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Too Close To Handle
Too Close To Handle
Author: Fleurdelis

Girl's Wish

Author: Fleurdelis
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-02 08:34:00

Amazed, Abigail gazed at the cruise ship standing before her. She could hardly believe that, after three months of saving her salary, her dream of marrying the man she loved most was about to come true. The events seemed to unfold too quickly, but she was ecstatic that her dream was becoming a reality. Ever since graduating from college, her only aspirations were to secure a stable job, which she achieved as an office clerk at Ulrick Group, and to find a partner to marry eventually.

Upon joining the Ulrick Company, Abigail felt a wave of fear, questioning her ability to socialize due to her introverted nature. As a country girl stepping into the corporate world, she faced a daunting challenge. Despite her shyness and reserved demeanor, she discovered joy in her duties, cheerfully buying coffee for colleagues, photocopying documents, working late, and assisting with her coworkers' tasks.

Working at the company became easier for Abigail, especially after meeting James Ulrick, the son of one of the Ulrick Group's presidents, now serving as the operations manager at their branch. James treated her kindly, showing concern beyond a typical employer-employee relationship. He was affectionate, waiting for her to have lunch or when she worked overtime, giving her the impression he was always there for her. His kindness drew her closer, and she quickly fell for him, eventually falling in love.

What she appreciated most about James was his respect for her. He knew it was her first time in a relationship and showed immense patience. He accompanied her even when they stayed late at the office, despite being treated like an errand runner by other employees. James was the only man who treated her as an equal, not just an ordinary office clerk, which deepened her love for him. Throughout their three-month relationship, James often shared his wish to marry her.

"Your job title doesn't matter to me; in my heart, we're equals, and my love for you is the deepest," he would frequently tell her. 

However, James explained that he couldn't propose yet because of the new company president. Edward Ulrick, his uncle, was putting pressure on their family, refusing to give them a single cent. They had to earn their own living. James revealed that his uncle showed little concern for them, as they were considered the second family. 

He also shared that his father was the first son of Edward's father from his first marriage, while Edward was the son of the second wife and the legitimate heir to the Ulrick Group, granting him more authority.

Abigail believed in James's sincere intentions towards her. Knowing he treats her well, she decides to save up and propose marriage to James herself. Coincidentally, a cruise ship was offering a limited deal for couples wanting to wed this Christmas season. It was a holiday promotion for lovers, as their slogan went. Upon seeing this, Abigail didn't hesitate. Even though it was a group wedding, the ceremony promised to be solemn, and after all, who wouldn't want to get married on a cruise? It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Abigail couldn't hide her joy as she boarded the cruise ship. She and James had agreed to meet there. They have their own cabin. After the wedding, they can continue their honeymoon on the cruise. For those getting married, the cruise offers a complimentary venue and reception. They will also enjoy a two-day stay on the cruise ship as it sails. The cruise ship has a restaurant, casino, and bar. The group wedding will take place in the cruise's function hall.

"Where are you?" Abigail asked James. She called him while inside the Function Hall. When she answered her cell phone, she stepped out of the hall to avoid disturbing others.

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit," said the young woman as she hung up her phone. From the other end of the line, James told her that he was at the cruise's restaurant. He had just arrived, slightly delayed because his Uncle Edward had given him several tasks. He mentioned that he almost didn't make it due to the numerous errands Uncle Edward had assigned him.

In James' stories, he depicted his Uncle Edward as the most malevolent member of his family. He always gets what he wants, and if they don't comply, they risk losing everything. She has never personally met Uncle Edward, as he never visits their branch. She only hears about him from the employees, and the way they describe him paints him as a major disaster. She feels apprehensive about meeting him due to the daunting descriptions she has heard.

When Abigail arrived at the restaurant, her eyes immediately began searching for James. It wasn't long before she spotted him at a table, engaged in conversation with a young woman. She found herself momentarily staring at the pair, noticing James' broad smile, which seemed to reflect his enjoyment in the company of the lady, who appeared equally engaged. Abigail's gaze then shifted to the woman's sophisticated attire, and by comparison, she contemplated the stark contrast to her own outfit.

She knew that James had told her before that he didn't care about her appearance or what she wore. "I like you just as you are," he had said. That's why she quickly took a liking to him; he didn't judge her based on her looks. She felt that James truly liked her for who she was.

Abigail subtly removed her glasses. Approaching the two, she couldn't afford to look like their maid. Her attire was simple enough, and with glasses, she would appear as a nerdy assistant. The sophistication of James' companion's dress, as well as James' own high-end clothing, intimidated her. She felt dwarfed by their presence, yet she couldn't just stand there.

"Abby!" the girl accompanying James cheerfully called out and waved at her. The girl squinted her eyes to get a better look at the face, unable to recognize the girl from where she stood.

"What are you doing just standing there?" said the girl as she approached her. It was only when she came closer that she recognized the face of her friend.

"Put on your glasses. You know you can't see well without them," the girl said as she handed the glasses to Abigail.

"I am not blind, you know," Abigail replied simply.

"I know," the girl responded. Once Abigail had put on her glasses, she looked up at the woman standing before her.

"Tiffany?" Abigail exclaimed in surprise upon recognizing the girl.

