cut off by Vicky. “Remember this: I am not asking for your opinion; I am just informing you that if I don’t have an eye on you at all times, the ne
A few minutes later, Vicky sat on the bed and looked at the patient who was still smiling. “Why are you smiling so brightly?” she asked when she felt calmer. Aurora responded, “Because surely my bright smile can help you with your anger, right?” Vicky didn’t know if she was supposed to laugh, cry, or knock the girl sitting in front of her. Vicky looked into her friend's eyes; her blue eyes were truly captivating, giving anyone staring into them the feeling of drowning in the ocean.She stared at Aurora’s face, which didn’t betray any emotions. It made her think that she was the one suffering, and Aurora was the one trying to comfort her. She clenched her hands; seeing Aurora unaffected made her angry. Her voice came out as a whisper, but only they could understand. “Don’t you feel angry about it? Why are you sitting there as if none of this bothers you?” As she asked, her voice rose. Aurora looked down at her hands lying on her lap as she explained, “When Aunt talked to me about the
Her stomach grumbled; she didn’t know where to get food since when she woke up, there was no one present. She was about to pull the IV drip away from her hands when the door to her room opened, and she was faced with her friend’s haggard face (she really must have gone through a lot). Her friend immediately rushed to her side, and she was almost crushed in the hug. She patted her back for quite a while until she finally calmed down, but before she could ask anything, Vicky knocked her head. “Can you explain to me what crossed that little mind of yours to harm yourself?” Her voice was loud; she was greatly furious. Aurora, who was the recipient of it, looked a little sheepish. “Acting sheepish won’t answer my question. I’m waiting for the answer.” Aurora felt like her spine was already painful. “I was drugged, and to stay sane, I had to hurt myself. I’m sorry if I worried you,” she bowed down her head apologetically. Vicky passed a hand on her hair before letting out a sigh. Vicky
She didn’t want to stay, but she had to stay until the investor decided to leave. The man clicked his tongue, which brought her back to reality. She turned her head towards him only to see that he was a little angry. "Many people will try everything in their capacities to have a word with me, but you dare to ignore my presence. Don’t you think you must act a little if you want me to invest?" His voice was low but filled with anger and threats. She bowed her head and mumbled a small apology. That's when she remembered the situations she was in.She looked at the man in front of her and asked, “Sir, why are you interested in investing in my father’s company?” The man was visibly surprised but he still answered while drinking from his glass, “Because I heard that his daughter was quite a beauty and that he was protective of them. So when he proposed his project, I accepted on the condition of a blind date.” So, in short, he was saying he is investing because he just wanted a blind date,
They sat in an awkward silence until the man coughed twice to gain attention. Aurora was forced to look at him in the face since she believed that it's quite disrespectful not to talk to someone without looking at them directly. The man then folded his hands and looked directly at her. "So tell me, Miss Noels, what do you enjoy doing in your free time?" he asked, his voice unpleasant. Despite this, Aurora could not permit herself to show any sign of discomfort. She just looked into his eyes and smiled, "I enjoy reading in my free time, and sometimes shopping, and I enjoy hanging out with my friends." She answered the way 'Nana' would have answered, but personally, according to Aurora, there aren't many things that she enjoys. We can describe her as almost an empty shell since she doesn't have a passion for many things.He placed his hand on hers, but she gradually removed it to curl her finger around her hair. No one can enjoy being freely touched by someone he or she finds disgustin