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She expected for Pepper to talk back and so, she shifted her attention back to the dress to observe it further; wondering if it would fit her.
Unexpectedly, she heard a loud sniff from behind her and a sob.
“Did I say something bad?” Valentine fully shown that she was undeniably worried of her words. Her eyes travelled from Pepper to Mary. Instead of disgust to be written in Mary’s face, she was proud. Pepper had her face down on both of her palms. She was wiping her tears away.
Valentine placed the dress back to the rack and went closer to Pepper. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you.” She slightly bent her knees to take a glance of Pepper’s face but she failed. She held the seamstress’s wrists and said, “I’m so sorry.”
“No, you’re right. I really shouldn’t have let my husband’s words in to me,” Pepper sobbed.
“Mary, can you go fetch a glass of water
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The door slowly creaked open. Valentine felt her ear slightly perk up as it picked up the sound and she opened her eyes. They landed upon a beaming Mary, her hair was tied into a ponytail and she was looking fresh than ever. “Good afternoon, miss,” she chirped. “Good aftern– Wait, it’s already afternoon?” Valentine sat upright, with the palm of her hand pressed against her forehead. How did she even sleep that long? What was she doing yesterday? Picking dresses. Who would have ever thought that picking wedding dresses would tire her out? She remembered the wedding and asked about it. She could have been late. There was no way she was going to be late for a wedding. Mary told her to calm down and relayed the words William had asked her earlier in the morning before he went off to work. Hurriedly, Valentine ate the pizza displaying itself on the table at the kitchen. She offered the half of it to Mary, who agreed. She took her shower afterwards, not onc
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Valentine’s eye squinted as she watched every person around her. They had just finished eating dinner and she was full. A hand on her tummy proved it that she had eaten too much. The service crew had just taken every empty plate and used utensils, leaving only champagne, glasses and finger foods for some who wanted them. An hour before, Valentine and William had shared their first dance together in which they didn’t rehearsed. She constantly and purposely stepped on his foot several times. When she did it, she would tilt her head slightly, push up a brow and smirk triumphantly. That was the best moment Valentine had during the reception so far. The rest were not good; for the number of guests invited, the two men constantly flashing their cameras at them, and the noise irritated her. “I thought we were going to have a wedding with only a few guests?” Through gritted teeth, Valentine asked as she leaned slightly close to his ear. “I know and I’m sorry
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“What were you doing?” William’s voice landed in her ear and she groaned. “Shh… quiet.” “You’re drunk.” “No, I’m not,” Valentine replied immediately. “You are.” She turned around to face him. Her eye lids were getting heavier and heavier by the second. She pushed her index finger against his lips and smiled goofily. “Kiss me.” “You moved your head earlier because you didn’t want me to kiss you and now, you want to?” She giggled and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. William bent down, placed his arm to the back of her knees while the other hand on her back. He lifted her up and he walked back to shore. Valentine gave him a tight-lipped smile with her eyes half-closed. “William?” He didn’t respond to her. Instead, he brought the both of them to the hotel. The place where the reception was held became noisier–joyful cheers and disco music boomed. It seemed more like a party than a wedding recep
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Valentine woke up with a dry throat. Instantaneously, her head pounded like hundreds of elephants walking during a parade. Moreover, huge, running elephants. With frustration, she groaned loudly and brought her hand to her head, as if it was the instant cure for the headache to ease within seconds. She sat upright and noticed that she wasn’t in her room William had given her temporarily. Through the tinted glass windows which can only allow people to see from the inside, she saw the beach. As usual, the waves crashed against each other and the water sparkled and shimmered due to the sun’s rays.The strong urge to drink cold water surfaced and as she whipped her head to the left, a glass filled with water and ice cubes stood on the table before her eyes. Longing for moisture within her mouth and throat, she grabbed on the glass and consumed every drop of water. It went to her mouth, down to her throat and satisfyingly, the cold water hit ever wall of her flesh unti
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“It was supposed to gift from me to you during the wedding reception but drama came and I wasn’t able to give it to you.”As she opened the box. It revealed a lace. What was she going to do with a lace? Puzzled, Valentine brought it up and revealed a sexy, lacy, lingerie. It was white and looked expensively stylish. It was a two-piece set–a bra and an underwear. She didn’t want to set her eyes upon it any longer and decided to bring the lingerie back to the box.“What the hell?” she looked at him disapprovingly.“Don’t worry, it was supposed to be for show last night during the reception. These supporters and lingerie-lovers would not expect anything else for the CEO to be lustful.” He laughed as he shook his head sideways in disagreement and continued, “you can use it anytime you want.”“I won’t,” she stated simply and felt her shoulders shiver in utter disgust.
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“V, are you still there?” Missy’s voice seeped out through her phone’s speakers. “Yeah…” Valentine rubbed the temple on her forehead as she answered. How will she calm herself now? Her head still ached and the issue made through the news broke her even more. What was the word her brother used? Berserk? He even brought William in their little family reunion. She disliked William but she wouldn’t see him as a bad influence for her. “M, I’ll go to the restaurant later,” she said, not giving Missy an opportunity to speak as she ended the call after a second. “Seems like your brother disapproves of our marriage. You should go tell him that we were doing this for your father.” His husband suggested as he stood beside her, facing the blank screen of the television. “My brother knows that you bullied me back then; so, he hated you as much as I did. I know him and he’ll wreck your reputation for sure, even if we tell him about it. Just make sure Lucy won’t be
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“There’s something I need to tell you guys,” Valentine started after she managed to stop both Missy and Delilah from squealing. She gripped them on their wrists and pulled them straight back to the kitchen.“Wait! But before that, you need to hear mine first,” Missy chirped.“Yes, V. M had quite a hot night.” Delilah placed the used plates and utensils down to the sink before settling down to sit in front of Valentine.“Really?”The three of them sat on the chairs, while the two were both facing Valentine. She felt her muscles calm down knowing that she was given an opportunity to breathe and tell her little story later. This time, it was best to let Missy speak first. At least, to help her feel confident and talk normally.“Do you remember those photographers last night?” Delilah inquired first.“The photographers?” Valentine’s eyes squinted, her nose even s
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