I strived to keep my focus on the task at hand which was serving the guest at the restaurant I worked in but I couldn't, finding myself zoning out, deriving to a horrendous headache."Are you alright?" My colleague queried and I bobbed, I was fine, I just needed to lay down, it was nothing grave.Dumping the tray into the washing sink, my gaze thwarted to the ring on my finger and sighed. What had I gotten myself into?"Are you sure you're alright you have been spacing out lately,"I held up my head, watching my colleague and only close friend Sam ambling in. She placed her hand on my forehead, "You don't have a fever,"I beamed. "I'm fine Sam, it's just a headache,"She shrugged and slept her back on the wall. "So...when were you going to tell me about that?" She motioned towards the wedding ring on my finger."Ah, this..." I snickered nervously. "It happened out of the blue,""It sure did, I had no idea you even had a boyfriend, the Kim I know would never conceal anything from me, w
I beamed as I waddled out of my bedroom, sliding through the photos in my professional camera, searching for the perfect ones to sell However, the smile on my face plunged when I discovered there was nothing good enough to barter.I sighed with my shoulders dropping. I seriously needed to scour more. I arrived at the living room, not finding the usually frigid man with wayfarer glasses, however, my gaze docked on one of the maids and my camera instantly clicked and she paused, ogling at me with a dumbfounded mood."Oh, I'm sorry, I normally take pictures of people doing everyday things and nature," I immediately clarified."Oh, there's a garden at the back,"My grin magnified at the information. "Thank you," I ducked thankfully and raced towards the back of the mansion. The sight that greeted me was wow as I abruptly thwarted and gawked.The sight before me was an immense oasis with many multi-colored flowers blossoming gloriously.With a satisfied smile, I too
Anxiously, I loitered outside at the company's lobby, adapting my glasses once in a while and nuzzling my hands. And soon enough, the company's secretary finally arrived and I stood up, the tiny smile on my face plunging as she handed over my folder."I'm sorry but we can't accept those photos,"I gaped, "What's wrong, this is how I normally bring my shots, and you guys used to accept them,""They are of lower quality, they are not technically sharp and polished. Perhaps the camera wasn't good enough. You can try some other company or come back with better photos next time, Thank you Mrs..." She paused, eyeing the ring on my finger."Mrs. Rodriguez," I resolved thoughtlessly and she gaped at me. "What?"She shook her head but inquired further. "Rodriguez, as in the Rodriguez Empire?" Hesitantly, I found myself nodding. "Is there something wrong?"She snickered. "Oh, there's nothing, can I please see the photos one more time, we might have made a misstep in acces
Being woken up again by the same farcical nightmare, I strolled out of my bedroom in the middle of the night, unable to catch my beauty sleep in an oversized shirt that chopped down to my mid-thigh.The hall was nearly murky and the living room was darker as I strode down the staircase and went to the kitchen, turning on the lights.I hiked toward the fridge, opened it, and peered at the food items. Should I make myself a midnight meal? But I didn't know how to cook, the last time I tried to, I nearly chopped my fingers off and burnt my parent's kitchen, I was banned from ever stepping into the kitchen, Kareen was a much better cook, she didn't spend her time being a nerd.Between Kareen and I, she was the life of the party, especially in college, she was the most popular girl while I was just the popular girl's sister, which I didn't care. I recalled being called a face thief one time. It was rather comical since I was a minute older than Kareen, didn't that mea
Arriving at Arthur's door, my hand reached up to knock. "Arthur, Mrs. Evans is here," I knocked again and announced. "She wants us to have breakfast together!"I stood there for a few seconds, waiting and expecting a reply but nothing. Perhaps he didn't want to answer, I was sure he received my message. I swerved to leave but paused, a wild thought traversing my mind and I sharp wiggled back to the door. What if he needed help?Suddenly, dazzled with apprehension, I knocked on the door again, "Arthur, are you in there?" What if he was stuck in the bathroom and couldn't wheel himself out?Hesitantly, I nudged the door open and slipped in, my gaze instantly docking on the large mattress but did not find the familiar stiff man in sight. I went towards the bathroom door, "Arthur, are you in there?" I knocked on the door, gasping lightly when it opened on its own but was welcomed with an empty space.I sighed in relief. He was not in here.I turned to leave, however
[Kim's Point of view]Again with the same terror, I couldn't hibernate and I didn't bother to coerce myself into it. I decided to explore the kitchen for a midnight snack again. Luckily, I had gotten enough ice cream to keep me complacent for a while as I clutched a cup of strawberry ice cream and dumped myself on the kitchen island.It was icy yet satisfactory and I hummed lowly at the strawberry flavor on my taste bug. The coldness nearly made me twitch but the unexpected voice of Mrs. Evans in my head made me tremble in an eerie way. I almost lost my appetite, peering at my cup of ice cream.I suddenly shook my head, not wanting to think about it, she probably was just fiddling with me, it was just I being leery which was common when I didn't understand what was going on. I intended to lunge to conclusions that always made me feel dreadful.I shivered dramatically and found my appetite again, blanking my mind but a sound had me looking up and I froze for a second, finding Arthur wh
[Kim's Point of view]I think this was starting to become a routine, always waking up in the middle of the night, exploring the fridge for a midnight snack, and grabbing a cup of ice cream but this time, I didn't remain in the kitchen as I strolled back my room with a vast grin on my face.Ice cream always brought my mood up.However, waddling past Arthur's door, I unexpectedly paused and retreated my steps and peered at the closed door with turmoil while faint growls and groans came from the other side.My heart whizzed, thinking something had happened as I deliberately knocked on the door. "Arthur, are you alright in there?"I waited for an answer but I didn't get one. I nearly nudged the door opened but curtailed the idea as I recalled how furious he was when I step into his space.Should I get the helpers? But everyone was already somnolent? What if by the time I return from calling someone he had gotten badly maimed? Should I risk getting screeched again? But I was only trying to
(Kim's Point of view)I gawked at my reflection with uncertainty. I decided to wear a casual outfit. A white collared shirt tucked into a pair of black pants, a blazer, and a pair of black heels. My face didn't have that much makeup, just pink lipgloss while my hair was held in a loose ponytail.Since I had a new wardrobe, everything inside looked too inappropriate to wear for a job interview. I sighed heavily, apprehension slithering through my nerves. Would I get this job? I felt so anxious. The last time I went for a job interview, it didn't turn out well, the interviewer asked more than I could give but despite my trepidation, something told me this interview was going to end well. I just believed it.Looking down at my bed, my hand itched to pick up my glasses but I decided against it and grabbed my bag and flies instead.I stepped out of my room, trying to saunter causally without grimacing because I detested heels. It hadn't been five minutes yet and I felt like getting rid o