"No, you didn't, Aunt Maryann," I assure her."Yes, I did. Please, when you're back, just talk to me," she pleads. I release a sigh knowing this is unavoidable."Okay, we will talk.""Oh, thank you," she says, and I give her a sad smile "How are you? How is Miami? Tyler said you are working with Nathan . That's a good reunion if you ask me. ""There is no reunion, Aunt Maryann. ""Nonsense," she says."Take this advice from me; enjoy your trip the best way you can," she says."It's a business trip," I correct her with a smile."Whatever. I can't wait to see you again." I chuckle."Me neither. Take care of yourself, okay?" I tell her."Will do," she replies before I drop my phone. I quickly get out of bed and take a shower. After getting dressed, I leave the room and take moment to admire the beautiful house. Surprisingly the living room is empty, and I feel relieved that Nathan hasn’t woken up yet. I assume the trip has tired him out or he is busy with Mildred. The latter thought doe
“Please, go in while I go get your food,” Mrs. Brown says, stopping in front of a door. I raise an eyebrow at her. “This is the dining room; that’s the kitchen,” she points to the last door in the hallway. “Oh, I’ll just grab my breakfast and bring it here,” I suggest. “No, you don’t need to do that. As Nathan s guest, it’s my responsibility to take care of you,” she says with a cute Frown “Grabbing my food is nothing. Plus, it’s unreasonable for you to go through the stress when I can easily grab it and bring it here,” I tell her. “Please, let’s just go together,” I suggest, and she smiles. “If you insist,” she replies. “Thank you,” I respond with a smile. I’m taken aback when we enter the kitchen and finds a younger lady in the same uniform as Mrs. Brown. “Good morning,” the lady greets me with a bright smile. I relax and return the gesture. “Matilda, this is Natalia , Nathan ’s guest,” Mrs. Brown introduces. It starts making sense that this is the person Nathan mentioned
Curious, I frown and ask, “What do you mean by that?”“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s not like it’s any of my business. It’s just that a kind man like Nathan deserves someone better than Miss Russell,” Matilda adds. My brows raise in surprise.“Well, I suppose if Nathan believes she brings him happiness, then there is no harm in supporting their love,” I respond half-heartedly.“You’re right. As I said, the important thing is that Nathan is happy,” Mrs. Brown concludes, and I offer a smile.“Sure,” I respond.“Back to your breakfast; let me set your tray so you can be on your way,” Mrs. Brown says, and I smile in response.“Thank you. I appreciate that,” I respond.I watch as Mrs. Brown sets the tray. It doesn’t take her more than a few minutes before she hands it over to me.“Thank you,” I say, taking the tray and preparing to leave. But when Mildred walks in, I freeze. She gives me a piercing look as her eyes land on me.“Good morning.”If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under. I can’t he
NATALIA I can’t believe a week has already passed since I arrived here. By now, I’m used to the routine; every morning, Nathan and I inspect the houses together. That’s as far as our interactions go. He acts as though I’m invisible, and I do my best to pretend that it doesn’t bother me. The only things that brighten my day are my calls to Goerge , Bekah and Aunt Maryann. They are the only ones who help me distract myself from everything.As I head to the living room after breakfast, I hear voice. I roll my eyes, imagining Mildred and Jeffrey arguing once again. Mildred has been using every opportunity to prove to me she has Nathan , even though it’s clear that I have no connection with him. Her insecurities are obvious and it’s annoying. I mentally prepare myself for a show, but I’m surprised to find Nathan alone with his phone pressed to his ears.“You told me you were going to cancel,” he says to whoever is on the other end.“Oh, so now I’m being selfish,” he adds. I glance around,
“I didn’t think I’d have to talk to you about this but, Natalia , this is something serious. I’m asking you to go on a dinner date with me.”“We need to act as the perfect couple to the press and convince Mr. Lucas to agree to expand the charity to more nations,” he explains. I gape at him, wondering what is going on.“Are you serious right now? You want me to pretend to be your fiancé? Have you forgotten how much you despise me?” I retort.“You think I hate you? I wish I could,” he scoffs, leaving me frozen and confused.“Listen, this is very important to me. I wouldn’t have asked you if it wasn’t,” he says, his eyes brimming with sincerity.“I’m not sure about this, Nathan ; I’m terrible at pretending.” I admit.“I know that which is why you’re perfect for this. I’m ready to pay any amount for your help,” he says, and I gape at him in shock.“Are you kidding me? You want to pay me?” I ask, anger flashing in my eyes, as I gape at him.“I’m sorry if my words offended you. I just assum
“Wow,” I whisper involuntarily.“Do you like it?” he asks.“Absolutely. This is stunning,” I whisper as I glance around in awe.“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he says with a smile, leading me through one of the museum’s expansive halls. The scent of paint fills the air, mingling with the soft whispers of patrons, creating an atmosphere that feels both serene and charged with anticipation. My eyes sparkle with curiosity, eager to discover the masterpieces that lie ahead, as Nathan s promises.“Oh, my goodness.” I exclaim in awe as we make our first destination.“This is the contemporary art wing,” Nathan announces, indicating the entrance. Vibrant canvases and avant-garde sculptures. Nathan guides me down the hallway until we come to a halt in front of a mesmerizing painting, its bold strokes and vivid colors stir emotions inside me.“This is so beautiful. It feels like it’s trying to communicate something to me,” I say before glancing at Nathan .He returns my gaze, his voice filled
“A lot changed over the years. Art has always been a part of me, a means to express emotions when words fall short. I might not be an artist myself, but I’ve learned to appreciate good art when I see it,” I explain.“Oh,” he drawls, though not before I catch a flicker in his eyes.“Interesting. Would you mind telling me more about it?” He asks calmly.“Well, it’s just some random thoughts really. Besides, art,” I reply.“You can’t be so sure,” he smirks. I shake my head before returning my attention to the artwork.He listens intently as I describe my thoughts on each artwork. Soon, I completely absorbed in the beautiful space, unable to keep my enthusiasm. We explore different galleries, discussing the historical context, artist’s techniques, and the personal stories behind each peace. It’s a dance of intellect and emotion, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun.We reach a secluded corner of the museum, a dimly lit space adorned wi
I’m amazed to see a lot of people already there. Nathan guides me until we reach a table. He pulls back a chair and allows me to sit before sitting beside me. I can’t help but admire the artistry of the decor.“Is there anything else after this auction?” I ask.“Not that I know of,” Nathan says, and I nod.“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to this momentous occasion. I am well aware that we have all been eagerly anticipating this. To kickstart the auction, I’m delighted to introduce a very special guest among us. Please join me as I welcome Mr. Nathan Rowland,” the announcer declares, and applause fills the air. I give Nathan a questioning look, wondering if he knows about this, but he seems as surprised as I am. He becomes the center of attention as he stands.“I’ll be right back,” he whispers before going to the podium. I join others by giving him a round of applause.“Thank you, everyone. It’s an honor to be here among some of the brightest minds in society. I joined this orphan char