ELAINE (CATHERINE) ... I was working in my office. Mostly, taking the brief of the entire week. Although I don't usually involve myself in office work, I take briefs every week. I was busy checking the reports, when my phone vibrated, making me frown. Keeping my specs on the desk, I received a call from an unknown number. "Yes?" "Miss Agosti?" Immediately a deep, gentle tone soothed my ear. I pursed my lips. "Umm- who's speaking?" I asked. "It's me, Edward Reinford." I don't know what happened to me but something tingling rushed in my veins at the mention, reminding me of the warmth he offered me in the lift yesterday. "Uh-yes, mr Reinford. How may I help you?" "Can you meet me over lunch?" He asked. "At lunch?" I was startled at the sudden asking out. "Hmm... I want you to write something special for my daughter and want to discuss that. Are you free?" He was polite and... Warm. So, it's about his daughter? "Alright, we can do that." "Thanks, I will text you the address a

ELAINE (CATHERINE) ... "Why did you meet him today?" Marco suddenly asked me in the lift, catching me off guard. I looked up at his blank dark gaze, not understanding the meaning behind his question. Was he inquiring me with distrust? perchance, he noticed my questioning stare, he added, "I mean, you met him yesterday, right? I'm just asking." Although I wasn't quite pleased I looked away, "He requested me to prepare something special for his daughter and I needed more details." I replied truthfully but in a rigid way. Marco didn't say anything else. The lift opened on the first floor as we walked through the hall, when... "Marco?" A female tone stopped us. It's a woman and the first thing that came to my mind was, she is beautiful and... Somewhat familiar. However, her eyes were focused on Marco only who seemed a little stiffened at her presence. She smiled beautifully at him, "Hey, after so long..." And hugged him. "Hi... Bianca." "What brought you here?" Bianca asked again

EDWARD ... I stood at the doorstep like a zombie, don't really know what step should I take after messing it up. Yes, I kissed her, and it wasn't my hallucination when I saw the same emotion in her beautiful eyes. The way she used to look at me. Perhaps, it happened on a whim for her, but not for me. It fucking meant everything to me! Witnessing the same old feelings she used to have for me! Which disappeared soon against her morals. I am positive, I won't let her leave us this time. I need her. Della needs her. However, I also couldn't find a freaking way to set her apart from Marco. The worst thing was, they lived under the same roof! The more I think that the more I feel like dying inside, although I have already taken a step to get her back..."Sir, Miss Frost is trying to reach you." My housekeeper informed me. "Hmm..." I took the phone from him with a frown. Why couldn't she just keep quiet for some time? Why didn't I realise how clingy she is all the time? If I look back,

ELAINE (CATHERINE) I turned around the phone as it kept ringing. It's Marco, calling me for the last one hour which I ignored and looked back at the peaceful morning seaside. Sitting on the porch, attached to my room I am trying to clear my head. And positively, I failed. My mind was thrusting back to Edward and the little moments he kept creating in such short times. He was like a sharp needle around my toxic wound, that cleared out the gunk which was painful, yet relaxing enough. Surprisingly, last night I slept peacefully... Yes, for the first time in four years that happened though it shouldn't after that crazy incident with Marco. I don't know why, but Edward's presence in my life had changed lots of things, including my one-way thought. He forced me to think that I could do well without Marco's support. He forced me to feel that I am capable of feeling emotions toward a man. However, one thing I didn't like was how he left me alone last night with no return. A servant later

ELAINE (CATHERINE) ... Marco reached shortly after me. Seeing him suddenly that nurse's word rang in my head. Pressing my lips harder, I tried to hold my smile in this situation. Honestly, I can't blame her. We both share the same last name and calling him father, also appeared with different partners. So... Dr Stephano was standing in front of the emergency room, probably waiting for us... "Mr Agosti is awake. He wants to talk to you... Only you two." He enhanced the last part. After taking needed hygiene precautions, we entered and sat on both sides. Dr. Stephano followed us in and stood at one corner, maintaining the respective gap. Alberto slowly raised his hands and held ours. In just three days he Become thinner and pale. My eyes blurred with tears, yet I held myself strongly. His lips parted, smiling weakly at me. "You... came... I know... You... Will..." He hardly said those words, making me break out in tears. I felt his soft and light pats over my hand. "Your old... Ma