“How about lunch with me?” Abigail coaxed on Friday morning just before the girl's parents' driver picked her up to take her to school.
“Ask your driver to take you to my office. I don't want to pick you up from school.” Claire replied. “Okay.” Abigail replied briefly and then their routine began. “We've been waiting for you in the lobby. When are you coming down?” Abigail's voice came from Claire's cell phone. “We?” Claire asked a little surprised. She didn't remember her niece saying she was inviting someone else to lunch this morning. But Claire could guess who her niece had brought. “Yes, me and Flavia.” Abigail replied as Claire had expected. “Alright. Wait a moment.” Claire replied as she rolled her eyes. “Is there a problem?” Asked Bella who shifted her chair closer to Claire's desk. “Abigail.” Claire said as she took her purse from inside her bag. “Your mom still hasn't returned?” Asked Bella curiously. Claire shrugged her shoulders with a scowling expression. “She wanted to extend her vacation. And my older brother decided to extend his vacation too.” Claire complained irritably. “Are you jealous? Then apply for a leave of absence. Go traveling. You're not as poor as me. A vacation abroad won't make you poor.” Bella suggested in a mocking tone that made Claire tap her best friend on the shoulder. They walked together towards the elevator. “Or is the real reason you're getting tired of taking care of Abigail?” “Let's just say that.” Claire replied which made Bella roll her eyes. “I'm tired of her nature. Sometimes I feel like I'm the niece and she's the aunt, not the other way around.” Said Claire which made Bella laugh. “Yeah, I guess I know where her controlling and perfectionist attitude comes from.” Bella quipped which made Claire glare. “Besides, you're lucky to be entrusted with Abigail who has grown up. What if it was your baby niece?” “For God's sake, then I should bring her to the office and breastfeed her here, do you think?” Asked Claire with an incredulous expression. Bella replied with a nod of her head. “Of course I'll refuse if it's a baby. I don't want the hassle of taking care of its crying and diapers.” Her snort was harsh. Bella laughed again. “Why don't you want to deal with those two things?” “Crying babies annoy me. And changing diapers...” Claire imagined how it used to be when she was asked to look after little Abigail. “I guess I don't want to think about that for now.” Claire replied with a shudder of horror. “Didn't your mother tell you to get married soon? Her asking that means she's asking you to give her grandchildren soon.” Bella returned to the topic that she knew was very sensitive for Claire. “I'm still only twenty-five. Getting married is at the very back of my life plan.” Claire replied curtly. “If your mom knew that our CEO was single, I think she would have tried all sorts of ways to make you guys go on a blind date.” Said Bella who more or less understood Claire's mother's character. “No, no. Widower is not in my mom's dictionary.” Claire answered boldly because there were only two of them in the elevator. “Especially widowers who already have children. My mom is very anti.” She said again. “Why?” “Because of one and two things.” Claire answered ambiguously. “If he wasn't a widower and if he didn't have children, would you want him?” Bella again provoked an answer. Claire glanced back at her best friend and rolled her eyes again. “You think I'm the Cinderella that the prince is going to marry?” Claire replied with a sneer. “Don't try to reach too high. When you fall, it will hurt a lot.” “Then what kind of husband do you want?” “I don't know, maybe the kind of husband my mom would want.” Bella looked at her best friend with one eyebrow raised. “Who's getting married? You or your mom?” Bella asked in a mocking tone. “You're getting married, why is your mom deciding what your future husband should be like?” “Just so there won't be any commotion afterward.” Claire replied with a lopsided smile. “For me personally, I just need a man who loves me and is willing to fight for me.” A faint smile spread across Claire's face just as the elevator doors opened and a figure they had not expected to see appeared there. A beautiful woman with a tall, slender body and a wafting perfume smiled at them. Her expensive mauve dress waved softly as she stepped out of the elevator. “Sorry.” She said holding the elevator open. “Which room is Antony in?” She asked kindly. Bella was stunned for a split second before glancing at Claire. “Antony?” She tried to confirm her hearing. “Yes. Antony Quirino.” She continued with a meaningful smile. “You just walk straight. At the end there's a turn, you can take a right.” Claire gave directions which were answered with a nod and a murmur of thanks from the elegant woman. “S-She’s Anastasia? That model? Our company's BA?” Bella whispered very quietly while her eyes could not escape watching Anastasia's retreating steps. “She's very beautiful. You're right, God matches people according to their caste. We are not Cinderella who can marry a prince. Especially if our rival is a supermodel who is the target of men.” She said sadly. Claire could only shake her head at her best friend's words. They arrived at the