Jasmine POV"Jas, I can't wait to see your mother," Earnest said on our way home."Uh… it's fine, but she will think you are flirty with me." I couldn't imagine myself agreeing with him to keep our relationship secret for now."...what's so hard for him to tell my mother the truth?" I asked, exasperated. "I mean, we're not doing anything wrong, are we? We're just...together."Earnest chuckled and took my hand, his fingers intertwined with mine. "Your mother can be a bit...intimidating I guess, Jas. And I want to make a good impression. I promise, once the time is right, I'll tell her everything."I raised an eyebrow. "Intimidating? My mother? You're not afraid of her, are you? And besides, you haven't seen her. Why would you be afraid of her?"Earnest hesitated, and I laughed. "Oh, Earnest. You are totally afraid of seeing her."He grinned sheepishly. "Maybe a little. But I promise, I'll make it worth it. I'll tell her the truth, and I'll make sure she knows how much I care about you.

Jasmine's POV “You are my everything, Jas, and it hurts me to see you sad.” I couldn't stop smiling, remembering his words. I sat down on the balcony, watching the city skyline, feeling the cool breeze on my face. Earnest's words kept echoing in my mind: "You are my everything, Jas." I couldn't help but smile more, thinking about the way he looked at me, the way he held me close. It felt like nothing could ever tear us apart. As I sat there, lost in thought, I remembered that nobody recognized me as his lover. Everyone at the mansion knew me as his personal maid. My smile faded all of a sudden. “They're not fair,” I muttered to myself, looking at the beautiful sky, which I thought was not beautiful in my eyes. “Why are you ugly, sky?” I couldn't believe myself. The sky that is as beautiful as gold I was seeing as ugly. I think I can't see right; my eyes can't differentiate beauty from ugly. I'm no longer liking the view because I could not be with Earnest. I always had this dre

"That man is not nice, Mum," I said aloud, hoping she would understand. Ever since I have known my dad, he has never been nice to her. He causes her nothing but pain, yet she is blinded by love and refuses to see the bad side of my father."Jas, I don't like it when you talk ill of your father," she sounded so annoying. I didn't care if what I said pissed her off; she needed to stop talking highly of him."A man who beats you every day as if you are a wall, who left you all alone in that eyesore house while he lives in his mansion, leaving you to anguish in pain. You call that nice?" I didn't care how she would feel about my words. I stood up from my bed and knelt closer to her, lowering my voice so she could grasp that Dad isn't nice."Mum, I know you want to protect me from the truth, but I'm old enough to see it for myself. The scars on your body, the tears you cry at night, the fear in your eyes when he's around... it's not love, Mum. It's not love when someone hurts you so deeply

As we were on our way to the venue, Earnest couldn't take his eyes off me. He kept glancing at me."You are effortlessly beautiful," he said, holding my cheeks and pecking them. "You are making me go crazy, Jas." I felt like a queen as he kept complimenting me.I guess this is my chance to let him know that I have always desired to be in that ballgown."I...want," I paused. I didn't really know how to tell him that I wanted to walk down the aisle with everyone watching me."What, my darling? Anything for you," he smiled and pecked me over and over again. I couldn't believe my ears. He asked what I wanted; I think I should let him know about my dream before I could utter a word.As we approached the venue, the driver slowed down and brought the car to a smooth stop.Earnest got out first, then turned to help me out. I took his hand, feeling a spark of electricity as our palms touched. I still had a lot to say to him. He smiled and led me out of the car, onto the red carpet that stretch