Ella:
Time seemed to be flying with just under a week left for Christmas. I had started tidying the house up since advent. The curtains and bedsheets were changed with fresh linen, carpets vacuumed till every speck of dirt had vanished. Today after dinner, I would sta
Ella:As the clock struck 12 on Christmas Eve, I made a wish asking God to send me my saviour and bless my parent’s souls. After attending the midnight mass, we come out of the church to be welcomed by tiny little flakes of snow colouring the whole landscape of
Ella:As soon as I get up, I flip my phone out and call Joe, “ Baby how are you doing?”
Ella:I was counting days until the 31st of December, absolutely nothing was affecting me, neither work nor Mary’s jibes nor Bridget’s obsession with being Mrs.Holt.
Ella:The following morning, I got up earlier than usual, feeling so elated I scream out loud after it further dawns on me that nobody’s home . Mary won’t barge in shouting orders at me. This was my house again and today was the 31st, my first anniversary
Ella:Even though she had tens of people working under her, every time I entered the salon, she would personally look after me as though I was her daughter.
Ella:I open the door to see Joe standing beside his priced red Ford Fiesta wearing a classic white shirt and grey trousers. His shirt is slightly open to highlight the dragon tattoos from his favourite movie series “Fast and Furious”.
Ella:We hungrily gorge down on our food while talking about Accent, our company’s expansion plan, the week that went by and Joe’s plans of getting another tattoo although I wasn’t too excited about the last part. Having too many tats gives the impre
Ella:I looked up and saw Joe approaching the table. From the look on his face, it seemed as though he saw what had transpired in the last few minutes.