The next day, Aisie came to me early and reminded me that we were leaving at three o'clock to the shop of a well-known designer of gowns. I was sleepy when she arrived here at six in the morning, and she really disturbed sleep. I didn't want to face her, but she sprinkled water in my face that makes me so irritated that is why I just woke up even though I wanted to hit her with my lampshade.
She said that she was tired of waiting for the time at their house, and she didn't have anyone to talk to there so she just decided to come here. I just rolled my eyes because of what she was saying, she just didn't want to admit that she's too excited.
I bring her out of my room and told her to just wait in the living room because I was going to take a bath and she had nothing else to do in my room. It's better that she's just downstairs and watched, she's also used to it, sometimes she doesn't get my permission for her to watch Netflix downstairs.
"Are you ready?" Daddy asked when we got in the car.I don't know if I'm ready, I don’t know if I will be able to smile at my mom thinking about the pain she caused leaving us. I don't know... If I could."I think so..." I just looked out the window when the car commenced.Today, we are going to meet my mom. And dad still wants me to talk to mommy, like the old times mommy is my favorite to talk to, the one who I want to sleep next to, and the one who I want to be informed about my dilemmas. My favorite person in my whole life, but she's the first one who broke my heart. The one who left me just to be with the other family.Sometimes I thought that she didn't like me so she left and looked for someone else. Sometimes I also doubt her love. If she really loved me, me, and daddy, or did she really consider me a child. Lots of questions, but I don’t know if I’ll get the right answers.
The next day, I informed dad that I'm going to sleep here at Aisie's house. I also sent him a message that I will spend the night later because there was an event at school, and I am glad that he still let me to, even if I make him disappointed because of my actions. I thought daddy wouldn't reply to me but he replied, saying 'take care' and 'I love you'. I just smiled and realized that he still cares for me even though I did that, I lost my respect for her.I woke up at ten o'clock and the gown was delivered here at Aisie's house, exactly nine o'clock, she said. That girl is full of positivity and always thinking that she might be the chosen Mrs. Claus and maybe Mr. Claus is said to be her lifetime partner. I just rolled my eyes because of her exaggeration.Aisie's imagination is really something.I’m also grateful to be here with Aisie. She knew I had a problem and she had witnessed my destruction yesterday, but
I blinked several times because of the closeness of our faces. I can even smell his manly perfume, which I seemingly thought he had bathed himself in the perfume because of the fragrance."Ehem." In an instant, I was estranged from Xalent because of my good friend. Goodness!"I-I'm sorry," I said, and I didn't know if I was going to walk or not, as if I was glued to where I stood because of his presence. Shit!He smiled and held out his hand. "May I?"I just reached out his hand, and he hung my hand on his arm. I can still see Aisie on the side, smiling like a fool. Furthermore, I, on the other hand, was anxious because of the impulsive beats of my heart, as if I was going to have a heart attack because of the extreme nervousness I was feeling.Shit! Am I doing it right? Maybe, I look like a fool.When we entered, I was amazed at how well they designed the ve
How could a wine, despite its sweetness and tastelessness, be loved by many? Every drop of wine in a glass seems perfectly fine for a temporary burning sensation throughout our senses. I sighed and headed into my office. Slamming the door shut, I almost screamed out my confusion. Working for ten years in our winery, I still can't formulate a perfect wine for a specific occasion. Every time I try, there's always an inadequate component that makes the wine tasteless and undesirable. How am I going to make a wine that tastes sweet that shows tenderness to someone who'll savor it? Rather than offering them a tasteless wine that shows how emotionally devastated I am. The moment I opened the laptop, memories came crashing through my mind. "I just used you, anyway."Those words have been stuck in my mind for a very long time. I closed my eyes to prevent myself from smashing things. My deepest consciousness loves reminding me of how dumb I am when I fell in love with him. I guessed that'
I can tell that...in my life, wine is everything. When the spoon clinks against the wine glass in a vast room, everyone's attention will be caught and the toast shall be made to wish goodwill for all who are in the hall. Dad explained that we should cherish wine because a perfect gathering cannot be attained without it. To be honest, I don't appreciate wine because I often believe that it will make me intoxicated for just an hour, yet the misery we have will remain in our hearts. Although, I'm not quite certain if wine can really get us drunk. Maybe a hard one will do? But surely, alcohol can do it. At a young age, I am already surrounded by the bottle of wines—a collection rather. Well, what do you expect from the owner of the widest winery here in Voloska, France? Dad loves collecting the bottle of wines in each flavor we have manufactured. On a serious note, I only crave his full attention for me, as his daughter, rather than working hard with our wines. I always have this dream
I watched the waiter as he served me the food that I ordered. "Enjoy your meal, Miss," he said and bowed. I just let out a slight smile at him.That substitute teacher of ours made me hungry so I'm gonna take my lunch here at a Chinese restaurant down the school alley. My tongue craves for xiaolongbao, some mooncakes, and green tea. I'm not Chinese or what. I began loving those dishes because of being a Chinese drama fan, especially with their historical dramas. Also, the food that our cafeteria offers makes me a little bit unhappy. I want to eat a fresh one. I'm so sick of some food processed every day at school. I picked out the pocketbook in my backpack because I wanna read while devouring these dishes. The ambiance of the restau is quite relieving with the composure of performers who are currently playing the traditional instruments of China. Seeing the couples around me somehow made me bitter. They're in their own world when they kiss, hug, smile, and feed each other. On the o
I can't focus on the lesson now that my friend is constantly peeping at the window, she's throwing off my mind and I couldn't discern what she's trying to imply by telling me the same name that I heard with the girls at the comfort room earlier. A sudden noise echoed in the school grounds which caught my interest, and there I saw a flock of students facing the stage, holding up some banners and balloons. What's with them? Is there a popular boy band who will perform? Curiosity envelops me, hoping to know what's with the event and wild crowds. I turned my gaze to my friend, her sparkling green eyes kinda annoyed me when she gawked at the window. This girl is attentive to any happenings on this campus, while I don't have any idea. Aisie is enthralled to the point that she's already clutching my arm badly. "Aisie, it hurts," I whispered and pulled my arm away from her. She apologized to me but persisted to let her eyes settle on the window. Should I volunteer to change our seats? It'
The brunette girl tiptoed and kissed our sub on his lips?! My eyes aren't deceiving me, right? I didn't know that this guy preferred girls who are a year younger than him, with a busty peach and big watermelons. I peeked at my chest. They aren't that large, but who cares?!Well, I will not be surprised by that because boys will be boys. He got that gorgeous face of him. The proof that girls swarm at him. Probably he is like someone who's addicted to a…you know, "sexy time". Or am I being judgemental here? Nevertheless, they are such a pain in my ass. Aren't they aware that they are smooching right in front of our campus? Is that really how teens should act? Some juniors were eyeing them as they passed by. Yet, they didn't mind about it! "Mister Gardoz, let's go," I said irritably when I felt that the car's engine wasn't starting. I'm getting pissed for unexplainable reasons. All I wanted is to leave this kind of erot*c scenery. This is the moment where I wish that I become blind, no