Louisa had deposited her daughter in school. She met the class mistress and pleaded with her to not let Gianna out of class until she came as well as not let anyone see her. She was very much specific about the sex and physical description. After being assured and reassured, she left for her office, passing through her sickening pretentious workers, where Nerry immediately jolted out of her seat to welcome her with a trembling vocal."What is it?" She frowned."Eh...Miss, I...I tried to tell him to not get in...to wait for you here but--" Nerry stammered."Who is it?""Mr. Adrian," she lowered her head, expecting her verdict. "He's seated in your office ma'am."Louisa puffed furiously as she stormed into her office to sight Adrian seated on her leather chair with a folder concealing his face. At the sound of the creaking door, he returned the folder and stood up hands wide open, "Princessa," he cheerfully called, "how are you?""What do you
Gianna was nodding at something the janitor told her when Louisa walked in after handing Mrs. Heather a tip. The little girl smiled at her mum, picked up her backpack, and bid the kind janitor goodbye as she obediently walked straight to the car as told by her mum."Hi," the janitor began, stopping Louisa on her track, "I'm Ruth. Nice to meet you." "Louisa." She simply replied taking in the appearance of the lady who looked too old from stress and depression rather than age. "You have a very sweet daughter." She rested her chin on the hand which covered the head of the mop. Louisa smiled warmly, "thanks." "I clean up daily and never have I had the chance to talk to a kid this long after classes," she insinuated. "The weather's super sunny these days, haven't you noticed?" She said, hoping the nosy lady would keep to her path. "Then you might have to start including sun creams in her backpack," Ruth prodded. "You don't have a problem with my daughter being here, now, do you?" "O
"Hi Ms. Ruth," Gianna greeted the smiling janitor with a toothy smile before returning her intent focus on what she was doing. The lady comfortably settled on a tiny kindergarten blue plastic chair after setting her tools aside. "Hi, Gianna. How are you doing today?" "I'm fine," she switched crayons. "Oh, what do we have here?" Ruth said, diverting Gianna's paper to her, "fantastic! You did this?" Gianna nodded. "So here is your mummy," she pointed out a not so straight stick drawing representing a woman in red hair with an ear-to-ear smile drawn in red crayon, "and this is you, right?" Ruth acknowledged an almost similar version of the first drawing except, it looked small, had a black yarn-like excuse of a ponytail above her head, and no red represented ear to ear smile. "Yeah." At some far end of mother and daughter holding stick hands, was a tiny almost non-existent stick drawing. Ruth, after intrigue struck, couldn't help but being intrus
Mason had successfully had Louisa on the receiver, after several attempts on calling, to give her a rendezvous which she had undoubtedly declined so, he took it upon himself to go to her and confront her properly, with prove this time around. He had been careful with the alibi required: a straw Gianna had used to ingest her orange juice. Luckily, he met with Louisa on her way to work as elegantly dressed as always. He could never ignore the somersaults his heart engaged itself to whenever he set eyes on her. The old feeling hadn't faltered a bit. At that point in time, he only wished for his plans to work that is, if truly a way to a mother's heart was through her children. Not that he was deliberately going to use his daughter but only hoped and prayed his closeness to her could ignite a lost fire. "You again?" She refrained from delving into her purse. Louisa looked back for a bit readying her stance in case the man standing in front of her came for her dau
One word. Awkward. The only other time Louisa ever felt this way was when she and Adrian strictly agreed on sex with no strings attached. But earlier that day, the degree of awkwardness she felt could blow up a thermometer. Louisa spotted Gianna from the rearview mirror; she silently watched the speeding cars, pedestrians, and buildings. For once, she wished to know what her daughter was thinking about, and for once, she would've proudly accepted the question of 'where is my daddy?' to 'are you really my daddy?' She didn't doubt it the least when two familiar cars presented at the parking lot. Her apprehension was long-lived at the sight of deep brows above two pairs of eyes. She urged Gianna to tidy up after a brief niece-uncles understanding. "Now, what?" Marley's words seeped through clenched teeth. "Like what?" She pretended. "Nathalie made us come here. You know why," Lauren barked, "tell us, what's been going on? And don't you dare say 'nothing'
"I need your help," Louisa sounded devasted and desperate to her ears more than she thought she did to the receiver's ears. She hadn't a wink of sleep the previous night because every time her eyelids shut for a fraction of a second, the images of Mason behind bars choked her. All she was left to think of was getting him out and his tender and heartwarming words. "Goodness! How urgent is this for you to call at... four in the morn?" Lauren's sleep-charmed voice managed to say. "It's a friend of mine. He's in custody," her throat battered as her words flowed in parts, "he needs a lawyer but won't get one. So I need you to help him." She heard Lauren's sheets ruffle on the other side and a feminine purr that no doubt belonged to Georgina. He exhaled and said, "I'll be at your place before seven, ok? I need to complete my sleep cycle. Had a rough day yesterday." "Okay." Louisa was seated at the kitchen island seeping on her second cup of
