"You could beat the eggs and butter. Later we'll pour the mixture into it." Geneva said over her shoulder to Nicholas who had been standing behind her since they came into the kitchen to prepare a cake. It has been days since the embarrassing incidents had taken place and having gone to the grocery store earlier today, she decided they would make a cake together. After all, Nicholas did owe her a wedding cake. He was the reason why she had been terrified and forgotten all about one of the best parts of a wedding - the cake!Geneva added powdered milk to the big bowl with the flour in it. Just then, something jumped out of nowhere and into the plate beside the bowl while crashing a China ware to the floor. Geneva flung the bowl in fright and jumped unto Nicholas, wrapping her hands and legs around him. Not once in that giant leap of hers did she consider the both of them falling because of the sudden impact of her weight. After a few seconds when she came back to her senses, she r
"Damn, Geneva, must you drop a bomb every time you call? And I mean every single time you call?" Sharon screamed at her, very much awake now. "Don't go yelling at me like it's intentional." Geneva yelled back. "This call does not seem any bit unintentional to me." Sharon yelled too. "Sharon," Geneva heaved a sigh and said, "I need someone to talk to and not to train my lung capacity with." "I'm seriously concerned for you, une fille. I just finished a plate of ice cream, endangering my waistline even though I have a date tomorrow with Louis." "With Louis Martin? The French guy… oh, so that's what's up with your accent." Sharon had this irritating habit of changing her accent whenever she dated a foreign guy. "My love life rocks; yours suck." Sharon stated in a dejected tone. They both sighed. "Sharon, you are officially the worst person on earth to seek comfort to the mind and heart from." Sharon giggled before countering. "Who says I am? You'll see the wonders I'll perform to
"...Geneva won't you reconsider your stay?" She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to chastise her father but closed it when she heard a deep voice chuckling. With her eyes shifting to his location, she groaned inwardly at the embarrassment her parents were suffering her with in front of her husband! Why is he giving me his attention now that I don't need it? Geneva chewed Nicholas up in her mind. James noticed her shifty, unfocused eyes, so he went to where he suspected her gaze was repeatedly landing. He fisted his hands and stood three inches away from Nicholas thundering, "where are you, daughter-robber? Come out this minute." "Dad, what are you doing?" Geneva asked, alarmed. "Scaring the person you are trying to hide." He snarled. Two men, intimidating in their own way were in the small living room with one bellowing stupid things at the other. One had a stupid expression on his face while the other had on, an unreadable expression. "Dad, if anything, I'm the one scare
Geneva looked in the mirror, patting her cheeks with pride and satisfaction. Who knew she could perfectly blend the colours of her makeup to give a pale result. She looked sick and that was what she wanted. Today, she would be pretending to be sick! Blame it all on Nicholas who doesn't touch her unless totally necessary. Pfft, what a husband material. It was time for breakfast. Nicholas should be through with his early morning episodes by now. Geneva stood up to look for him. She tied her twist-out at the very top of her head so that their giant locks would fall onto her forehead like very dense fringes. She pulled on the wide neckline of her short and loose dress to come down her shoulder. 'Tie up your hair, expose the neck. Let him take a bite from the yummy chocolate island. Wink, wink.' A stupid song Sharon always sang played on in Geneva's head. Geneva shook her head and continued telling herself, "No way! I'm not trying to seduce Nicholas. I'm most definitely, absolutely
They were preparing dinner together. Geneva planned on making a local dish from her home country - Jellof rice and salad. So, as Nicholas turned his back to her so as to wash the cabbage, she looked up from the onion she was slicing and tried to gossip a little with Mickey who was perched on the counter at a corner. "Tch, he says I resemble you." Geneva whispered. "He's the one who is as difficult to read as you. Disappearing and appearing when it pleases him and don't even get me started on the air of mystery surrounding him. So much like you, don't you think so too?" The rat squeak-snarled then jumped on Geneva making her cut her finger by accident. It broke another Chinaware and with its rump in the air, scurried away. The rat was still bearing grudges against her! But why was it angry at her? She did entirely nothing wrong. It can't be. The both of us are competing for Nicholas' attention? Is the rat a Minnie or worse, Camille? Geneva shook her head at her internal monologue
Chapter NineteenA dark aura was surrounding Nicholas. She'd never seen him so distant, brewing, like a storm. So angered. Wave after wave of dark emotions swept by. His face was so dark, Geneva could not read it.At all.She searched for words to say, words that could dissolve the heavy tension."Nicholas Loic Murray," that deep voice sounded far away. "Ah, I remember now."Just like that, the warm and cozy evening turned as cold as a winter night. Silence danced in the atmosphere. Geneva did not know what to say. Even if she did know what to say at this moment, she was very sure that expressing it in words was going to be a struggle. For the first time since Geneva had met Nicholas, she saw herself feeling deeply sad for him. She couldn't begin to imagine what Nicholas must have been through in the three years he had been stuck in this house with little or no hope of making it out. How lost he must have been. Going by the news they had just watched, it was undeniable that Nichola
With the speed of light, her hands set to work. They dug through her stationery and textbooks in a frenzy, to fish out the locket she hoped was still in her drawer.Luck was with her. Bringing it out, she wanted to hold it against her chest and begin a torrent of sad siren wails but her thumb accidentally wiped across the dust of layer on it.Instead of the previously carved words that she knew of, new ones had taken its place. An address to be precise was boldly written - 65 Elim Villa.Geneva flagged a taxi and was there after a long six hour drive. She paid the taximan and stepped out with her heart pounding fervently.Even without looking at the address, Geneva had spotted the tall building in her dream and knew that it had got to be the number 65th house that the locket in her purse indicated.The building was deserted along with other buildings around it. When she had looked up this villa on the net, it showed pictures of its bubbly and lively nature three years ago, before all
It took Geneva another six hours to return home. So being, it was already late and Geneva was too drained to make it to any police station.And so, she had to wait till the next day. That was a bad idea because she almost had a nervous breakdown waiting for dawn. As soon as it was, she flagged a taxi and off she went to the Central City Police Station. It was all over the news the previous night that due to the great attention directed towards the 'Mrs.Juiette Murray's murder case', by the media, the case was legally reopened. Due to this fact, it was quite easy for Geneva to be granted an audience with the detective in charge of of the murder case, upon request. Twisting the truth a little bit too much, she said she was a person with a mighty thrive for justice to be upheld and so, she had bravely gone into the crime scene in the villa and had gotten an evidence written by the murderer herself. Detective Hubert Lefebvre, a man in his late 40's, regarded her suspiciously through th