Three months later The doctor has been driving for quite a while now and she still had no idea where she was taking her. She didn't say a word about this trip. She had just handed her a beautiful blue dress, told her to wear it and there she was, dying with impatience as they were driving into the unknown. Selena hummed, excitingly looking outside the window, “Sooo, you really won’t tell me where we’re going, huh?” “Nops.” She watched the doctor smoothly steering the wheel with her left hand, a bit amazed at the control she had. She was sophisticatedly dressed, wearing a burgundy suit with a stylish blazer and high heels. She exuded sex appeal accompanied with that usual air of intimidation of hers. She bit her lower lips, secretly fangirling over her, “God, I can't. You look so sexy in that suit… Are we like… maybe, going to a five-star restaurant or something?” She smiled slowly, dazzling her, making her heart race, “You’re relentless.” Selena pouted, crossing h

When her siblings left the room, Selena frowned towards her father. It seemed that Veronica had not been exaggerating when she told her that their father was sick... because right now as she looked at him, she could barely recognize him. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight and looked quite pale. Who would have thought that this was indeed Gregory Alexander Chase, one of the cleverest sharks in the law industry? She approached the bed, brought her arms around herself before asking, filling the silence, “Here I am. So make it quick… because the last person I want to see on Earth is you.” She made sure her tone was harsh. She made sure that he would understand that she was still furious at him and nothing would ever change between them. He seemed to be in a daze as he observed her, watching how beautiful she was. It had only been a few years and it felt as if it had been an eternity since he saw her, “Selena…” She gritted, “Don’t take my name.” Gregory Chase sighed, loo

Eight months later Museum of Modern Arts, Manhattan Selena held her breath, seeing everything moving fast around her. A famous exhibit designer was standing by her side, going through a detailed plan of how the items would be displayed. She talked about wall colors and layouts, constantly asking Selena for her approval. She saw the workers handling her canvases, installing and hanging her art pieces all around the area under the close supervision of designer. Rodriguo Gonzalez walked into the room, spreading his arms wide open as he laughed in her direction, speaking loudly without a care, “Selena! Selena, my dear! This is wonderful!” Selena grinned, meeting him halfway, accepting the big hug and quick loud pecks on her cheeks, “Thank you so much! It wouldn’t be possible without you!” He scoffed, “Don’t let me take all the credit, my dear. You have such a beautiful soul. I’ll check in with the director to go over some final details and I’ll be back to you.” “Thanks, take your time

One year laterYork’s Family House“You little devil, you’re getting paint all over me!” April only laughed as she climbed on Selena’s laps, smudging blue paint on her cheek. She was sitting on the floor before a wall she had just starting painting. “I want a blue unicorn!”     Selena held her, looking towards Billy, grimacing, “Grandpa won’t like that on his fresh and beautiful white wall, right?” Selena cleared her voice, getting his attention, as she deliberately coughed, arching an eyebrow, “Right?!”      Billy glanced at them from the kitchen counter and laughed heartily, “Of course, my princess can paint a blue unicorn if she wants one.” April victoriously giggled at Selena, hugging her, “Can we paint one, mommy? Please?” Selena relented, selecting a smaller, more appropriate br

Cassandra looked at herself in the vertical mirror. The white suit she wore was tailor-made. A small blue flower was pinned below her shoulder. She instinctively moved a loose strand of her hair aside to not obstruct its sight. She exhaled slowly. Why was she getting so nervous? Was it alright to be this nervous?    She walked to one of the windows overlooking the garden of the manor they had rented and she tried to calm herself down. From where she was, she could see the guests were already seated in queued white chairs. The place was generously decorated with fabrics and flowers, leaving everything elegant.      It contrasted well with the greenery and white rose bushes. A bit further, she could see the pond where majestic swans were swimming. They would probably do some photoshoots there later. “Lovely creatures.” She muttered hoarsely under her breath, trying to distract herself.       Her