Arya fiddled around the hall, making sure to pen down the important things in her brain, such as the arranged inherited glass that spelt 'Brookes' or the carefully carved ceramics that shined in the hall.And, the doors, they were all lined up in a linear manner, making her lips twitch upward once in a while, her stomach suddenly churning, what was she supposed to do for the next three hours? Seat down and master the heart of the Brookes? It didn't sounded like what she would actually do.Her friends? They would be eager to have a talk with her, she pushed up her cell phone, before she rang a text to them, suddenly growing giddy, before she clutched her coat and down to Imperial Restaurant. Her dirty-minded friends, she was about to meet them.__"Arya. Over here." A figure waved her hands excitedly, her hands motioning over to the table filled with exotic foods, Arya clutched her jacket, before she walked over there.Her eyes scanned her best friends, making sure they were okay. Her

They are your friends, how possibly could they hate you?Do they hate me?Why in the devil would they hate me?We are friends.Thoughts circulated her mind, as she throttled down the hall of Devon's mansion, a dread feeling creeping up her heart, sher fingers scraped her dress, and she walked, rather slowly.She sighed to herself, it wasn't her fault she got entangled with Devon Brookes- or maybe it was, she had been the one kissing him, hell over tongues with his. And now, her best friends hate her, Wanda completely detested her, and her family hadn't even figured out, cause if they do, they would freak, badly, they would cut ties with her.Cut ties with her? Her face paled in horror, how possibly could they do that? They were family, family, but she lied, hell, she had always been lying, her whole life was formed around lies. She lied to her parents, and she was still lying to herself.She bit her lower lips, before she faced the door that linked to the room, another creepy feeling

And, even though, Arya wasn't in a good mood, she till drove over to Devon's office, even though it was senseless, why would she run to him? She couldn't fall in his arms and cry like a little baby, all she wanted was just to be closer to him, at least, seeing his face was okay.Driving recklessly down the road, she could have sworn she saw a car flashing through her side, hurriedly she pulled the breaks, the car coming to a quick halt, she panted heavily, her chest heaving as a sign of panic, did she just almost got into an accident?The whole word felt strange, panic crept through her skin and downwards unto her pale face, she remained there, in the car seat, her hands hanging on the wheels.Thud!A hand knocked on her screen, and she stared, her eyes widened in panic. Another gentle knock, and only then, did she push down the door of the car, before she walked out of the car."Hey." The voice ringed dangerously into her ears. "Were you trying to kill me just now?" His inky hair dra

Imperial Restaurant,2:45pm.Clara passed the lobsters down to Anna's plate. "There you go, I know you are hungry, just have some more meat." Clara smiled, her gaze low.Anna stared at her, snorted internally, but in reality, she coughed out a faint smile, before picking up the cutlery, with a mouthful of meat, she asked. "Clara. How is Arya? Have you heard about her?"Clara stared elsewhere, her heart beating furiously, she didn't want to say it in fear of annoying Anna, but it all sounded weird, the facade sounded weird, ever since she fired Arya, she hadn't felt the least at peace of mind. She felt like she had did something wrong, she had dishonoured their friendship for so much long.She was light-headed, so she only rubbed the hemline of her forehead, "I don't feel so good about what we did to Arya."Anna's eyes glistened with fury. "What are you saying?"In an attempt not to hurt her best friend, Clara kept shut and focused on her food. "It's okay."Anna rolled her eyes, before

Hell, Arya was supposed to be crying, pulling her hair and yanking it apart, but she wasn't. She had cried all day, locked her self up in her room- clearly Devon's room, but technically, they were faking marriage, hell, she didn't even care if that word existed.Her eye lids was shining red, her eyes flicking around the room, she wasn't in the mood, but her mind was concentrated on the ticking of the clock, so much, she thought it would make her feel better. But it didn't. The ticking had affected her brain, it brought the creeps to her heart, and it certainly affected her way of thinking, because all she did now was stare dazly at the wall.She flipped over from the side of the bed, sniffing again, her coloured dimming blonde hair was yanked across her face, and her lips puckered once in a bit. She lied on the bed, her head resting on the pillow, her face was bland, no emotions, sick, her eyes had lost its colour, and she thought whether she would be sick.Her eyes stared around, but