"It's me. How have you been? It's been so long since we've seen each other. We haven't met since we graduated from college. I guess we've both been busy with our jobs," she said to her, and quickly hugged Abigail. The young woman couldn't react due to the sheer surprise.

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  • Too Close To Handle   The kiss of eternity, woven in red

    The girl drew a steadying breath before placing her trembling fingers in Abigail’s. Together, they walked toward the bustling backstage, where models, assistants, and designers hurried about in a storm of sequins, fabric, and nerves.“Abigail! Where have you been?” Chloe’s sharp voice cut through the noise. She strode toward them, irritation plain on her face, but stopped short when she saw the girl beside Abigail wearing the Scarlet Promise choker. Her eyes narrowed.“Well, well,” Chloe murmured, her tone dripping with mockery. “Since when did you become the assistant of our little mystery designer? And this”—she flicked her gaze over the girl—“this is the best model they could find? How fitting. No name. No presence. Just as forgettable as the one she represents.”The girl stiffened, eyes dropping to the floor. Abigail tightened her grip on her hand, stepping slightly in front of her.

  • Too Close To Handle   I can turn the pages of my own story

    “Wear my design?” Abigail whispered under her breath, her face paling.No one here knew that she was the mysterious designer behind the pseudonym Roselune. And certainly no one had told her that the final phase required each design to be worn like a fashion show. She had no model prepared—no time left to find one.The girl beside her noticed. “Are you alright?” she asked softly, adjusting her thick glasses. Her voice trembled at the sight of Abigail’s unease.Abigail turned to her, studying her closely—the frizzy curls, the awkward stance, the way her large glasses framed eyes that were far too beautiful to be hidden. Something about the girl struck her like a memory of her own younger self, bullied and overlooked.“I need to ask you a favor,” Abigail said suddenly, gripping the girl’s hand.“Me?” The girl’s eyes widened. “I don’t think—”

  • Too Close To Handle   She wasn’t invisible to him

    Abigail was about to step into the function hall, satisfied that no more guests were arriving, when movement near the entrance caught her eye.A young girl, no older than fifteen, was cornered by two boys her age. They circled her like predators, their mocking laughter carrying in the night air. The girl clutched a small purse to her chest, her shoulders hunched as if she could fold herself out of existence. Thick glasses slipped down her nose, and her wild, curly hair only gave the boys more ammunition.“Look at her,” one jeered, tugging at a curl and letting it snap back. “She looks like she stuck her finger in a socket!”The other snickered and pushed her lightly on the shoulder so she stumbled back. “Nerd. Did you borrow your grandmother’s glasses for tonight?”The girl’s lips trembled, but she said nothing. Her fists clenched around her purse strap, knuckles white, as she stared at the ground.Ab

  • Too Close To Handle   I will only have eyes for her

    “What are you all doing here?” Edward’s voice cut through the crowd as he entered with Roen at his side. Heads turned instantly, including those of several curious guests. His presence was undeniable—confident, magnetic—and in the sharp lines of his suit, he looked every bit the man who commanded attention.“You finally showed up,” Laylah exclaimed, her eyes blazing. “Look at you—so polished, so handsome—while your wife is left here greeting strangers. What on earth are you thinking, Edward? And making her Chloe’s secretary? Have you completely lost your mind?”“Laylah—” Abigail murmured, gently grasping her arm to calm her.Edward didn’t flinch. His expression remained composed, as though he had expected this confrontation the moment Laylah discovered Chloe was back.“No, don’t stop me,” Laylah snapped, shaking her head. “This man needs

  • Too Close To Handle   I’m not blind to the history they share

    “Ms. Parker, your designs and the overall concept of this gala are simply stunning. Clearly, a lot of thought went into it.”A journalist approached Chloe, who was busy greeting guests with effortless grace.The Ulrick Jewels Gala had drawn prominent businessmen, reporters, and socialites alike. Everyone was captivated by the shimmering displays, the evening resembling more an exhibition than a celebration.Every entry from the design competition, starting from the preliminary rounds, was presented for the guests. The ten finalist pieces, dazzling under the lights, commanded the center stage.“These designs prove, without a shadow of doubt, that Ulrick’s employees are truly top-notch,” the journalist added.Chloe offered a practiced smile, radiant yet measured.“I imagine tonight will be very interesting,” he said.“Of course. Please, look forward to it,” Chloe replied smoothly.

  • Too Close To Handle   The reason I could finally recognize real love

    “Edward.”The soft murmur drew him from the haze of exhaustion. His head had been resting against the edge of her bed, his hand still clasped around hers. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep there, but after days of silence, of watching her from afar, it was the only way he could bear to stay close.Abigail blinked, disoriented at first, then saw him—her husband, head bowed beside her, fingers wrapped tightly around her own. A week had passed without seeing him. He hadn’t called, hadn’t asked about her health, hadn’t cared if she was eating. He’d vanished into his so-called business trip, leaving her to collapse before he finally came back.“Edward,” she whispered again, lifting her free hand toward his hair. But she froze when his eyes snapped open and met hers. For a heartbeat, they just stared, breath caught in the fragile silence between them.Then Edward straightened, withdrawing his hand as if he’d been caught.“What were you thinking?” His voice cracked with anger and fear. “Starvin

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