Ariana glanced at the tables in the lower part of her restaurant. It was a little past twelve. The tables downstairs were almost completely filled with customers. A sense of pride crept into her heart. Even though her venture had only been established in the last two years, seeing the increasing enthusiasm of the visitors day by day, Ariana felt immensely grateful. Considering the two years prior, Ariana couldn't believe that everything had come this far. It hadn't been without challenges. Frankly, Ariana herself had been quite pessimistic at the beginning. But with the support of her mother, who guided her and directed the business with her own personal experiences, Leonida’s had become what it was now. What Ariana liked most about working in the kitchen was seeing the happy smiles on people's faces as they ate her food. Of course, Ariana didn't lie when she admitted she enjoyed the compliments thrown her way and her team's way. Among all of this, working in the kitchen made Ariana
A few moments before the wedding, Gerald purposely approached Ariana's father, his future father-in-law, for a private conversation. "I may not be a high-class entrepreneur like you, Gerald," the middle-aged man said. "In fact, my business is nothing compared to what you have now. I wasn't surprised when Gerald chose to marry Karenina. My daughter, unlike Ariana, was raised differently. Karenina is clearly more suitable to be the wife of someone like you." "I'm also sure that finding someone like Karenina wouldn't be difficult, considering the connections you have. So, I'm puzzled myself, why is Gerald forcing Ariana to replace Karenina?" Bradley's face showed curiosity as he looked at Gerald. "Because it's his duty as an older brother to help his sister and his mother," Gerald replied flatly. Bradley shook his head. "I'm a father. I'm a businessman, just like Gerald. Although I'm not as wealthy and smart as Gerald. But I know, that's not Gerald's goal with this marriage." Gerald
The tall and slim man dismounted his motorcycle, placing his helmet on the mirror and greeted Ariana warmly. "Hello, chubby. Est-ce que je te manque? (Do you miss me?)""Bien sûr!" (Of course!), Ariana exclaimed, throwing herself at the man in front of her. "The longer you're away, the more fluent you become and you look like a stranger." Ariana raised her head and looked at Chris with admiration. She then rubbed both sides of Chris's arms, clad in a leather jacket, and exclaimed, "Oh, look at your muscles. It seems like they're getting bigger as you get older." She teased him.Chris just nudged Ariana's head playfully. "Watch your words," he said. Ariana just chuckled.Folding her arms in front of her chest, Ariana looked at Chris scrutinizingly. "When did you come back? Why are you here? Are you planning to leave again?" she interrogated. Chris sat on his motorcycle seat, looking back at Ariana with his arms folded in front of him as well."I just got back, and you're already asking
"The day has already turned late. After a lunch, more precisely called dinner, Ariana asked Chris to take her wherever the man went. And here they are. In Chris's luxurious apartment. Ariana is enjoying the beauty of the city lights from several hundred meters above. Chris's apartment on the twenty-fifth floor has its own beautiful view. "It must be expensive to live here," Ariana comments without taking her eyes off the streets far below. "What's the point of my dad having a lot of money if it can't be enjoyed?" the man answers arrogantly." "Ariana scoffed. 'I thought you'd be living in a one-bedroom apartment or something,' she commented again. Considering Chris's less-than-ideal relationship with his father, Ariana had thought her friend would be independent. 'But I forgot that you're a super rich kid. So, it's only natural to have a fancy apartment like this palace.' There was a hint of sarcasm in Ariana's words that made Chris chuckle. He tousled Ariana's hair casually. He st
"Papa’s told me to deliver the check as a gift for Karenina. I went to their mansion, and you know, at that moment, I really wanted to laugh seeing the expressions of those luxurious house workers," Ariana tried to recall the moment she stepped into her mother's new home. "They looked at me as if I were a ghost. Of course, they had no idea that their Miss had a twin sister," Ariana snorted. "Who would talk about a bad past, right?" She asked rhetorically. "We hadn't seen each other for years. Is it too much to ask for a little warm welcome?" Ariana glanced at Chris. Chris nodded in agreement. "Unfortunately, even though I got that warm reception, they didn't really welcome me. In that woman's eyes, my arrival was like an oasis in a desert. And then, she, who hadn't asked about my well-being for years, suddenly asked me to replace Karenina," Ariana chuckled. Chris was stunned. "She wasn't there. My twin was said to be missing. No wonder when she came, she so gently requested my prese
Gerald glanced at the wall clock once again; it was already ten o'clock, and Ariana still hadn't returned. 'Could she have gone back to her parents' house?' Gerald shook his head. From the information he had gathered, Ariana had been living with Amber ever since they set up the restaurant. 'But she might have gone back to her parents' place,' he thought again, remembering how angry she had been when she left him at the restaurant. That possibility was still on the table. Gerald looked at his phone. He had Amber's number and Ariana's father's contact as well. But should he call them? If he did and Ariana wasn't there, it would only emphasize that their relationship was not going well. Gerald ran his hand through his hair. Or should he go back to the restaurant? At this hour, the restaurant probably hadn't closed yet. Ariana might have returned there to pick up her wallet and phone that she left behind. Gerald glanced at his phone lying on the nightstand. So far, there hadn't been any
Ariana stretched her body on the super comfy king-size bed, under the thick warm blanket. Her body felt incredibly comfortable, as if someone had massaged her entire body and relaxed all her muscles. And her sleep was deep and dreamless. Glancing at the wall clock in her room, she smiled. It was exactly five o'clock, and she felt proud of herself and her natural alarm clock. Ariana got up with a better spirit than the previous day. Last night, after obtaining Chris's credit card, Ariana had gone to the supermarket to buy her necessities. Change of clothes, toiletries, prayer items, and she even bought new shoes. Well, even though she would have to pay it back eventually, at least for now, she didn't have to worry about anything. All her comforts could be bought with a small piece of plastic now resting on her bedside table. She felt lucky to have a wealthy friend. Ariana's inner self swelled with pride. It allowed her to depend on something during this period of escape. Escape? Oh
"Ariana observed her surroundings. Comparing this to her experiences camping in the wilderness with native mountain folks, this was vastly different. Just look at the facilities available here: food stalls, toilets, and even a prayer room. If it were real mountain folks, facilities like these would definitely be absent. Ariana turned around and helped Chris unload all their gear - the tent they rented, firewood, and food supplies. Not to forget the hammock she had been imagining hanging between the pine trees. Chris set up his tent, and so did Ariana. They intentionally placed their tents facing each other. Chris planned to build a campfire between their tents. Afterward, Ariana spread out her sleeping bag inside her tent, then packed all the food they had bought before sealing the tent shut. She didn't want any stray cats to get to their raw food. Chris piled up wood to make a campfire. For cooking, they had brought their own portable gas stove, which they impulsively bought at th