first floor and were greeted by ‘twins’ with different parents who were sitting on the sofa in the waiting room looking at their cell phones. “Did you guys wait long?” Asked Claire, distracting the two from the cell phone screen. “Aunty!” Abigail exclaimed as excited as ever. “Not too long. We can understand that employees like you are busy, and don't have as much free time as we do.” Abigail's reply sounded like sarcasm to Claire's ears. “Hello Aunty B, long time no see. You look even more beautiful.” Abigail teased which made Bella roll her eyes. “My friend, Flavia.” Abigail introduced. “I don't know if it's a compliment or an insinuation that I look older in your eyes.” Bella replied with an ungracious snort that made Abigail giggle. “It's a compliment. I mean it.” Abigail's comment was still answered with a sneer by Bella. “Are you going to join us for lunch?” “No, I'm not. I already have a lunch appointment with someone else.” She replied which was met with a probing look by Abigail. “Another date?” Abigail's question sounded more like an accusation. “Secret.” She replied and walked away, waving goodbye. Just as Abigail was about to ask her aunt about her conjecture, Claire raised her hand first and asked her niece to be quiet. “Where are we having lunch?” Abigail asked at last. “I see that the restaurant in front of this building has delicious food.” “Alright, let's go there.” Claire replied to which the two young girls standing on her left and right nodded in response. Meanwhile, in the office. The sound of the door opening distracted Antony from the document he was reading. His forehead furrowed deeply and let's say he was stunned when a beautiful woman with a beautiful body walked into his room without excuse while smiling sweetly. “Hi, long time no see.” She greeted him and walked closer towards Antony's desk. But three steps towards the table, Antony raised his hand to silently ask her to stop walking. Anastasia frowned, but she couldn't help but stop walking and chose to sit on a nearby sofa to relieve the embarrassment of Antony's rejection. “What's wrong? Why did you come here?” Antony asked in a flat tone. “I came because I missed you. Don't you miss me?” Asked the woman in a sulking tone as if Antony's question was her opportunity to express her feelings. “Have you forgotten that our relationship is not in the context of missing each other?” Antony still asked in his flat tone. Hearing Antony's response to her presence, Anastasia frowned. Deep in her heart she knew her position, that she was just an actress in the man's entertainment company as well as during this time she was used as Antony's pretend lover. But after Antony's polite and warm attitude so far, isn't it wrong that Anastasia thinks Antony has more feelings for her and she also hopes that their relationship can become even more intense? And after all this time of warm treatment from Antony, honestly Anastasia was quite shocked by Antony's current cold reception. “Why are you talking like that?” Anastasia was still trying to sulk. “Even though I deliberately came here immediately after I returned from Hong Kong.” She said in the hope that Antony would persuade her. Antony raised one eyebrow. Anastasia finally gave in. The beautiful woman then shrugged her shoulders with an indifferent face. “When I heard you were moving your office temporarily to Kansas, I thought that as a good 'lover' I should support you by appearing in front of people so that everyone here would also know what our relationship is like so that no nosy women would chase you like you wanted all this time. Like we did before.” The woman said again with her heart in her throat because she realized that her position as a shield with the title 'lover' would never change. Anastasia was not a stupid and heartless woman. As a normal woman, being with the handsome, dashing and wealthy Antony Quirino too often would certainly make her fall in love for real. But instead, Antony Quirino didn't seem to have the same thoughts or feelings as her. Antony rubbed his temple with his index finger. The man leaned his back on the chair. “I think we should end this 'boyfriend-girlfriend' game now.” Antony's words were like a grenade that exploded right in front of Anastasia. No, Anastasia did not want her relationship with Antony to end. Even if it was just an act, she believed that she could still win his heart and make him hers. “Why?” Anastasia asked with an innocent expression. At least if Antony wanted this to end, he should know why. If he had another woman in mind, then Anastasia should try to get rid of him. “Because it's time.” Antony replied still in his flat tone. “Do you have another woman?” Asked Anastasia trying to suppress her jealousy. “It has nothing to do with you.” Antony replied coldly. “So, our business is done?” Asked Antony for decisiveness. Anastasia shrugged her shoulders. “As long as it doesn't affect my contract in Kralligimiz, I have no problem.” Anastasia replied acting casual when all she wanted was for Antony to give her an answer. “Your contract won't be a problem as long as you keep your mouth shut about our agreement. If at any time word gets out about our 'past relationship', then you know what I can do.” Antony