Zara slowly opened her eyes. The shades were still down, but she was having trouble sleeping. She knew it was probably a few hours to dawn. The maids had probably left it down to let her enjoy her sleep. Zara flicked the lights on from her bed with a designated body and rested her palm on her temple as she laid back and focused on the pure white ceiling staring back at her. She could still smell Kelvin's scent on the bed next to her l, she felt a longing for him in her bed again. She should have kissed Kelvin goodbye yesterday, but Oliver's face had stopped her. She grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. Of course, she had the right to kiss Kelvin as many times as she wanted to in front of Oliver! Zara thought as she held the pillow tight to herself. Her brows furrowed as she yawned. Why did she get the feeling that it would hurt Oliver? "No, no, no," Zara shook her head violently as she sat up. She looked sideways to the mirror and she blinked at the mess of her hair that la
Kelvin stared at his Cafe with awe from the front entrance. The last time he had come here with Jeff, it was dark and there was no electricity. Now that he had come during the day, he was very much surprised at how his little Cafe had been transformed. The exterior had more space where people could sit out and enjoy the outdoor view.It was like a cafe uptown opened an outlet downtownIt was as if Oliver had visited his dreams and taken a picture, handed it to a designer. It was exactly as he had imagined. He brought out his phone and texted thanks to Oliver several times. He couldn't thank him enough. "Nice Cafe you have there."Kelvin turned to the direction of the voice and recognized it as someone from the neighborhood. "Oh, thank you very much," Kelvin replied politely. "How is your health now?""It is fine thanks to your prayers," Kelvin smiled."Take care.""Nice business.""Awesome transformation! "Streams of thanks came from his customers and people who knew him hey pas
Zara massaged her hair carefully with oil, while she stared in the mirror. Since she was already blessed with jet-black curly hair, she didn't stress much when it came to taking care of it. She felt giddy, it was the day that she was going to appear at Kelvin's Cafe reopening. She chose her dress and slipped into it carefully, making sure not to ruin the fabric. She grabbed her phone and turned to the door, taking a deep breath as she turned the door knob. She opened the door and went face to face with Oliver, who was also coming out of his room. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him.She hadn't seen him since the time she caught him having fun with the ladies in the living room downstairs. It felt awkward. "Good morning," Oliver replied. He also felt very awkward. He wondered if he should have apologized to her because he could see that she was very displeased with him. Zara nodded in his direction and closed the door. She started walking in the direction of the stairs. Oliv
"How is it going there?" Jeff looked around. There were no reporters at the Cafe, the plan had worked. "The re-opening went smoothly, none of them recognized her, sir," Jeff said into the phone. "Thank you very much, oh my God," Oliver's voice broke on the phone. Jeff could hear him sigh. "Oh no, don't thank me, thank Anne. She pulled the strings," Jeff replied. He looked at the Cafe and he saw that the customers were already inside. "Anne? She did?" Oliver questioned. "She did. She was reluctant but I begged her," Jeff replied. "I see, maybe I should start thinking about adding a zero on her paycheck," Oliver replied on the phone. "Say, is the business going well?" "Yes sir, there are a decent amount of customers and no incidents lately," Jeff replied curtly. "Jesus, Jeff, you sound like a robot. Loosen up when you are talking to me," Oliver laughed. Jeff looked out the window and saw Rita Lawman looking at him. The moment their eyes met, she turned away. "You know I can't
"You sure you can't stay any longer? I mean, it isn't even dark yet," Paul held Zara's cheek. The sun had started casting a light orange glare in the sky and it felt pleasant on the skin. They stood outside in front of the car. Jeff was already inside, giving the family their privacy. "Are you sleeping well enough?" Rita asked. "I received the money you sent to me the last time and it was quite a large amount. Hope they aren't overworking you a lot?" She held her daughter's shoulder.Zara was red around the eyes as she suppressed tears. She felt very emotional, leaving her parents behind. She was bubbling with emotions internally. "It is okay, she has a shift to attend to," Kelvin came to the rescue as usual. He tried his best to control his breathing in front of them. "You will be making her late if we talk any longer," he said. "Oh—yeah, I have a shift. I will get enough sleep Mom," she hugged her mother very tightly. Her mother smelled nice. She was using the bottle of perfume
Oliver grunted and checked his watch. An hour had passed and Zara wasn't down yet. He knew women had a knack for taking a lot of time when they were getting ready for outings. He was tempted to knock at her door or call her. But seeing the sour attitude she had towards him, he decided to wait patiently without complaining. But still, an hour has passed. She could just tell him that she was tired and not going. He could have postponed it until tomorrow. Who did she think she was? Queen of the Scots? Oliver sank further into the chair in exasperation.His wait was cut short as he heard the gentle sounds of heels against the floor coming from the stairs. He turned his head towards the staircase, and Oliver's eyes remained glued on Zara. Indeed, she thought of herself as the Queen of the Scots. Who is she? Oliver pondered as he stood up. It was not a command he had issued to his leg, it had happened automatically. Oliver was surprised at her taste in fashion, he had given Anne credit f
Oliver and Zara were shown to their seats.It was a VIP spot reserved for them on the third floor with a direct, undisturbed view of the stage below. The VIP had an old Roman feel to it with its large marble pillars that had been painted white, obviously for ornamental purposes. Zara had only seen this from afar. Only the Matron of the restaurant catered to the VIPs when she worked there, but now, she was going to get that special VIP-only treatment. "Why did you choose this restaurant?" Zara asked Oliver. He looked down at her and cocked his brows. "Who in this time and age doesn't want to be treated at Delarosèê peak?" Oliver grinned at her. They gazed at themselves, smiling unconsciously. Zara's face was a mixture of confusion and happiness. Zara smiled at him and sucked in air from her lips. She realized that she had been staring and smiling at him too long and she tore away from his gaze. Oliver did the same too. They both looked away immediately, forming a serious interest
Zara held the card to herself tightly. She watched as Oliver conversed with the steward and she looked at the card again. She didn't know what to say to Oliver when he came back to the table. She tried to place the reason why he would go all the way out to do all that, even though he wanted publicity. Zara hoped it had nothing to do with what happened the previous day. Zara wrote it off as part of the publicity plan. Oliver joined her back at the table and he smiled at the offer of wine from the steward. The steward stood exactly five meters behind them and waited for further instructions. “Wow, even for publicity, you went out of your way to do this?" Zara questioned as Oliver held the wine glass in his hand. He smiled at her in reply to her question. Zara laughed and continued. "Thank you very much, I got extra gifts alongside a nice dinner."Oliver was surprised at how Zara interpreted the whole situation. He was slowly starting to understand that Zara wasn't an airhead like th