Denise's POVI have grown tired, tired of everything and everyone. When Gregory called me little bird a huge load crushed me. It brought back memories of the nice way he treated me. The sweet nothings he would whisper in my ear. Words he would say before he went on the trip that changed the course of things for the worse.Little bird was a big trigger. How he could sit there and call me little bird without an inkling of understanding what it meant to me, to us. Messing with my head like I hadn't been through enough already. I had accepted my fate of being unlucky. I had accepted my fate that my daughter would be taken away from me because I didn't have the power to fight it. No matter the determination I had, I already sealed my fate with the contract, I had accepted it. No matter how much I had tried to conjure possibilities, faith and what not. Deep down in my subconscious I knew the outcome. I knew it like I knew my very name. Then he comes up and calls me a little bird just like
The dull ache at the back of my head has reduced since I woke up. My intention was to speak to Gregory once I woke up. Unfortunately he left early for work. Things need to be straightened out. Last night was a night full of many emotions which I shouldn't have acted on. Ra tat tat, a rapping comes from behind my door.“Come in”.. “Good day ma'am. Miss Frederick is here” My eyes widened in shock, Rosie is here!. I assumed she won't be in town till next week. The rate at which I dashed off bed almost gave the help a heart attack, she is quick to recover though. My steps are quick as I rush towards the living area. “Rosie”. I yell, forgetting decorum, lunging unto her frame. If not for her firm stance we would have toppled over. Rosie's laughter fills the room. “Not the reaction I was expecting, but….. I am happy to see you as well”. She holds me firmly like her life depended on it even though she seems nonchalant she missed me as much as I missed her. She places a kiss on my te
Rosie was here as early as ten in the morning. One thing about Rosie is, she is always super excited about weddings and parties especially when it has to do with family. Under all that tough skin she's a real softie, as sweet as honey. “Oh my goodness Ro, we aren't expecting this much guest. It's just us if you aren't aware”. She stares at me with a tired expression. She's tired of my incessant whining. “Thing is, I invited some people”. This has been her response since I started complaining about her elaborate plans for the party. Truly Rosie was meant for the upper class. Always looking for the smallest thing to throw a party and celebrate. She would thrive in the world of millionaires and billionaires. Crafted with not just the mannerism but with exquisite bodily features to go with it.Her red hair sways to the as she tries to align a vaise at the side. “Perfect”. She accesses her work. When she's done she turns to me, a mother about to scold her rebellious child.“Go and get re
A man speaks to Gregory and I take that as an opportunity to move away from him. The hors d'oeuvre was my target. Without minding who might be watching, I pulled the waitress serving as a waitress to the side, taking the tray from her, stuffing my face with the snacks till it's empty. I do not bother to wait for the waitress. I walk to the kitchen, returning the empty tray and washing my hand. Once I return every one seems to be engrossed in a conversation or playing a game. Rosie really thought of everything to make the party exciting. The few kids around are running around. Someone hugs me from behind. To whom it might be I know not. Everyone I know is chatting or playing a game. The hands of the perpetrator are slender, feminine, and the skin is soft and smooth. Not willing to torture myself by guessing who might be, I turn around to find a grinning Ariella. She is one person I didn't expect, I supposed she'd be in school. Like every person I had seen in a while I gave her a big
Gregory's POV:The initial bewilderment on Rosie's face is replaced quickly with a wicked smirk, first it is directed at Denise, then at me. This situation could have been avoided if my body wasn't so drawn to this woman. If my treacherous body did hum to the placement of her hand on my arm, pulling me down. Her eyes didn't help the situation either, succumbing to those hazel orbs was my delight. Denise clears her throat trying to hide her mortification. It doesn't stop Rosie from smirking unabashedly at us, not even her friend's discomfort sways us. An audacious woman if you ask me. “Most of the guests have left,” she finally speaks. “Your mum and aunt are looking for you as well, but I can tell them you're occupied at the moment”. She stares at us and quirks her eyebrows continuously in a suggestive manner.Denise springs up to her feet, mortified by her friend's behaviour. “I'll go meet her now”. She says making her friend snickers.When she reaches Rosie, Rosie nudges her on the
Handling a company is no easy feat but I have successfully achieved that and more. I own several flourishing companies. The only downside that I have experienced is the issue with the people causing pockets of disaster around my businesses. This success has been obtained from thorough investigation before any investment and pitching for the right things, innovating and upgrading both goods and services. My grandfather started the company, my father continued it, making it flourish, then he passed the company down to me when he felt it was time. I did not only make it expand, I was able to spring up other firms with it, my father always reminds me of how proud he is of my accomplishments. In retrospect if he didn't make the right decision the company wouldn't be here today, so I always remind him he fostered a huge part of the growth we are experiencing. It hurts me when some people try to run it down all we've worked for.A knock comes from the door, my secretary pushes the dark doors
My intention for today is to visit the studio. I have missed working so much, taking pictures of cute families and babies, editing, chit chatting with my colleagues, hearing the latest gossip about some models and so on. Ivy has an adorable little shirt that says I love mummy, she is on my bed trying to suckle on her hand while I pack some stuff. My camera which hasn't been used in a really long while is also in the bag although this is just a visit it feels right to pack it as well. “Ma'am are you sure you don't want me to come with you?”. Carolina has asked me for the nth time this morning. She looks concerned with her hands folded in front of her. I take precise strides towards her holding her shoulders and stare into her kind eyes “Carolina I will be fine, I'm just going to visit them at the studio after that I'll head home. If I eventually return later than anticipated then that would be because Rosie and I did some catching up, Okay?”. I say the last word slowly. “Okay ma'am
“Spill” Rosie tries to keep a straight face at me. It's not working though. I wiggle my eyebrows at her to insinuate, something is going on. If anyone was to provide security for her I would like to think it would have been Gregory, and that would be because Rosie is family to me. Isaiah shouldn't be the one doing that except there's something underlying here. Which there is. Ivy's cries distract me from questioning Rosie any further, this is not the end of the topic. She has to tell me. I push my seat backward to step out in order to retrieve Ivy but the receptionist is here with a wailing Ivy and a distressed face. She obviously doesn't know what to do with a crying child. “Er.. I tried singing but it didn't work”. The receptionist tells me and Rosie giggles at her discomfort. “I think she needs something else, I'm sorry”. she continues.“This isn't anyway your fault Lily, she's just hungry. She gets cranky when she's hungry”. Lily the receptionist hands Ivy over to me. Now she h