Thoroughly disgusted and repulsed by Kate's unexpected move, Arthur pushed her away from him and bounded over the sofa, his long legs rushing to meet Victory who was standing shock-still in the foyer.  "Honey bun?" He asked cautiously, his eyes roaming over Victory's face, uncertainty shimmering from his pale blue orbs, hesitant over what he should do next. His hands fisted at the sides of his body, he desperately wanted to touch her but was afraid that she would push him away. Victory stared coldly at Kate before her gaze trails to Arthur, her emerald green eyes glacial and filled with disdain. Her facial expression was filled with contempt, disgust reverberating in waves from her body, belying the true feelings that she felt inside. "Hello, Kate. I didn't notice you there." Her voice slithered smoothly, dismissing Kate's presence like a speck of dust, as a mere disturbance while blatantly ignoring the kiss that she had just observed between Kate and Ar

Red-faced and choking on my saliva, I ran out of the living room to my bedroom, muttering some lame excuse to Faith about not feeling well.  My heart was pumping wildly, interlaced with fear and disbelief. Why did I have to say that? Why does my mouth always seem to get me in trouble? Urgh! I feel like punching myself, if that is even possible.  I went to lie on my bed, trying to make sense of my thinking. Strange thoughts popped up like bubbles on the beach, one after another. I gave out a frustrated sigh, trying very hard not to pull out all of my hair, thoroughly annoyed at myself.  As I was drowning myself in regret, my phone suddenly beeped, a message popping up on the screen. Relieved to have something to divert my attention, I picked up my phone.  Arthur: "Do you want me to accompany you tonight, honey bun?"  Speak of the devil and here he is. I huffed in annoyance, pursing my lips as I consider on ignoring the

"Arthur, what do you think happened between Faith and Aaron all those years ago in high school?" Victory asked after they have left the Halloween party.  Her forehead wrinkled as she tried to think of the connection between Aaron and Faith but nothing came to mind.  Victory has not been a good best friend to Aaron for the past few months. Granted, she has had her hands full with adopting to her new position at A. K. Media, battling Arthur in court over the custody of Astor and now rebuilding her relationship with Arthur. And whenever she would talk to Aaron, it was always about her problems and not his. She has not heard a peep from Aaron about the mysterious girl who took all his clothes and left it outside the toilet and she is curious about her. It was a relief that she was able to easily find his clothes, otherwise she might have to resort to taking the table cloth from the registration counter for Aaron to use to cover his nudity.

The next day arrived quickly. It is the day where Victory and Arthur will finally go on their third date.  Despite her excitement, this day also means that Victory will have to move her stuff from her Upper West Side Apartment to Arthur's apartment not far from Fifth Avenue. And just like any billionaire heiress out there, Victory has a LOT of STUFF in her apartment in the form of clothes and shoes.  Victory was so busy with packing and moving into Arthur's apartment that by the time the last box had arrived in Arthur's apartment, the sun had dipped in the horizon. Glancing at the time, she hurriedly entered her bathroom, she was feeling all hot and sticky and desperately needed a shower. Almost an hour later, she exited her walk-in closet, wearing a demure, white Ted Baker dress with a huge black bow across her chest. Perhaps this is Victory's way of saying she's gifting herself to Arthur, all wrapped nicely in Ted Baker's oversized bow.  

Two weeks later.  Unlike their wedding day debacle, Victory and Arthur's second attempt at getting married occurred during one of the worst downpours New York has ever seen.  The weather was increasingly tempestuous, the wind howling ferociously as the heavy and almost continual rain soaked each and every guest that arrived at the church. Even the bride and groom were not spared. Despite being shielded by a huge umbrella, the bottom half of Victory's dress was absolutely drenched by the time she made it inside the church's complex. Those who were superstitious might consider the gloomy weather as a bad omen, but Victory and Arthur were indifferent. The both of them only had eyes for each other and the weather was the least of their worries. In Arthur's case, he is more worried about Victory leaving him at the altar as she did the last time.  So, in order to avoid Victory from doing another episode of the runaway bride, Arthur ha