replied with a hint of threat that honestly gave Anastasia goosebumps. “Sure. I'm a person who is good at keeping secrets. You've proven it all along.” Anastasia replied with a sweet smile. “Is there another problem?” Antony asked when Anastasia didn't get up from her seat. Anastasia clearly understood the subtle suggestion. “Well, since I have another photo shoot in this area, I'll take my leave.” Anastasia got up from her seat and tried to act casual. “I don't see Altezza, where is he?” She asked curiously. As far as Anastasia knew, for as long as she had known the two cousins, it was Altezza who was usually seen everywhere. Not Antony. “He's on leave.” Antony replied briefly. “In that case, give him my regards.” Anastasia said as she stepped towards the door. Right inside her car, Anastasia's frustration boiled over. She screamed loudly as she hit the steering wheel. “Damn Antony!” She said angrily. It was lucky she was alone, otherwise Anastasia would have made a fool of herself. Now her hopes of becoming Mrs. Quirino were completely dashed. 'What am I lacking?' Anastasia asked herself. 'And who made Antony decide to stop making me his pretend lover?' She continued silently as she fixed her makeup. 'Is that bitch prettier than me?' she asked squinting. 'Or is that bitch from a rich family that Antony thinks is worthy of a new companion?' Anastasia's mind was still racing. 'I can't lose. Once I know who's taking my place, I'll make sure she steps down voluntarily. If not, then I'll make her resign by force. See, my retaliation will be more painful for that bitch. Just watch.' Anastasia threatened as she drove her car out of Antony's office. Anastasia. The beautiful model under Kralligimiz - Antony's production house managed by his mother - had been Antony's 'contract girlfriend' for the past two years. Their meeting began when Antony and Altezza attended the hotel opening party of one of his business partners where Anastasia, who had just been appointed as his company's Brand Ambassador, was also present. At that time Antony did not have any crazy ideas until a condition made him make her his 'pretend girlfriend'. However, time seems to have made the woman too deep into her role and thinks Antony is really interested in her and wants her to be his real girlfriend. Unfortunately, Antony had no such intentions at all. Altezza had often asked Antony to stop everything because Altezza felt that Anastasia had a 'Princess Complex' disorder and Altezza did not want Anastasia to create problems for them in the future. But Antony never listened to her. Antony needed Anastasia as a shield, and Anastasia needed Antony to stay afloat with his career. They both benefited from each other until Antony began to notice changes in Anastasia who began to like physical touch in public places and tended to be possessive which when Antony rebuked her, she argued that it was a normal attitude that should be shown by a lover. At first Antony didn't care about any of that until he met Claire in the elevator the other day. Finally Antony-for the first time in thirteen years-is attracted to a woman. And it's Claire. So to get Claire, Antony must stop his drama with Anastasia. Antony didn't want any misunderstandings. He could see Claire's accusing gaze when she saw how aggressive Anastasia was in the elevator that day. Although he was also to blame for letting Anastasia touch him just to find out if she had any interest in him like he had in her. But making the girl 'guess' turned out to be the wrong move because Claire's mindset turned out to be that nonchalant. Like a weapon, Antony's plan to make Claire glance at him now makes the girl seem to dislike him and think of Antony as an asshole. Antony doesn't want Anastasia to be an obstacle for him to get close to Claire or to rekindle his relationship with Flavia. If Antony wants his relationship with Flavia to improve, then he must keep Anastasia away because in fact after Antony investigates, Anastasia knows someone who makes Antony stay away from Flavia. Yes, Anastasia knows who Flavia's biological mother is.Flavia returned home with Abigail on Friday afternoon with the intention of picking up a change of clothes for the weekend. But the two were surprised by the presence of a beautiful woman sitting on the Quirino family's living room sofa with a magazine on her lap. She looked more like a relaxing homeowner than a guest. Seeing Flavia and Abigail's arrival, the woman wearing a sexy mauve dress put down her magazine and immediately got up from her seat. “Who are you?” Abigail asked with a suspicious look. The woman gave Abigail a quick glance and then looked at Flavia. “You, must be Flavia.” She said without hesitation. Flavia looked at the woman in front of her skeptically and then nodded her head. “Hi, I'm Anastasia.” She said, extending her hand. “You, Uncle Antony's girlfriend?” Abigail asked on behalf of Flavia who seemed reluctant to accept the woman's hand. “You know me?” Anastasia looked back at Abigail with a shocked expression. “No, I don't. I was just guessing.” Abigail
