“...you. Are you perhaps…”
“Blind? Yeah, I am.” The woman responds with a smile. Rupert was taken aback by her nonchalant response. He assumed the woman may be quite sensitive about it, but to his surprise, it seemed not to be the case.
“Surprised?”
“…a bit?” Rupert thoughtlessly responds.
“Hehehe…everyone has their first impressions. And don't worry, I didn't see anything back there. Well…as far as my eyes are concerned, that is.” The woman implies as she shows a cheeky smile. “Uhmm…you guys were pretty loud back there,”
Rupert rolls his eyes. He doesn’t care about such things. In fact, doing it in public is a thrilling thing for him.
Lianna Callis Smith…The youngest daughter of Mr. Damascene Smith, owner of Smith Constructions. The alienated princess in the Smith household.And...the blind girl behind the innocent face.Initially, she was just a pest. A nosy girl that kept putting me at a loss for words. Someone who kept challenging the domineering authority I always imposed to everyone surrounding me.Always clothed with boring oversized shirts, along with her pair of white, ragged headphones dangling on her neck like a piece of jewelry. The woman was the first to dare doing the opposite to how everyone was usually treating me.Time flew. We kept bumping into each other randomly. May it just be on the sides
The wedding…went exactly as they planned. All the characters now gathered in one room. Jasper glances at Lianna.They managed to arrive at this very moment. All that’s left is to finish it with a bang. But both of them knew that’s not going to be easy. Lianna’s expression said it all. She was still shaking, obviously affected by what happened. Not knowing what to do, his hand unconsciously reaches her back, patting her softly.Their eyes immediately met. Even without words, they knew exactly what the other felt. They knew there’s still lingering feelings despite their preparation. However, hearing the voice of the newly-arrived guest, Jasper clenched his fist and took a heavy sigh.Unlike Lianna, he had another method in mind.
“Ha! You’re truly out of your mind!” Natalia scoffs before rolling her eyes. Such a thing was delusional in her ears. Eridessa felt the same way.“You? Someone like you capable of doing that? Hahahaha! That’s a good laugh! You got to have your stories straight enough to sound a lot more convincing!”As expected, they weren’t buying it. Instilled deeply in their minds is the fact that she’s still the lowest of the low. That for someone like her to uttering ambitious words was a still dream, impossible and laughable.The anxiety within her immediately vanished into thin air whenever the two ladies spouted their usual insults. It’s like a huge chunk of the burden weighing down her delicate shoulders was lifted, r
"Ugh…"A strong, irritating sensation came flashing in Lianna's eyes, damping her sensitive eyelids with a familiar warmth. With eyes still half-open, the wooden ceiling greeted her blurry sight.Feeling the soft surface of the white, linen sheets, she lazily pulls herself upward in a sitting position, wearing turquoise-colored pajamas. Her right palm raised to block the peeking sunlight from the white curtains. Hearing a soft cluttering noise beyond the door, she gets up with groggy steps, eventually finding herself in the kitchen.“Oh, you're up? Perfect timing. I made omelets! Have a seat.” Lacey Mitchell greets her with a smile, with two plates at hand. She silently pulls a chair and drops herself, with arms crossed above the wooden table.
“We’ve arrived, madam” A voice brought her slumbering senses back to reality. Giving a nod to the man in front, she fixes herself before exiting the black, luxurious vehicle. Accompanied by a well-suited young man, she enters the lavish, commercial skyscraper through the detached VIP entrance. Days may have passed, but the bomb they threw that day was still the craze. It continued to linger throughout all corners of high society. So much that it eventually reached…that person’s ears. Evading the sights of any influential person present in the building, the man guided her inside the VIP elevator, situated on the separate corner of the grand lobby. The elevator itself was s
She felt herself shaking as the words she dreaded far too long escaped her lips. The slumbering anger inside her, the shattered hopes of a young child who yearned for her father and brother's love. The innocent wishes that weren't supposed to be begged for. Those hopelessness, accumulated by the passage of time, made her question the very meaning of her existence.These people in front of her…were the first…to break her.How cruel must they be?"Oh? Don't act like you're surprised now. You knew it, so damn well. I may have carried YOUR name, yet you NEVER accepted me as YOUR OWN." "And family you say? Are you kidding me?...Since when was I treated like the Smith's sole princess…? Fuck being a princess, I wasn't even treated like a decent human being in your fucking grand mansion!"She screamed bloody hell, unable to suppress the surging emotions. Her breathing staggered, her nails found its way to her palms, digging deeper to her delicate skin. Yet she paid no mind. What's circling h
"Where are you? Come to my office if you have time this afternoon." Reading the message sent by Leonard Kreisler, Lianna traverses on to the same hallway she passed earlier, wanting to exit the building as soon as possible. The clicking noises sourcing from the high footwear she uncomfortably wore, as it hit the marbled surface of the floor echoed through the deafening silence of the corridors. Keeping herself busy by maintaining focus towards the same VIP elevator she previously rode, a vibration from her phone distracted her. "How did it go?" A single message popped on the screen. It was from Jasper. Her husband. Yet despite their newly-published label, her fingers stopped in their tracks, halting to what seemed to be a reply. She couldn’t find the words appropriate enough to be a reply. How did it go? Did it end well? Bad? Did meeting her previous family satisfied her in the end? Angered her? Lianna felt through countless emotions in just minutes. She felt suffocated being in
"Hey, sir Romero. Do I look shabby?" Lianna’s voice echoed through the elevator. It was just them three inside. With their figures reflected on the glossy finish of the lift, she shifts her gaze on the man on her left side. Still on his prim and proper stance, Lance didn’t even flinch by her sudden remark. She couldn’t help but think about it earlier. She didn’t think about appearances when her sight was still blurry. How could she, when it's taking her all just to move forward without bumping on something and injuring herself. Yet, things have changed in just one day. The clothes she frequently wore wouldn’t suffice for the status she currently possesses. It was the first time she went out since the wedding. Though with the initial agenda of meeting her ex-family, she still picked out the nicest thing she owned from her closet,