“Gray?” uttered a bemused Sarah Lewis. “But I thought you just woke up? Is it alright for you to walk around already? Wait, did you get a haircut? You dyed your hair black too.”
“Did you just mistake me for that woman?” scowled Azriel at her then after he wore his glasses, he pulled on Elreese’s hands wrapped around him. “And get this little creature away from me.” He gently pushed the little girl toward her. “And aren’t you Sasha Neuman? According to my data, you supposedly died three years ago because of an imprudent drunk driver.”
“Dead?” giggled Sarah and pointed at herself. “I’m Sarah Lewis, remember? Did you forget about me?” She took back the glasses on Elreese’s hand and wore it. “Or…” She hesitated as she finally got a clear vision of the person in front of her. “Are you not Gray? I don’t think I’ve seen you wear glasses before.”
Sarah finally met the twin! How bad of Azriel to call his twin rotten potato tho hahahah
Azriel Stewart continued searching for his phone under the bed. “So, you’re actually a twin?” uttered Sarah Lewis as she approached him. “That’s so cute.” He turned to face her with annoyance flitted across his face. “Yes, I am,” he said. “And no, it’s not.” He stood up from squatting down the floor. “What about you?” “Yes?” she confusedly asked. “What about me?” “You have an uncanny resemblance to Sasha Neuman. Are you a twin, too?” he dryly asked. Gray, on the other hand, who was secretly listening in on their conversation with her eyes shut could not help but flinch her face in irritation. “Shut your mouth, Az!” she thought to herself.
Approximately an hour had passed since Edward went to work and Zia Scott refused to move even an inch from the couch. She had already read through the two magazines on the table, and was planning to read them again from the first page as long as she wouldn’t have to deal with Azriel. Azriel, on the other hand, also hadn’t moved from the armchair beside the bed. She wanted to talk with the sleeping Gray but with him hogging the chair, she couldn’t do it. Plus, with other people inside, she had to stay on her guard and keep pretending like a child. It was silent. Even Dillon who had been given permission to sit had not uttered even a single sigh. He had just been staring at who knows what. And even if she could only see the back of Azriel’s head from where she was, she was certain he was also pretty much staring at something too.
“Here’s Salade d’asperges de saison for the gentleman,” says the waiter as he put down a plate of what looked like a typical green salad in front of Airol. “It has La ratte potato ‘gaufrettes,’dandelion greens, pickled spring onions, and ‘gribiche’.'" Then, he set another plate with what looked like soup with black pearls in front of Zia sitting across from Airol. “And Oysters and Pearls for the young lady.” The waiter smiled at her. “A ‘sabayon’of pearl tapioca with island creek oysters and sterling white sturgeon caviar.” Zia’s eyes widened to what he said as she stared at her plate, unable to even lift her utensil, afraid she would tarnish it. “C-caviar?!” she thought to herself as she gulped nervously. “I haven’t even come to this fancy restaurant with Edward yet. This is, like, the most expensive restaurant in the c
“Mmmmphhmmm,” uttered Gray Stewart under the pillow as she continued to resist. She grabbed the man’s wrists with her hands but in her state, she could barely inflict pain to the man’s bulky arms. “Damn it!” she thought to herself. “This is the lamest way to die! I was better off dying after getting dramatically shot at that rotting factory.” Realizing that she could never outpower the man, she pulled the needle from the back of her left hand---a skill she executed for the third time already and would definitely invite the nurse’s nagging again given she would survive the long night. After successfully pulling out the needle, she stabbed the man somewhere on his body that she had no idea of knowing, because her face was buried under the pillow, and would sooner be buried 6 feet underground if she wouldn’t be able
“So, where do you plan to go now that you’re a free man, young one,” intoned Zia Scott with the deepest tone she could omit as she emptied the bottommost drawer of the cabinet across from Gray’s hospital bed. “Let’s see,” replied Gray all the while sitting up on the bed and folding her blanket. “I’m thinking of going to the most extreme amusement park and ride all the attractions, none spared, parole officer,” she said dryly with not one bit of excitement in her expressions. Zia promptly turned around to face her. “You know you can’t go anywhere yet! You’re finally leaving the hospital after 15 days, but the doctor said you still have to stay home and observe the progress of your wounds for a week before coming back for a follow-up consultation,” she noted. “Then, why did you even ask?” grunted Gray. After neatly
“Your mother?!” exclaimed the evidently surprised Zia Scott, looking up at the woman by the door. “Excuse me?” asked the seemingly bemused woman as she glanced at the little girl. Then, she dragged her eyes to look at Gray. “How may I help you?” “Y-you’re,” stammered Gray, her eyes quivering with confusion. “Where’s Amanda Corbett?” The woman put her palm on her chest. “I amAmanda Corbett. Do I know you?” Even with her name verified, Gray was still having a hard time believing. The woman just had a very close resemblance to a woman that once shunned her. She may have not seen that woman for over five years already, but she figured that’s how the wrinkles and age spots would find her face right now. “N-no,”
“Who are you?” asked an utterly bemused Zia. Amanda shifted her glance at Gray who was also waiting for whatever answer she had in store. Her eyes swiveled between the two. “How come you have a picture with our mom’s? Zia asked once more. Amanda gave them a sweet smile. She put the box on the floor and took the photo. “We were best friends.” She walked past them and settled down on the couch. “We were friends, the four of us, back in high school.” She glanced at them. Gray and Zia shared a confused glance then they also decided to sit around the table. Zia hopped on the couch, sitting beside Amanda while Gray was on a chair, just beside where Amanda left the box. “You and Alexandra really look alike in this photo,” said
“They were lovers?” repeated Zia for clarification. “Yes…” Amanda paused and glanced at Gray. “Are you okay hearing this, dear? I mean, if you’re uncomfortable—” “No, do continue,” intercepted Gray. “I’m intrigued.” “Okay,” said Amanda. “But first,” she rose from the couch. “I’ll go get you girls something to drink. What do you want, juice, coffee?” Zia raised her hand. “Sophia wants juice!” “Juice for the little lady…” Amanda glanced at Gray. “I’ll go with juice, too, thanks,” said Gray. As soon as Amanda was out of the living room, Zia eyed her. “Isn’t it freaky?!”