Long after they had done their work in Flavia's room, the two teenagers finally got up and planned to leave. As they descended to the first floor, Antony entered the house. "Are you guys leaving?" Antony asked with his eyebrows knitted together. Flavia and Abigail nodded their heads together. "Where are you going?" He asked again."I'm going to Abby's house to get her clothes and after that we're going to Aunt Claire's." Flavia explained. "I'll take you." Antony offered, but the two teenagers shook their heads together."No need, Uncle. We'll just walk. My house is not far from here." Abigail refused gently."Then how will you go to Claire's house?" Antony asked again."I'll ask Uncle G to take me." Abigail replied.Antony frowned. 'Uncle G again, Uncle G again. Who is this Uncle G that Abigail mentioned?" Antony wondered to himself. But he couldn't possibly ask the two teenagers directly in front of him.Antony still stood where he was as he watched the two teenagers walk away. He
Antony is not a picky eater. Korean, Japanese, Italian or any other type of food, he can consume well. But this time. It wasn't the food that he couldn't enjoy, but the atmosphere.Seeing Claire and Uncle G giving each other attention made his appetite disappear. All the food that his daughter and her best friend ate with gusto just tasted bland in Antony's mouth.But without Antony realizing it, there were two pairs of eyes that had been watching his movements and trying to hold back his smile. Yes, those gazes came from Abigail and her uncle."I've known Flavia for quite some time." Gladwin began to open his voice. "But this is the first time I've met Flavia's father." He continued in a friendly tone. But Antony chuckled inwardly. The man seemed to be trying to be friendly to him."Yes, I've been living in Manhattan all this time." Antony answered as he was. 'Uncle G' nodded slowly."No wonder then." He said again. "You work in Manhattan?" he asked flatly."Sir Antony is my boss." C
On Saturday morning, Abigail and Flavia were already pestering Claire with their plans."Anyway, we'll buy tickets first, then have lunch, watch a movie, go to the bookstore, and then we can go to the cafe to visit uncle Yudhis." Abigail detailed her plan. Claire who was drying clothes could only roll her eyes. "Anyway, today, we squeeze your cock." Abigail looked at Flavia with enthusiasm.Surprisingly, instead of getting angry, Flavia nodded enthusiastically."You guys, you keep talking. I have a headache. What time is it anyway? You haven't brushed your teeth. You haven't had breakfast. No shower." She grumbled as she went back down to the first floor in the backyard.Claire's drying area was indeed in the backyard. It was specially made next to a water reservoir that had a canopy installed as well. So there was no fear of getting caught in the rain even if Claire was not at home."I'll have some porridge in front of the compound for breakfast." She said."Hmm..." Claire replied fl
Antony led the two teenage girls out of Claire's restaurant. To be honest, he was quite surprised when he learned that his employee owned such a successful business. His mind was filled with questions, wondering why Claire continued working as an employee when her income as a restaurant owner was likely much higher. But maybe that was something Antony could ask later when they got closer.For now, he preferred to enjoy the moment, playing chaperone to the two teenage girls walking ahead of him, their eyes glued to their phones. Antony had already scolded them several times, reminding them to be careful and not trip, but they paid no attention to him, and eventually, Antony gave up.When they entered the bookstore, the two girls immediately headed toward the comics and novels section. Antony stayed close, concerned that they might pick out something inappropriate for their age. His ears perked up when he overheard them whispering about Claire."Do you think Uncle Yudhis is handsome?" A
Abigail glanced at Claire. "She always gets mad at us if we sit too close together," she said innocently."Why?" Antony asked again, intrigued."Because they're noisy," Claire replied flatly, as if she was used to sitting apart from the two teenagers.Claire walked ahead of Abigail and Flavia, then turned right toward her seat, while Abigail and Flavia sat in the left section.The film on the big screen was about a father and child struggling to escape from a zombie attack. However, Antony couldn't enjoy it at all because his nose was distracted by the sweet scent of Claire's body sitting next to him.Antony's hands were clenched tight as a self-defense reaction to keep himself from holding Claire's hand, which was very close to his own. Occasionally, the hair on his forearm accidentally brushed against Claire's smooth skin as they reached for the popcorn he had placed between them.For some reason, his head suddenly felt heavy on one side, and he always wanted to lean on Claire's sho