Gianna had finally gone to sleep after a struggle. She wanted to spend more time with Mason and learn more magic tricks but Louisa thought she had learned enough as the clock ticked nine p.m. She found Mason on the verandah leaning on the aluminum rails, a position which made every muscle his back ever owned more prominent and alluring. Louisa, with so much nervousness, pocketed her hands in the back of her shorts as she approached him not knowing exactly what to do or say once at her destination. They had barely said anything to each other since he arrived. Gianna did most of the talking and she had never been so thankful. Now it was her turn to entertain her guest. "Thank you," he said as he turned to her, now leaning backward. Louisa strived to ignore the charming smile he portrayed and the handsomeness that glowed beneath the 200 Watt LED lights that donned the ceiling. "What for?" Her attempt to act all grim failed miserably. "For everything: for dinner, for spending time wit
Three steps into her office and Louisa sighted Adrian seated on the small settee at the right corner of her office. She continued her journey to her chair and only until she was seated did she speak since all her guest did was stare at her intently."How are you doing?" She said, specifically referring to his still plastered nose since his eyes had considerably regained their once upon a time tint and from its once swollen state."Good," he monotonously replied.And then, reigned a moment of silence.As uncomfortable as the silence was, Louisa broke it with, "So, what do I owe this visit?"Adrian rose to ample height and directed himself to the opposite side of her where he nonchalantly pocketed his hands. "I left the UK with several things in mind but only one was a priority." He paused."When I left New York I realized something and immediately regretted ever evacuating. If I dwelled there during all those times, it's because I thought I w
It was a silent ride to school so far. Neither Petra nor Gianna seemed to be in the mood for a dispute and Louisa was very much happy and okay with that. The last thing she needed was to drive to work with a thumping head as the routine had it which is why she preferred Mason to drive the kids to school. He knew the tricks which never worked when she tried. He wasn't going to be in town until two days and she missed him dearly. Louisa and Mason, a year before their wedding, were lucky enough to purchase three hectares of land in their dream town—Philipstown. They'd taken out time to visit it after their contract in renovating a retired baseball player's home— Joey Duran—was over. They'd fallen in love with the serenity of the little town, its adorable boutiques, and classic restaurants. Louisa had most especially fallen in love with Cold Spring Harbor. It's greenish-blue glimmering water at day and different hues of orange and yellow at dusk due to the reflection of the setting sun.
"Before you all present here, most especially Mr. Frederick Woods, I, Mason Donovan plead to have your blessings and to let go off your daughter, Louisa Ariana Woods to the realm of my love, care, and affection. I do not want to make empty promises but I give you my word that I'll give her all that I've got." He turned to Louisa, took a step back, and gradually went down on a knee."It's been a short, yet a long time since we've known each other, Lou, and during all this time I've learned so many things about you and with you. You might think this is too early but I don't. I have made up my mind," he fished out a blue velvet ring case from his pocket."To spend the rest of my life with you," he opened the box to a shimmery diamond ring. "Louisa," he called. "Will you marry me?"Louisa covered her mouth with a palm as the tears which had built up during his little speech finally rained."Say it!" Doris yelled from the crowd."Yes, say Yes, Lou," Elizabeth added.Soon enough, all the wom
Everything went on successfully. It was indeed true that happiness originated from a peaceful mind, an entourage of sincere positive energy from family, friends, and even strangers. Everyone's face dazzled with smiles and laughter as plates and dishes were passed from one to another. The atmosphere was inundated with chatters about everything and anything.What more could one ask for? Zaphrina was barely thirty seconds into her meal when she noticed Ace's absence. She could swear he was present during grace but now where was he at? "Bread?" Louisa who was sitting beside her asked with a basket of buns. At the latter's sight of worry in Zaphrina's countenance, she asked, "what is it?" Zaphrina vacated her chair. "I'll be back, permit me."It was in the boy's room, after adventuring in the playroom, that the young mother found her boy crying at an idle corner, his head bent to his knees. "Ace, what is wrong, my baby?" She rushed to h
