Stephano checked the time on his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. He wondered why Rose hadn't yet returned back. His gaze kept on lingering in the direction to which she had disappeared. How long did it take just to apply some touch-ups? He drew a breath and thought of looking for her but then heard the sounds of the loud thunder and lightning. Taking his eyes towards the large opened windows, the heavy rain came like snow and along with it came with a strong breeze. And, his mind thought of her. Her smile which could light up his entire world. He was still anxious about her not returning. He was tapping his feet continuously and couldn't wait any longer. The woman was taking too long to arrive and he wanted this out of the way. If this could mean that Rose could only belong to him then he wouldn't mind at all. He was ready to take it without any ease. His insides were jolting up with impatience and with a low hiss straightened his suit. He decided to go and bring her out to the

Rose flickered her eyes open. Her eyes were first casted upon the familiar ceiling in her bedroom. She hissed a little feeling a little pang in her head. “You are awake my love.” Her gaze sharply turned to her right to see Stephano seated so close to her on the bed. His eyes on her were soft and a smile adorned his lips. His expression had softened and his lips let out constant sighs of reliefs. Rose only blinked at him but didn't say anything before she felt him holding her hand and bringing it to his lips. He gently pecked her hand not taking his adoring eyes away from her. The eyes that would once stir her insides. And, now she only looked at him coldly. Wondering why he did what he did with her and somehow acting casual about it. It was irritating her more than ever. “You had a very high fever and your blood pressure spiked up a little. Thank God you are alright my love.” He brought her hand to kiss it again but she took her hand away from him before she turned to the opposite

“You want to travel to France?” Mr Foyer was surprised that his daughter asked for this. His brows knotted lowly eyeing his daughter who seemed to be in deep thoughts. Her fever had long subsided and she was a lot better. “Any sudden commitments or plans over here dear?” He enquired but only realizing Rose wasn't even paying attention. She had been in her own world since he walked into her room this morning to check up on her health. “Rose? What's the matter?” He held her hand and Rose had to blink before looking at her father. “What were you saying father....” “I was asking why the sudden trip to France? And, right now?” Rose forced a smile before shifting on her bed. “There is nothing as such father. I just want to take some weeks break from here that's all. Yesterday's launch party was a success thanks to Alana and so I would like to provide myself a solo vacation. Just to relax.” She said but she knew this was her only way to escape from Stephano. She didn't like his tone and wh

Azazel was seated by the bar and already twirling his tumbler while staring into space. His face completely dull and frigid. Rose made her way into the room and saw his back completely stretched out on both sides giving his back view a more rigid look. It seemed Azazel took notice of her presence as he snapped his neck behind to now look at her. He wasn't surprised to see her but he was rather more disappointed at himself. He couldn't manage to stop his family's reputation from now going under. To think that his father had made a prediction like this years ago. “Leave me alone. I don't want to see anyone.” He said gulping his brandy and stomping the tumbler against the table. He turned his back to Rose once more before pouring himself another drink. A little sniffle followed and Rose only got her other foot inside the all silent room except the whistle sound of brandy being poured into the glass. Her heels made a creek noise against the marbled ties as she approached him. Even she

Stephano De Luan. That very day he extended his hand towards her. A truce for the beginning of a friendship. Somehow Rose knew that it was a deep feeling at first sight. Even before the word love could be imprinted in her head as a concept, she knew she felt something strong for Stephano. She could vividly recall each and every detail. His face was almost unreadable but his eyes were fierce and sharp piercing towards her. She remembered his left foot was in front and his right foot a little behind giving that pose of a poise gentleman in a black suit. His hair a little tousled to one side but was still gelled to perfection. How one strand was so stubborn that it tried to massacre his entire hair but couldn't because he was just so... beautiful with his alluring eyes. His right hand extended towards her as she only clunged her notepad towards her aching and heaving chest. He had taken her to a corner away from Angelique and the other kids. She recalled not even able to muster up a th