They had returned to Claire's house using her car, while Antony's car would later be picked up by his personal driver with the spare key that was at home.Before going back to the house, they stopped by a fast-food restaurant, and now they were enjoying their takeout meal in Claire's backyard along with a cold glass of cola.Claire looked refreshed after taking a shower and changing her clothes. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, which seemed to be her favorite, and cream-colored calf-length leggings.Among the women Antony knew, Claire was the only one who never cared about her appearance. Did that mean she didn't like him enough to bother with how she looked?Yes, Antony had heard that women usually put effort into their appearance when meeting a man they liked. But Claire always looked so casual—except for earlier that afternoon. Was she trying to catch the attention of that guy named Yudhis?For some reason, thinking about her appearance earlier that afternoon suddenly filled h
"It's not that I don't want to be your mom. Of course, I would love to have a beautiful and kind daughter like you," Claire replied, cupping Flavia's face with both hands. "Especially since you never cause trouble like your best friend over there." Claire playfully glanced at Abigail. "But just because I care for you and would love to have a daughter as wonderful as you in the future, it doesn't mean I 'have' to be your mom. And even if you like me, you can't force your dad to feel the same. Feelings can't be forced."I want to live like the main characters in the dramas I watch too, marrying a man who only loves me, who's crazy about me," Claire continued, making both Abigail and Flavia giggle. "But that's clearly not your dad.""So from now on, you need to accept the reality that your dad prefers Anastasia," Abigail chimed in, making Flavia frown and glare at her friend.Claire chuckled again, wrapping her arms around the shoulders of both teens and leading them away."As a good dau
The two teenagers turned their heads simultaneously towards the aisle as they saw an ominous aura spread around them. Moreover, people were now looking in the same direction. Where the woman Flavia and Abigail had not expected to see had just appeared."Why is that woman there?" Abigail whispered to her best friend.Flavia who had been engrossed in her digital camera and taking pictures was now holding it languidly. "I don't know." She replied innocently. She looked back at the photo produced by her hand, choosing to ignore Abigail and her suspicions."Shall we go closer to them?" Abigail asked in a challenged tone.Flavia raised her head again and looked at her best friend with a furrowed brow. As Abigail started to take a step, Flavia held her back by holding Abigail's arm tightly and shaking her head."No, Abby." She said.Instead, she pulled her best friend's hand to walk away from the reception room and left the hall by walking in the hotel's garden area to take some photos as a
"Full?" asked Claire with a furrowed brow.Antony deliberately re-emphasized his lower body so that Claire was wide-eyed. "You know what I mean, right?" Antony whispered in the girl's ear that inevitably made Claire shudder in horror.The man's lips teased her, starting to caress the side of her face so that she unconsciously looked up and gave him the opportunity to explore the slender recesses of her neck."Can I ask for my rights now?" he asked in a pleading tone.Claire shook her head."Why again now?" Antony asked in a whining tone."Your body stinks," Claire said as she wrinkled her nose. "Go take a shower." She ordered as she turned Antony around and pushed him into her room until he reached her bathroom.Antony wanted to resist, but seeing his wife's glare, he finally went in.What's wrong with his wife. Why is it so hard to conquer her? Instead of spending time kissing hot and wet, Claire pushed him into the shower. Antony had hoped they would move on to the next stage that h
"Those two women were the answer to my mother's prayers," she said, anger flaring in her voice.Antony was taken aback. "No, darling. Your mother's prayers will never be answered like that.""Alright, they did come with certain intentions. But can't you see me? To me, they are nobody. In my eyes, in my heart, in my mind, there is only Claire, Claire, and Claire. There's no other woman." Antony coaxed her in a soothing tone.Claire couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Don't sweet-talk me," she replied with a hint of amusement.Antony shook his head. He stepped closer to his wife. Claire still had her arms crossed over her chest, and to maintain some distance from him, she leaned her body back."I'm not sweet-talking you, darling. I'm speaking the truth. If only there were experts who could read my mind and heart, you could ask them. I'm sure they would tell you the truth. And if they lied, I would bribe them to say what I want them to say," Antony said again.Claire rolled her eyes. Ant
"Those two women were the answer to my mother's prayers," she said, anger flaring in her voice.Antony was taken aback. "No, darling. Your mother's prayers will never be answered like that.""Alright, they did come with certain intentions. But can't you see me? To me, they are nobody. In my eyes, in my heart, in my mind, there is only Claire, Claire, and Claire. There's no other woman." Antony coaxed her in a soothing tone.Claire couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Don't sweet-talk me," she replied with a hint of amusement.Antony shook his head. He stepped closer to his wife. Claire still had her arms crossed over her chest, and to maintain some distance from him, she leaned her body back."I'm not sweet-talking you, darling. I'm speaking the truth. If only there were experts who could read my mind and heart, you could ask them. I'm sure they would tell you the truth. And if they lied, I would bribe them to say what I want them to say," Antony said again.Claire rolled her eyes. Ant