YOUNG BEARDED GANG HQ. "Relax, man," Marley reassured Mason by tapping his shoulder, "you're as stiff as a corpse." The latter hadn't realized that, in fact, he seemed to not have known what was going on as he walked into the company of other bearded gangs of the family with Marley looking all happy-panky and friendly. Like nothing ever transpired.He would've thought so if the plastered cut on his jaw didn't sting so bad. The dude had quite a fist, he had to admit. "Gentlemen, I present to you an aspiring new member of the gang, Mason Donovan." The room which was filled with a dozen and three more men turned dead as fifteen pairs of eyes glued their way.The room was a typical men's garden with a bar growing a variety of liquor, a billiard table, flat-screen TV, beer fridge, and much more his eyes hadn't landed on yet. "What happened to your face, dude?" A tall man resting his feet on a coffee table asked. His low cut, exposing his scalp, made him look younger than his age could
Gianna had fallen asleep in the middle of a story that her father narrated. A kiss and a good night wish crowned the event. Mason strode to Louisa's room afterward, the latter was changing into a tempting shimmering dark red silky nightdress. She flew her hair out of the dress's trapping neckline in a way that was not only alluring but dick-breaking. He stood there staring in awe. "Is she asleep already?" "Uh...yeah." He broke out of his daze and began discarding his clothes. A warm shower and a lower body cover—boxers—entitled him to the bed right next to Louisa. She laid her head on his chest, closed her eyes, and listened to the quietness of the room then to the melody of his heartbeat. "How did your visit go?" He played with her hair. "Great. She's growing strong." "Yeah, I noticed that too. It's a good thing." "What about work, how did it go?" It was rare that they worked on Saturdays and when they did, it usua
The proper introduction of Gianna to Ruth went smoothly, joyfully, and amicably. To Louisa's surprise, Gianna enjoyed the visit to the extent of not wanting to return home. The little girl stuffed herself with Ruth's pastries and sumptuous meals so much that it was almost impossible for her to walk. Louisa at some point had second thoughts on going even though joining the duo was her idea. The fear was due to the first impression she made of herself in front of Ruth a few months back. The twists and turns of life. But luckily for her, the lady was receiving and behaved like nothing out of place ever occurred between them. "She's fast asleep," Mason commented after a glance at the rearview mirror. Louisa swiftly turned. "I'm afraid we'll never hear the end of Grandma Ruth's apple pie."That was all Gianna chanted halfway through their journey before falling asleep. "She reminds me of Ava. She too loves my mum's apple pie." "I
"It still hurts you isn't it?" "Badly." Dylan exhaled. On his way to Lydia's, he had seen Louisa and Mason from a distance cheerfully hopping into Mason's jeep. Credit to his gallantry to make sure she was secured in first.Why did that detail bother him? Because whether he did that or not, she won't come flying in his arms for severe reasons. "Did Louisa tell you...her brother wishes to help?" He had immediately jumped to narrating to his sister about his encounter with Louisa days back after telling her about seeing the happy duo down the street. "Why help?" Lydia lowered her head. Even though Dylan was closer to her than Levine and Max were, she still found him intimidating when talking about certain things with the fear of not knowing how he'll take it. Especially since Corey came into their lives. "To reduce Corey's penalty." She hesitated. "Because that's what you want?" She remained silent for a bit. The only time Dylan ever got mad at her was when she settled for the di
It was very understandable how Dylan reacted to Corey's case. She would do the same if she were in his shoes. Lydia hadn't to worry about him, not now, not in the next life because of the strong support system that existed—family. From a visible distance, Louisa couldn't sight her daughter at the meet-up point and the premises had begun to dry out of human presence. Panic surged.Louisa brusquely fled out of her car into Gianna's classroom where she walked into Mrs. Heather with a stack of papers. "Hello, Miss Woods, how can I be helpful to you?" She adjusted her glasses upper her nose. "I haven't seen Gianna so I was wondering if she was still in class." "Not at all. All the kids flew out as soon as the bell went off," she laughed but stopped when Louisa's face was still insipid. "Uh, have you checked the restrooms? Or perhaps someone from the family must have picked her up." She didn't know or assign anyone to pick Gianna up. Zaphrina was under house arrest, Marley around that t
"You're ridiculous, you're fucking ridiculous, Conrad." "What is it this time?" A woman in black and red ombre hair tossed a phone to the dark red-haired man. "Who is she? You've been texting her since three days ago, isn't it?" Conrad opened his mouth to speak. "You can't lie to me because the proof is right there in your phone, so tell me the truth." The woman yelled. "Come on, Jenny, she's my coworker and nothing more." "You call your coworker sweet names?" Conrad gently approached Jennifer as a zookeeper will do to an escaped Leopard. "I swear, there's nothing going on between her and me. It happens that we call each other sweet names but there's nothing more to it, believe me." He tried to touch her but was yelled at in return, "don't touch me. You're a bloody liar, Conrad." She pushed him to run downstairs. "Jenny," Conrad called behind her, "Je...Jenny, hear me out." "Don't follow me, Conrad, don't talk to me