Grand ma Patterson had girsts over at the mansion. She usually did that in preparation for the annual Memorial ceremony she normally had for her late husband. "I believe these patterns would look lovely on the new interiors. How soon until your second grand daughter walks down the aisle?" Mrs Yvette asked. She was a long time friend and event planner for the Patterson family. "Oh darling Gloria just wants to take her time. You know, to avoid making the same mistakes her sister did. We have downed enough shame to last us a lifetime already." Grandma Patterson replied. The hot, sultry afternoon air blew at them, as they sat in Grandma Patterson's beautiful, plush garden. "Oh, about that though. I hear the man is rich now. Do you know how that happened? Some people say he has pure luck, while others say you saved him a fortune and probably gave him some connections to the wealth he's acquired and others assume he is into drugs." Mrs Yvette said to her. "Speculations, speculations. D

The garden sprung with life as the bright lights came on, lighting up the evening sky. The red china lamps had been set up on the tents which had been set up for the D-jay, and the food and drinks. "This is so beautiful, and modern if you ask me, Mrs Patterson." Mrs Yvette, the event planner for the Patterson said in complacency regarding her own work. Grandma Patterson was dressed in a white lace, that bundled around her ankle, and had ruffled hands. Her white hair had been curled and styled in a braid which she pinned behind her head, and a beautiful flower Garland sat on her head, as it did on the heads of nearly everyone. "Yes, a garden celebration was a much more appropriate venue. I almost feel like I can inhale his presence in the wind, amongst the flowers." Grandma Patterson replied wiping a tear drop from her eye. "He is smiling down at you from wherever he is." Mrs Yvette said. Just then, Phoebe and Seth walked in. Seth wore a plain white shirt, which was open a few bu

"How did last night go?" Melanie asked Phoebe as they walked down the streets of fifth Avenue. They were headed towards the fashion store they usually got materials from. "Well, he was furious that is for sure. But, he just acted as though he was cool with the whole thing, and when he was done talking, he got up and went to bed." Phoebe replied. "Wow, anyway, that serves him right. I honestly think you should give Marlin a chance. I mean if we are being honest, he is way better than that Rivera of a man. I honestly don't know what you saw in him to begin with." Melanie scoffed. "I think we should ease up on the suggestions and think about what clothes to wear for the fashionista party Friday night." Phoebe said to her. As they walked forward, they came across a boutique that had a beautiful dress she liked. "I think you should totally get, let's go inside." Melanie said to her. As they walked into the store, they came across a beautiful lilac dress that had rose flowers pinned a

Seth smiled as he walked Aidan up to the pretty lady at the table. She smiled up at them and put forth her hand for a shake. "It is lovely to meet you again, Mr. Rivera." She smiled up at him. Dylan kissed the back of her hand and took the seat across from her. Aidan joined him with a silly smile on his face. "So, Mr. Rivera, friend of yours?" She asked, admiring Aidan. "Exquisitely so. His name is Aidan Patterson of the famous Patterson family ." Seth replied prestigiously. "How... opulent."she replied. "Hi, I am Dahlia Ramirez." She put her hand forth for him to shake it. Aidan took the hand with a silly smile on his face, and kissed the back of her band just like Seth had. "It is a beautiful pleasure to meet you too, Miss Ramirez. " He said. "Dahlia, please, call me Dahlia. I think it would sound much better on your lips." She smirked at him. Seth was extremely surprised and amused to see Aidan Patterson blush like a little girl. He continued to watch in amazement as Aidan

Phoebe woke up with the sun streaming in through the curtains. She had slept through like a baby and had awoken to the sound of tweeting birds at the window. She turned around to touch Seth, but he was not there. Afraid that he had immediately regretted his actions and had probably rushed out angrily. Phoebe sat there with her head in her hands, close to tears for having been so stupid. Yet, last night, he had shown her so much passion she could only have believed that he wanted it too. Now? Now she was just not sure anymore. Her scattered hair fell onto her hands in a mass as she continued to fret for what he could have been thinking in that moment. She fell abck in bed, clutching the sheets to her chest tight. With a sigh, she decided to get up and head back to her room, before he returned and threw a feat at the sight of her still in his bed. Phoebe picked up her lingerie and threw it over her body, sulking her way to the door, she pulled it open. Not expecting to run into him