Evelyn had been looking for a way to show up to face her daughter, and after the silly behavior of her son, Owen, she decided to grab the opportunity to visit her dearest daughter. Owen had spilled to her that even though their crazy in law had lost his memories, he was still as annoying as ever. That particular fact made Evelyn decide to quickly look into things and fast. With Nathan's arrogance and pride, he could be in another trouble, and by then, Fernando wouldn't even spare Doris in the process!She gave a slight knock on the door, and waited patiently for a reply. She had at least given Doris the privilege of pre-announcement, telling her hours ago that she would be visiting so they must have been expecting her already. Doris and Nathan stared at each other, knowing fully well that Evelyn would be the one at the door. What surprised them however was how gentle she had been with the knock. Normally she would have banged on the doors like she wanted to break them down. "You kn

Owen stared at Mitchell with a calm expression, though on the inside, he'd been freaking out. "Um, hi Mitchell." He found himself muttering. What happened to his confidence? He couldn't tell. "W-what are you doing along this path--" "Are you stalking me?" Asked Mitchell. Owen frowned, then an helpless anger began to simmer inside of him. "Why have you suddenly turned into this? I thought you and I used to be closer than this. Why have you suddenly changed, Mitchell?" The young woman smiled. "There's a restaurant just over there. We should head there to talk. Don't you think?" She asked but before she should accompany any reply from him, she her already began to amble over to the restaurant. Owen cowered his head low and began to follow behind, and together in silence, they made their way to the restaurant. "Make your orders and I'll pay." She said, then began to rummage through her bag for her purse. This caused Owen to scoff in disbelieve. "You know I can handle a couple of bu

For the first time in weeks, Isla made her way over to Nathan again, and she couldn't even explain how exactly she was feeling. For one reason, she was angry. Very frustrated that he was still married to his goddamn wife! She loved him and would always do. And yet, not even for once had he reciprocated her feelings. Heaving in a deep sigh, she advanced forward to make a knock on the door. "Don't worry, Isla. Breath it in," and with that, she made a knock on the door. It hadn't been a loud bang, rather barely more than a slight knock, but almost immediately, the door had flung wide open. "Oh God, you're back..." He was standing before her, staring like he had been day dreaming, probably wondering what the fuck she had been doing at his footstep. "Oh I thought you were someone else," he said so apologetically. That frustrated her even more. He had probably been excited thinking that she was his dear wife! She had better not show her true emotions to avoid failing on the first day of h

Evelyn was with her other queens, and they had nearly ended their meeting. She listened carefully to Regina's silly talks about how she was powerful and well respected. She purposely pointed fingers at Evelyn, stating that she had been less important just because she was going through some rough times. Evelyn was silent all through the time because she didn't even bother to pay attention to their silly talks. All she could focus her kind was on her family. She realized that her family had been falling apart slowly. He husband had been acting strangely towards her for reasons she couldn't even explain. But then, she hoped it had been for a great cause. She couldn't even put her mind on that for long. Then there was the issue with her daughter and then with her enemies, Fernando and Manuel. Doris wasn't safe at all. And she felt like a terrible mother for not being able to do anything about that. There was always something to do. She would gain power no matter the cost. What she neede

Regina was a strong woman, and so her brains and discoveries have been ignored and underestimated, undervalued and patronized... yet, alas, not with financial support. So she used that to her advantage. She have had a great positive effect without attention, the same way as housework or cooking does. You keep on "feeding" people, they eat and leave, some thank you and some don't. They will take from you in ways they'd never take from a man of social standing and academic worth. It still sucks though. It would be nice to be respected for what she brought, for what she had figured out and the good effects it had had. She was a passionate woman and was very different from her daughter, Mitchell , who had always lived a life filled with joy and happiness. As a girl, Mitchell loved pretty ribbons and climbing trees. She loved science and poetry. And as well loved having long hair and wearing party dresses. She ran cross-country, competing hard, often being asked to run with the boys bec