Amidst the quiet clinking of cutlery against plates filled with garlic and fresh basil, Lyra and Matthew finally finished up their lunch.After that, they progressed to picking up their glasses almost at the same time sipping water quietly while stealing and watching each other in muffled silence. When Lyra finally dropped her glass she cleared her throat to ask casually. "So about what you said earlier when would you be coming back and if you don't mind me asking what would you be doing there?"Matthew shrugged with half of his shoulder before he answered with a faint smile on his face, he seemed pleased by the question. "At least she was already showing concern." He thought."So it's actually for a movie. A really big one, with so many stars from around the world getting featured. So a project like that would certainly last for months before I return. I can't tell the exact duration but I'm quite sure it's going to run into months." Matthew paused for a moment to stare at Lyra.
Lyra peered curiously at the web page of her browser, which was littered with similar headlines relating to a controversial photo that, according to them, was breaking the internet.The moment she clicked on the first one, her eyes narrowed. She glanced at Aria, who was standing at the other end of the table, and was nodding back knowingly.She suppressed a smile on her face as she went back to looking into the screen; this time she could not help but let out a sarcastic laugh because the image on her screen was that of no one else but Dante himself, but that wasn't just it.The eye-catching thing about the picture was what he was putting on. It was a bespoke suit from her latest collection of designs. Underneath the picture, the headline read thus: "Mr. Snub of the Year goes to Rival CEO Dante Cooper as he picks a competitor's design over a family's own."Lyra let out another laugh, looking genuinely amused. Inwardly, she was wondering why he would go to such lengths to get her atte
Dante was still peering into the dark, small space in confusion after Lyra's question when the sudden jolt of the elevator caused Lyra's figure to stumble forward."Careful, Lyra, keep steady." Dante's voice pierced the dimness. But Lyra, on the other hand, was hardly steady; the extended period in the dark, confined space, coupled with the sudden, unexpected ascension of the elevator, had made her lose stability; she missed a step and, for some weird reason, began to feel her head spinning immediately; she was beginning to lose her consciousness, and she had begun to slip downwards slowly, her legs stretching out."Lyra!" Dante’s voice was louder this time. He rushed towards her uncoordinatedly and in apprehension. It was at that point that the elevator lights came on again, revealing the crumpled body of Lyra on the floor; her head lolled to one side and her hair fanned out in disarray."Lyra." He whispered, fumbling with his hands, blinking repeatedly, and stooping at once to car
"Hey, shhhh." Dante hushed with a finger crossing his mouth, throwing a cautionary glance at Mirabel, who was looking even more stupefied."Don't you ever call her that again, Mira!" He warned before returning his gaze to Lyra.By this time, Lyra was already on her feet."Could you please just take a little more rest?" He pleaded, stretching out his hands towards her.But Lyra held her head up obstinately, barely looking at him as she started to strut towards the door."Lyra, could you please just hold on and..."His voice trailed off as Lyra had already pulled the door to the bedroom open, slamming it right after she was gone.He let out a helpless gasp, looking at the door while Mirabel's puzzled face glared at him with a screen of anger and disbelief covering it up."Wait, are you serious right now? You did not only have the guts to rub shame and scorn on our faces in the media by flaunting a competitor's design; you even brought her into your house. Like, I don't get, For what?"
It was past 7 pm, and the sun had since disappeared from the sky.The gala party had begun to unfold slowly. The low murmur from the well-dressed attendees persisted. And once in a while, the laughter of an amused guest punctures the air in the decorated hall. Waiters in black and white aprons bore different trays on their hands, holding their heads high.Lyra Daniel was one of these waiters. However, unlike the others, the smile on her face was forced and plastic. She walked from one seat to the next nervously, serving the guests around. And sometimes, when they tried to call her attention to something, they would have to repeat themselves more than twice before Lyra would grasp. "Are you deaf? young woman?" One of them even asked. "I'm so sorry sir, pardon me, it's the music. Too loud." She pleaded, smiling sheepishly.“Oh my God, can you see that? where on earth did Mr. Douglass, pick this Lyra lady from? She's so crude.” One of the younger waitresses whispered to her coll
Lyra literally jumped out of the taxi the moment the driver she hailed earlier parked in front of the hospital gate. She flung his payment at him in a rush, waving and blurting the word “sorry” at the same time as she was running. The driver himself looked momentarily flustered by her craziness but later shook his head indulgently before driving off. On getting to the second floor of the building where her husband’s ward was.Lyra pushed at the door forcefully and ran in, making the cleaner and the two nurses she met there flinch slightly at the sight of her. Felix was lying on the bed with his nose strapped up in an oxygen mask while being connected to some sort of machine. Lyra stopped to stare at her husband with a weepy expression, whispering, “Felix. Oh Felix,” “Calm down, madam.” One of the nurses said.The doctor walked in through the opened door the next moment. “Doc,” Lyra immediately turned to him with her reddened eyes and held out hands. He stopped too
Lyra woke up next to Felix in the morning. Her bones and joints felt stiff, and her eyes were bloodshot due to the lack of sleep the previous night. The movement of Felix's arm made her turn abruptly to face him. His eyes were open now. Which gave her some form of relief. Even his oxygen mask was off. Perhaps the doctors had come in the night "Felix." She whispered with a low concerned voice. He stared at her with frail eyes but seemed too tired to talk, so she reached for the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of water, helping him sit up a little before guiding the bottle to his mouth.After he had his fill, she felt encouraged to go out again and continue her search for the surgery money before his condition started to deteriorate again. She got up slowly. "Felix, I will go and call one of the nurses to look after you. I need to run along now to put one or two things together for your upcoming surgery."But before she could leave, Felix had muttered her name softly and tiredly."
"I don't want to die, I want to live long by your side. I want to carry our children and have a perfect family." Felix mumbled softly on the bed with the paper still in his hand.Lyra closed her eyes as she listened to him because his words were yet again re-echoing the deep wishes of her heart. The same thing that drove her to take such a drastic move in the first place."I desire that too, Felix." She whispered from where she stood, gazing straight at him so he could see the sincerity in her eyes. "Trust me, I do. And I know we will surely get the money they are asking for. I won't let you die."Felix nodded weakly on the bed. But then, after a second, he slowly brought the paper to his face again. "This contract, I think it's not that bad. It's just two years. It's God giving us a chance." He remarked, fixing his eyes on the first page.Lyra inhaled and shook her head in calm disagreement."Two years is a lot, Felix. I can't live without you for that long."Felix coughed, a