We are once more fine. Zamiel's behavior is once again admirable, but nothing more than that. Just that I didn't hear anything about them. I was tempted to say that I wasn't deaf and that I hadn't heard what he had just said, but I restrained myself. I was fixated on him. He is still sound asleep next to me. He has his powerful arms around my waist. We are in his room right now. He simply dragged me over here. I'm not precisely sure what is going through his head, but I don't care. If he will be content because of this, then so be it. I mean, I'm surrounded by individuals just like him.I instantly notice my extraordinarily long eyelashes. His eye brows are thick. His sharp nose, which nicely complemented his face. His lips are rosy. To me, he is almost ideal. I shut my eyes after realizing I was staring at him for too long. Nicole Ashanti, what are you even thinking? I'm attempting to get rid of his arms around my waist, but just as I'm about to succeed, he opens his eyes.He continu
An old man with a friendly atmosphere around him asked me, "What can we do to you, ma'am?" I responded by grinning back. I chose to approach them.I smiled and said, "I'm Nicole Ashanti. I wanted to ride a horse but I don't know how. Could you possibly show me?" They exchange glances, and a recent arrival turns to stare at me briefly.Do you want to ride with me? I'm the best instructor when it comes to riding a horse. I gave a head nod.He sternly told the elderly guy, "Followed me. Mang Carlo, we will go ahead. I will just fetch one horse." I made the decision to follow the man, who may be around my age.I smiled and said, "You did not identify yourself. Care to share what's your name?" as I followed him. He paused abruptly and turned to face me.He introduced himself as Keifer, which made me grin. He does, however, talk nicely.I suddenly announced, "By the way, my name is Nicole Ashanti." He merely gave a head nod. I then follow him in silence.Before a white horse, we halt. He r
I can hear my father's fury toward my mother as he says, "You told me you only needed money, but what the heck! You're performing an illegal transaction? What's in your head that you don't know how to minimize your terrible decisions? " Not present is Elizabeth. She insisted on being there at the ranch near San Diego. Once more, we are hiding our true identities. They are here, and I just got home. They are fighting over something about which I know absolutely nothing. What does dad mean when he says "illegal transaction"? Gosh. I retreat. For now, I don't want to be noticed.I enter my bedroom. My amazement at my dresses not being in their proper placements. I take a look at my bookcases. It is utterly disorganized. I doubt that thinking about how disorganized my room is would allow me to sleep. I start setting my dresses in order. I took care to arrange everything in its proper color-red location. It took me an hour to finally make my clothing seem presentable. Every scratch paper o
I asked angry because I knew my mother was about to yell at me, "Can you please go quicker." Once more, I'm Elizabeth. Once more, I'm posing as Elizabeth. I wanted to be who I was, but I was unable to do so.This is our plan so I will fulfill. I will not break my sister's trust in me. She is the only one who can understand me. Our father is no longer again in this mansion so I have nothing to say about my problems. I just need to do my sister's and I's plan well so that nothing will be a problem. But I would have liked to greet her but she really doesn't want to answer my calls. I believe she is busy doing her role as Nicole Ashanti in there. I just hope that there would be no problem. I hope my sister is just okay. "You are spacing out. Are you okay? You know we can cancel your appointment for modeling today." Pity Davin said. Maybe I’m being too obvious. I'm nervous. It's not my first time but I might get slipped. "Don't worry about me. I'm used to the field of modeling, Davin. Jus
I don’t know what I’m going to do anymore. Zamiel seemed to treat Elizabeth differently. Zamiel's head always seemed warm. All I know is that Zamiel treated me well."Couldn't he have known you were Elizabeth?" I asked in astonishment."Not either. Because when Zamiel treats me like myself, he's not like this. Maybe Zamiel treats you like this?" She asked. I shuddered even though she couldn't see."Believe me. Just do it like this. While I'm here and you're there, do well who you should be. Do you understand?" My statement is calm. I heard her take a deep breath but I just ignored it. She asked with mixed trepidation, "I don't know. It's boring. It's like I want to go home there. I miss the shooting. Did you get a photo shoot?Yes, it's finished. I was so happy to say, "Actually, you didn't tell me about it, but it's fine nonetheless. Thanks to Davin.""Gosh twin, Zamiel is so stiff. I wanted to kiss him, but he is usually so busy. He just sent me a ton of documents here, and then h
The Philippines is hotter than England. It's fine; I just came down here. Not hot. not even cold. I wonder whether I'm the only one who feels sleepy after such a lengthy journey. I turn to face Davin, who has our duffle bags and luggage.We only need to wait for the driver to bring us here; he'll be here at any moment, he remarked. His voice doesn't sound fatigued to me. He may already be accustomed to such long journeys. I can see the magnificent London as I glance about. This location is lovely and lovely. I grinned as I noted the various automobiles.I questioned as if I knew the answer, "What shall I call you? All I know is you have titles to play here.""Just address me as you want to", Dave responded sternly.I bit my lower lip in protest at his pessimism. How I wish he wasn't treating Elizabeth in this way. When we are together, he is not like this. He gives me a lot of attention. I give him a look. I'm shorter than he is. He grew more attractive. I grinned as I recalled how wa
She demanded firmly, "Give me your smartphone." Her face lacks any sense of humor. I was unable to speak to her and excuse myself. I quietly gave my phone to the person without saying a word. My granny can be so frightening at times. She always has a knack of making me instantly lose my voice.She spoke to me again, "Sit properly. I also sit straight and don't blink. I'm anxious around her. Gosh. She got spookier. I swallow as I feel her behind me.She asked me simply, "What did you do to stay here for so long," but I was unable to respond since I was at a loss for words.I gulp again. I am just looking at her. "Did you also left your tongue in the Philippines? Talk." She seriously said with her scary accent. Gosh. "I am sorry grandma. I was busy with my studies about our company that I lost my will to come back here." I said while blinking my eyes. I can even feel my hands are trembling. "Busy with your company? Or busy admiring that man over there?" She asked that made me blushed
My face is clearly beaming with joy. Who wouldn't, I suppose? I can see my designs in front of me. Finally, gowns based on my designs exist. I think my grandma actually brought all of these to life. Did she regularly check my private post? Why does she understand my plans? Gosh. I find it hard to believe. including the sandals and shoes I assumed would only appear in my sketches. However, take a look at what I can see right in front of me as I enter our house. Finally, my creations come to life. I'm really happy. I touch the dresses with my fingers. Simply said, it is a dream come true. I don't have my phone with me, therefore I can't take a picture of it. I wanted to snap a picture, but I realized that I shouldn't waste this opportunity by doing anything other than taking a picture. I desire to have my actions witnessed by my own eyes. These dresses are lovely. Even the gown, which I can choose and send to Mrs. San Diego. But I am aware that my grandmother is opposed to it. She enjo