Antony stopped his car outside Claire's house and unlocked the gate with the spare key he had kept for a long time.Claire's car hadn't moved from its spot. It was still there since the last time Antony visited his fiancée's home, before Claire's family took her back.Who knows? Maybe Claire could hear the gate opening or maybe not. But one thing was clear: his wife did not welcome him at all because Claire's house felt eerily silent.Was Gladwin playing a trick on him? Who knows if Claire was really back at her house.He opened the front door and stepped inside, greeting her. Once again, there was no response. When Antony noticed Claire's bedroom door slightly ajar, he walked in.Claire wasn't there. All that was left was the small suitcase she had brought from the hotel room."Claire, sweetheart," Antony called out again, but still, there was no answer.Could it be that Claire left again after dropping off her suitcase and saw Gladwin leave? he wondered to himself.Antony continued
Quickly, Anastasia ran after Antony. She called his name repeatedly, but Antony chose to ignore her until her stiletto heels finally brought her close to him. She immediately reached out and grabbed Antony's arm, but he harshly brushed her off."Antony, listen to me. Please. I'm really sorry. I apologize," she said in a whiny tone.The woman tried to grab Antony's hand again, but he pushed her away once more, causing her to fall and kneel on the cold marble floor.Not wanting to give up, Anastasia wrapped her arms around Antony's legs, forcing him to stop."I'm truly sorry," she pleaded again, her voice desperate. She begged for the man's compassion, finally realizing that everything Antony had said in the room earlier was no joke. "I... I..." She couldn't find the words. "I'm sorry, please forgive me," she begged, tears starting to wet her face.Antony looked down at her with a sharp gaze. "Do you realize that what you're doing has crossed the line?" he asked in his cold tone.Anasta
Antony arrived at a luxurious five-star hotel located not too far from his family's hotel. As soon as he parked his car, he headed straight to the room Letizia had mentioned when he contacted his cousin earlier.Inside the lavish room rented by his ex-wife sat Antony's mother, Brianna Quirino, alongside her husband, Mr. Arthur. Meanwhile, Letizia stood with her hip leaning against the bar chair, her arms crossed over her chest.Don't ask where her children and husband were. Antony guessed that his sister-in-law was waiting for them somewhere.The three family members displayed different expressions, surely with different thoughts filled with questions that might mirror what was in Antony's own mind.On the other side of the room, right above the sofa facing away from the window, two women sat side by side. One was Anastasia, a woman he had pretended to date for work purposes. The other was his ex-wife, the woman he once loved deeply, who had given him a beautiful and devoted daughter.
But then Claire tried to clear her mind. She refused to believe that her mother could be so cruel to her; if that were the case, Claire might end up resenting her mother for the rest of her life.Disloyal? She didn't care about that word.Her face was already free of makeup, and her hair had been released from the beautiful tiara she had worn earlier. Now, the makeup artists helped Claire start to unbutton the lovely gown she had worn, which had so many buttons down the back.Once everything was removed, Claire opened her suitcase, searching for clothes. She decided to clean herself up in the bathroom that was in the dressing room.Feeling refreshed after showering and washing her hair, Claire put on the clothes she had chosen: a pair of jeans and a loose shirt instead of the dress Antony had picked out for her to wear on their honeymoon, which they were supposed to take right after the reception she was now reluctant to attend.No, she wouldn't just surrender herself to her husband a
The events proceeded according to the instructions from the host.Happy? Of course, Claire was happy. Especially seeing Bella's silly antics, who didn't hesitate to liven up the event alongside Gladwin and some of his office friends invited to the wedding, which surprised them as well.After all, Claire's absence from the office had already been quite shocking, and now they were suddenly presented with news of a wedding they had never seen any signs of."I had my suspicions when our big boss showed up at my wedding, and it turns out he was after the cheese in the sandwich," Chand whispered when his friend arrived with his wife. Claire could only smile in response to that accusatory remark.A snippet of the song that Adaline was singing on stage made Claire and Antony hold hands tightly, hoping that no obstacles would disturb them in the future.Guests began to dwindle. Amidst welcoming guests, they also took several photo sessions—not just with colleagues but also to capture moments w