Sofia rolled her eyes. She had leaned back on the sofa in Robert's office, her eyes sharp as she looked at her college friend. But instead of being irritated, the woman, elegantly dressed in a yellow-flowered dress, just laughed. She was the kind of person who never escaped Robert's gaze."I told you, Sof, I told you to take care of Olive first. But you know what kind of guy Robert is, right?"Once again, they heard Sofia's exasperated sigh."You didn't suddenly lose the ability to speak, did you, Sof?" Robert asked, trying to hold back his laughter."You're unbelievable!" Sofia was genuinely annoyed now. "Whose idea was this, anyway?""Mommy's, Sof. You know Gissella Anastashia's way of speaking.""Oh my God! Was it a dream I had last night?" She immediately took out her planner. "Can't it be postponed to her trip to Sydney?""And I lose a multi-billion-dollar project? No way.""Your wedding is postponed, Robert!" Sofia declar

Like this, waking up on a workday feel? Incredibly nice. Seriously. Not thinking about anything except waking up feeling much more refreshed. Even though Olive knew she had a lot of agendas to handle, including preparations for her wedding. Today, her schedule includes a meeting with Sofia to discuss the wedding details and preparations for the party later in the afternoon. She deliberately chose an afternoon time slot for the party to avoid any complications. If she gets tired, she can just enter her hotel room.Simple, right?"Morning, Bee," Thomas greeted, holding a tray with a bowl and a glass of water. Olive's brow furrowed slightly."You're already up?" She quickly pulled back the blanket and gave her husband a suspicious look. "When?""An hour ago," Thomas grinned. "Didn't have the heart to wake you. You must be really tired from last night."Olive pouted. "You weren't working overtime in front of a laptop, but the kind of overtime that made

Seira never expected that Marta, who was supposed to be set up with Robert, is Olive's boss at the office. How does this history and their stories intertwine like this? Is this the path they were meant to follow? But isn't it true that no one is at fault for everything that has happened?The atmosphere at the dining table is unexpectedly lively. Seira had prepared herself to try and get along with Marta. She didn't want the girl to feel left out during this lunch invitation, especially when her future in-laws would arrive shortly. She needed to fit in since Marta and Daniel were her future family. Plus, Marta had been appointed as the bridesmaid on Robert's side.Surprisingly, the situation is quite enjoyable. Gisel herself seems to like Olive and engages in a lot of conversation with her. Marta, too. Both of them are new subjects of interest and receive numerous questions from Gisel, no matter what the topic. Especially Olive, who will be having her reception soon.

After returning from her future stepfather's apartment, Olive received a piece of advice that made her furrow her brow."Don't let there be any stains on your neck and around it, okay? Remember that."Olive had initially wanted to protest, but Seira had already waved her hand, so Olive quickly got into her car, taking with her a paper bag of her mother's cooking. She planned to enjoy it with Thomas at home.It turned out that her mother's warning was due to the dress she was wearing today, which exposed her neck and cleavage. Her chest looked just perfect, and the size was just right. No drama of having to adjust or mend any seams to make the dress fit perfectly.And what amazed her the most was her hair. The ombre light grey, which gracefully touched her shoulders and the front of her chest, looked very bright. She had gotten her hair done a day before the party. Thomas hadn't blinked an eye when he saw the result.One word was all Olive needed to

Seira's mind was in turmoil. Her thoughts drifted back to herself over a dozen years ago when she stood next to a man, holding hands with their daughter. With a joyful expression, she saw off the man who was her husband back then. Complete with many prayers, including affectionate words, "I'll be waiting for you to come home. Don't forget to drop me a line from home.""You just stay calm," the man said. Nothing more, not even a loving kiss for their daughter. Maybe he was too busy or in too much of a hurry, but the man who was the father of their daughter left just like that. Seira didn't have any thoughts or bad premonitions clouding her life back then.When the news reached her, exactly two hours after the flight took off, she felt her world shatter. Her heart was in turmoil, but... she didn't expect another surprise. A harsh one. It made her feel like death was a suitable gift for those two traitors.She went through one drama after another, and finally, Seir