Will Anthony be the right man for Grace? ^^
Like a dream come true, more orders were pouring in. Indah got busier in making cookies and cakes every week. Either for birthday parties, social gatherings, office meetings, and so on. That was why Grace went back home on time to help her mom. Likewise, Anthony also helped out an hour or two in the evening. That's why Grace felt that her closeness to Anthony was starting to be taken to a different level. He really showed sincerity without any urge to reciprocate the feelings he had previously expressed toward her. Grace gradually found comfort near him. On the Sunday before Christmas break, Grace and Anthony delivered several cakes to a house in the Sanur Beach area. It was the second order from the Danish-Chinese couple. Since there were too many boxes, they used Anthony's pickup truck. It wasn’t a tiring trip since it took less than half an hour. Once they arrived at their destination, the two of them brought the cake into the big house. “Thank you for making such delicious cake
[April 2007] ✉ Grace » 'Hey there. I’m Grace, the one you saved in the crash last Friday. I didn’t get the chance to thank you. And doing it through text seems to be inappropriate. May we meet?' ✉ Evan » 'Oh, hi, Grace. You feel better now? How’s your mom? Hmm, I think we can catch up somewhere near the hospital. I’ll be there in an hour.' ⋯ Grace felt lucky because the guy had left his contact info. Even the nurse in charge said that he was willing to be contacted if anything might happen. However, things got better in three days, though Indah was still in recovery. Having made an appointment, they met at a cafe next to the hospital. Grace took some of her savings to treat Evan as a way to express her gratitude. She excitedly greeted him as she saw him appear at the entrance. As if having been friends for a long time, Grace waved at Evan who seemed to be a little surprised. They sat across from each other at a table near the window. “Hi. Did you just get back from school?” gues
“—late.” Anthony walked toward the table. In his hand was a transparent plastic bag that clearly showed what was inside. He put it there before approaching Grace and Evan. Evan looked at Grace without a single word spoken, as if asking who the man was. “Ah, right. Hmm, Anthony, this is Evan, Evan, this is Anthony.” Grace introduced them to each other briefly. Anthony was thunderstruck and commented, “Oh? Isn't he …?” but didn't finish it. Grace nodded, understanding what he was trying to say. “Well, we … finally made up,” she said. Evan sensed there was something between Grace and Anthony. That man even sounded like he knew Grace's past problems with him. This made his heart restless. “You guys … in a relationship?” asked him without a second thought. “Oh, Anthony is—” “Someone who's CLOSE to Grace.” Anthony cut Grace off, Introducing himself with assertiveness. “A-ah! I thought you were Grace's hired driver. I saw you several times around the hotel, picking up Grace.” Evan del
It wasn't long after they reconciled that Evan disappeared again. He was out of reach since New Year's Eve. Even Vino, his secretary, didn't know anything about it. Three days after workdays began, Grace still couldn't reach him. He wasn't in his apartment either when she came to check it. Grace was sure that something wrong had happened. She had to do something, no matter how. Unfortunately, her focus was consequently diverted to thinking about him all day long. “Grace. Grace!” Only after Nita touched Grace's arm did she eventually pay attention to her. “Mr. Suganda requested you in his office.” As if just having woken up, Grace was absent-minded for a moment before finally leaving her chair. She automatically walked toward Mario's office like a robot; moving as instructed but not really knowing what she was doing. “Excuse me, Mr. Suganda. What can I help you with?” asked Grace when she was inside the HR supervisor's office. Mario handed her a piece of paper on the table. “There
Grace didn't believe what she'd heard. She had already known the reason why her dad and mom got divorced from the beginning. However, she never wanted to know who the third wheel was. Now that she knew who her dad had been having an affair with, she was lost for words. “Grace.” Evan worriedly touched Grace’s arm. "Grace, please say something." Instead of replying to Evan's questions, Grace lowered her head, looking at the floor. She clenched her fists tightly. Learning Grace’s reaction to the information, Evan immediately regretted telling the truth. "I shouldn’t have said it," he mumbled and squeezed his hair. Then he got up from the couch and stood by the window, looking out. ‘Why does it have to be Evan’s mom? It would mean nothing to me was it someone else. But it’s my best friend’s mom. Why?’ Grace became so frustrated thinking about it. She repeatedly wiped her tears that wouldn’t stop flowing. Not to mention she now understood why Evan once suddenly cut off their communicati
“Evan, my heart is broken hearing this. But not because of what my dad has done. I honestly couldn’t care less about him. Not a single thing. Whether he married anyone or had another affair, to me I no longer have a dad. He’s dead to me and I won’t get hurt because of him. But now my heart’s broken and it’s because … it’s your mom, whom you never expected would have done such a thing. So now, I want to act as your best friend. I’m your support system here. Please stop hiding, let’s go through this together.” Grace’s words from last night kept ringing in Evan’s ear. Especially about her wanting to be his support system. It gave him strength when he woke up. Now he returned to the office in a much better state. Evan did not expect that Grace's response to this bad news turned out to be the exact opposite of what he had been afraid of. He even wondered if he'd told Grace straight away, he probably wouldn't have had to go through such a painful experience alone. The year before he return
Improving mood wasn’t an easy thing to do. Grace didn’t want to ruin the dinner with Evan. She wanted to make that night into an enjoyable moment. Her best friend had just passed a critical stage related to their parents’ affair. Hence Grace tried her best to positively respond to every topic Evan brought up along the way. Either with light laughter or some jokes. Luckily, it quite successfully lightened up her mood. “Whoa. A French restaurant. So this is the talk among my colleagues. They said it’s a fancy restaurant. And it’s expensive, Evan—ah, you’re a GM. It’s dirt cheap for you.” Grace chuckled, realizing who her best friend was now. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she got out of the car. Evan came from the other side. He locked the car and stood next to Grace. "Frankly speaking, I googled some good restaurants and found this as the first on the list," he said. "Aw. My dress doesn't match this place. It's too… plain." Grace looked up to Evan, pouting her lips in slight disappointmen
Living only with her mom wasn't always easy for Grace. Ever since her dad left, she had been paying more attention to the only family member left she had. Compared to her peers, she grew up and matured faster than them. When the others could still have fun, hanging out with their friends, she spent most of her time helping her mom. A few years back before living in England, Evan also regularly came to their house and helped deliver some orders. Now that his relationship with Grace was on the mend, he took the initiative to help again. Unfortunately, Grace didn’t approve of it with such firm resoluteness. Consequently, he only came several times a week to buy two or three kinds of pastry and a drink. That evening after a light debate, Evan drove Grace to her house. When they arrived, Indah was found to be busy in front of the house, serving drinks to many customers. As quickly as possible, they got out of the car and approached her. “Mom, why aren’t you finished yet? Everything would