Veil was distraught for the rest of the day, as every moment kept popping up in her head. She kept thinking there was something she could possibly do, even though Anders had told her to do nothing. But how could he expect her to just stay still and watch everything go by from a corner? If Sophia hadn't bothered knocking before walking through those doors, Veil would have been in a different type of trouble. Or maybe Sophia knew and was only pulling her legs. With a start, Veil realized that she had been working on the same page of a contract for the past thirty minutes and had made absolutely no change to it. "I think I'm going insane," Veil muttered to herself as she leaned against the headrest, closing her eyes. She could feel a migraine coming along and didn't think she could work in that condition. Veil could remember the day she got the invitation for an interview at Kingston Group. She had been so happy that she would finally be able to work somewhere as prestigious as KG,
Veil asked the windows to be rolled down and she reveled in the feeling of the cold air caressing her face. She put her hands outside the car, her fingertips having an alluring tug with the air. Veil was in control more than half the time, but it made her only feel worse.Withdrawing her hand, she sank into the seat, thinking about how difficult it was to be the driver of her life in real-time. She was in a tug with the cosmos, yet it kept flinging her in every direction. First, it was her father who had fallen ill at a moment when everything wasn't rosy, then her hunt for a job that almost took a whole year.“Where's your mind at, Veil?” Orleans’ voice fleeced over to her and she shook her head subtly.“It's just one of those days,” she breathed, sinking further into the seat.“Is it your boss again?”“No,” Veil answered, shaking her head. Although it was indisputable that Anders was a lot of things, she couldn't pin this on him. In fact, he had made things a tad better for her by en
Anders brought his car to a halt in front of Sophia's house, and for the umpteenth time, he wondered why he had agreed to do this. Spending the night going through the update report on the construction site sure was a better way to spend the night, rather than being cooped up in here with the idea of a marriage hanging over his head.One that he surely didn't want.He was late, and intentionally so. Anders had spent over an hour walking through his entire house, looking for an excuse to bail out on the dinner. He knew exactly how tonight was going to go and dreaded it. How was he supposed to act love-struck when all of him needed to check if Veil was okay?As Anders stepped out of the car, the doors to the entrance were pulled open and Sophia walked out of them with her head high. She looked great tonight, with a blood-red dress that hung right above her knees, and her hair down in ringlets. She had on a pair of black heels that looked pretty uncomfortable, but trust Sophia to strut i
“Are the lights dancing?” Veil's speech sounded slurry, and she thought she was going to topple right off the chair. She couldn’t remember how many shots she had had, and Orleans wasn’t really keeping count either. “You’re just drunk, Veil,” Orleans chuckled, his shoulders moving along with the sound. He felt the tension of the week leave his bones, and he relaxed on one hand, leaning on the table. “No,” Veil shook her head. “Can’t you see it? The lights are … they are hopping now? Is it salsa? Maybe ballet.”“You sound so convincing that if I didn’t know better, I would have believed you immediately,” Orleans said. “Should we try something fun?”“What are you thinking?” Veil grinned at him. “Another … round of shots? I’m sure … I can down it … without the lime. Wanna see it?”“We should take a drive around town,” Orleans suggested, his eyes sparkling. “My car is a convertible, so we can feel the wind on our faces. We could add music to it and belt it out loudly into the night. What
Time seemed to be taking all year to go by because even though it felt like hours already to Anders, they had only started on the second course. He thought he could really use some quiet right now, but it would be impolite to ask to use the restroom, considering the fact that he had done that a few minutes ago. Anders felt Sophia’s hands on his thighs again, but he didn’t try to shake her off this time. Not with her father’s eyes fixed on him. “You both seem to have gotten closer,” he commented, still watching them intently. “Don’t you think it’s time for an announcement?”Anders almost choked on the food, and he grabbed the glass of juice, taking his time to down half the cup’s content before looking up at the President. “Er…I think it’s best we take our time.” He didn’t need to look at Sophia to know she thought the exact opposite. “Nonsense!” The president’s wife asserted at once. “There’s nothing like taking one's time where you both are concerned. You’ve been friends since you
The chatter from the living room seemed to slowly cease, silence seeping into the cracks. They paid rapt attention to the unsaid words, to the expression on Anders’ face, and to the fact that he had his eyes suddenly glued to the door, more determined than it had been all evening. Anders’ mother had noticed, even though she had chosen to say nothing. She knew her son enough to realize that there was something intense going on in his life, or at least, something that bore the similitude of intensity. He had never really enjoyed these dinners, but he tried to act like he did. Anders was always the one with the polite smile, the subtle glances as Sophia, the courteous conversation starter, the joker. He played everything by the book, even though deep down, he counted the hours until he could return home. But tonight, everything was different. He needed to be out of there as fast as possible. His whole being was outside those doors, and no one could keep him in there. Anders’ mother a
“Orleans?” Anders tried to make it sound casual, even though every part of him had suddenly become hot. A muscle worked in his jaw as he looked at her, waiting for a response.Veil nodded, her head bobbing up and down the window. “The cop didn’t tell me when he left.”“He was in the station with you?”Veil sighed and slumped into the seat. “When are we going to get there?” she said. “June must be so worried. I want a burger.”Her thoughts were all over the place, and Anders found it adorable. But he couldn’t ignore the fact that Orleans had somehow played a role in getting her to the station, yet had left her there. “How did you end up at the station?”“Orleans was going too fast,” she muttered. “He was trying to sing the song, and then the cops asked us to stop. The lights were blinding and they hurt my eyes.”“That’s because you have been drinking too much,” Anders muttered, rolling his eyes. “And Orleans? Was he drunk too?”Veil shrugged and looked at him. “I don’t know.”“You don
When Veil was younger, she had a toy she always wanted to play with. Even when it got old and ragged, taking it away was the hardest thing. Her mother had once hidden it under a pile of clothing, and Veil had cried every day, unable to sleep without it. But one day, when everyone had forgotten about it, Veil had been sorting out the pile of clothing when she discovered it at the end. She had felt excitement coarse through her bones as she held it in her hands. It was like the first time her father had brought it over during dinner. Her lips parted slightly as she gazed up at it, feeling all her worries melt away. All the sleepless nights seemed worthwhile for that moment, and if Veil had been given the opportunity to lose the toy all over again, she would have. It felt the same with Anders, his lips tugging at hers, probing her open. Veil gasped into his mouth and felt all her worries melt into that one moment. Perhaps, it was the alcohol increasing her feelings, but Veil knew