The car returned to being noiseless as they waited for the lights to turn green. Mason's eyes peered at the traffic light until it gave a sign for him to go. He stepped on the acceleration and the car zoomed off with a high sweep. They drove for twenty-five more minutes until Mason finally halted the car.He noticed there were no motions or words or even any attentiveness from Samantha for a couple of minutes. His head slanted to the back, redirecting his eyes to Samantha. "We're here?" he announced and those words echoed in Samantha's head."The keys," Samantha ordered instead. Mason moaned under his breath, biting on his bottom lips to prevent himself from saying anything. "Have you gone deaf? I said give the keys to me!" Samantha exclaimed. Did Mason have a choice? Of course not.Without any protest from him, he surrendered the keys to Samantha and got out of the car.He placed his hands on his waist and quickly scanned around. He knew very well that he wasn't supposed to sh
Mason walked hastily into the kitchen, leaving the staff there both baffled and scared as they all thought he might be a psychopath. Amidst the panic, Mason found two doors, the back was the easiest and only way of escape. Mason walked out the door that had 'EXIT' inscribed boldly on it.With bated breath, Mason pushed open the heavy door leading to the back alley.Carefully he peeked outside to see if his attackers were still out there.Unfortunately for Mason, they were lingering around and had everywhere guarded, pretending they were just normal citizens. "Shit" Mason's curse died in his throat.Mason's mind raced as he considered his options. He knew that simply fleeing through the alley would be too risky— they could easily catch up to him. His gaze fell upon a fire escape ladder, extending vertically against the restaurant's brick wall. This was a risk he was taking. If he doesn't move carefully, the gang will notice him.Summoning his courage, Mason gripped the ladder and
Just when Mason thought he had successfully escaped Quinn, he bumped into Uncle Roger. A perfect way to ruin the rest of his day.His eyes wandered, looking for a way to hide from him. Mason's urge to escape made him fail to notice the low table situated at the corner, where a golden flower pot, adorned with beautiful gems sat.As Mason turned to leave, his foot caught on the table's leg, sending it wobbling and crashing the unsuspecting flower pot. The once tranquil scene shattered in an instant. Fragments of porcelain and shards of petals scattered across the ground, leaving behind a trail of broken beauty.Horrified, Mason knelt, his hands trembling as he surveyed the damage he had unintentionally caused. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that this accident had disrupted the beauty of that unnoticeable corner. The delicate roses, once a symbol to remember old man Hutton, now lay in disarray.Mason began gathering the broken pieces, careful to avoid harming himself further. As h
Mason sat at the edge of the front porch, his eyes fixed on the horizon. As the sun began its slow descent, a symphony of colors emerged, casting a spell over the landscape.The first brushstrokes of the sunset painted the sky in soft pastel pinks and purples, like a gentle caress. The fading light transformed the atmosphere into a realm of enchantment, casting long shadows that danced across the Huttons' mansion.Mason's gaze remained steadfast, his spirit uplifted by the magical display. He imagined himself as a part of the vibrant scene, twirling and dancing amidst the ever-changing colors, feeling the warmth of the fading sun on his face.'This is relaxing,' he thought.As the sun sank lower, the palette intensified. Streaks of fiery orange and brilliant gold ignited the sky, as if setting the heavens ablaze. The clouds, mere wisps of cotton, glowed with an ethereal radiance, their edges kissed by the golden light.Mason closed his eyes, allowing the symphony of colors to perm
Excitement brimmed within Samantha as they arrived at the center of the living room, her eyes gleaming with anticipation."Hold on," she told her stylist as she rushed to a corner.Samantha screamed at the top of her lungs, demanding immediate attention. The commotion caught the attention of everyone standing nearby as they rushed towards her."What's the matter?" Quinn's gentle voice cut through the chaos, capturing Samantha's attention.Samantha's face contorted with rage, and a tirade of curses and frustration spilled from her lips."Who did this? How dare this happen to me?" she exclaimed, her voice echoing through the narrow hall. "This was my favorite flower pot! Someone must pay for this!" She declared as she picked up a fragment of the flower pot that Octavia forgot to take out.Her outburst caught the attention of Uncle Roger, who had been occupied in the kitchen. He approached her cautiously, his voice calm and composed, "What is wrong young Missus?" "Have you gone blind?
Mason found himself walking alone on a bitterly cold night. He had no choice but to go out and do the impossible. Mason had a chance to run for his life but of what use will it be when he wasn't done planning his revenge?The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow on the snow-covered landscape. The air was crisp, biting at his cheeks as he ventured forth.Mason's breath formed small clouds in front of him, a visible testament to the frigid temperature. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the stillness, creating a rhythmic cadence that matched the beating of his heart.Wrapped in a heavy coat and scarf given to him by Octavia, he ventured deeper into the night, seeking solace and introspection. The cobblestone streets seemed unfamiliar in the darkness, yet he pressed on, guided by the faint glow of distant streetlights.As he walked, his mind wandered through the corridors of his thoughts. Memories, both joyous and painful, resurfaced, intermingling with the chill in th
Mason had a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he thought of something, with a mixture of nervousness and determination, Mason approached the small show glass that displayed flower pots of different types, Butler Martin Eyes following his movement. "I need one of these," Mason began, his voice quivering slightly. "I broke the one at the Huttons and that is why I am here."Butler Martin glanced at the flower pot and then met Mason's gaze, his face thoughtful. "That flower pot is truly remarkable. It's one of the rarest and most expensive in the world, and its price reflects its craftsmanship. However, I do not understand why you have the desire to take it to that house I hate so much. Tell me, what does this flower pot have to do with you?""I didn't stutter when I said I broke theirs and Samantha needs it for some stupid picture. Plus we have up to ten, taking one out wouldn't cost us anything.""I'm only letting this happen because you came all the way here for it."Robert's eyes widened
Her eyes gleamed with excitement and an unmistakable air of sophistication.Samantha strolled through the living room, her steps graceful and deliberate, the camera poised to capture the beauty that surrounded her as her stylist made sure everything was perfect. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her ability to capture the hearts of even the toughest people and possibly preserve them for eternity.Samantha smiled, her gaze fixated on the camera that was poised on the sofa. She had almost forgotten how much she loved to freeze moments in her life.Clad in a designer ensemble, she radiated an aura of elegance and grace.As Samantha struck a pose, her professional photographer approached her, camera in hand. He spoke with a respectful tone, his words echoing in the air. "I would like your makeup to be retouched, Madam."Samantha turned her gaze toward the photographer, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Of course." With a click of her fingers, her makeup artist ran to her.