She held her hand in a halt sign at him, like a warning to him not to interrupt, her wicked eyes resting on her daughter as she waved a finger.“Don’t you dare… don't you ever interrupt me when I'm talking or raise your voice at me ever again.”, her mother warned, her voice a whiskery and dangerous tone.“I didn't raise a disrespectful child”, she said in an even lower tone. She came closer to Layla.“And I will not hesitate to trim her wings”She paused to back away just a little.“Don’t play me with child. I don't think you know your mother.”She never missed the smile at the end. The smile that Layla often likened to joker's as a child. A character that had given both day and night mares. The simile that no longer seemed childish. Her mother threatened her.“You would want to change that shirt, darling”, she said, walking away from Layla. She took the turn to the kitchen, a decision she made just for past time.To them.So they assumed.Alistair stared at Layla, not knowing if to r
The rain poured heavily.Too heavily.The gusty wind blew.And that was too hard as well.The cars arrived anyway, so much that the cementary's once empty space was completely parked. Rosa's car rode through the road leading up to the front of the chosen plot where Dougles was too be buried. The bodyguards had arrived before her and two of them helped her out of the car. An umbrella waited for as well and as she alighted, helped up for her. The priest as well had come before her and both umbrellas held up for them were black. She was dressed in it as well, her dress simple yet chic, being a very endowed woman. It was an unanimous colour for mourning. The facilitator on her head, holding up her beautiful hair-do, had sort of a golden glitter to it, making a beautiful glimmer of her whole outfit even in the rain.More people started trooping in - a truck lot of relatives, business partners, representatives from his foundation, his friends and hers and of course, members of the board and
The clouds began to clear a little. They still shaded the sun and everywhere became a lighter shade of grey. The wind remainder gusty still, carrying the light droplets of rain and increasing the humidity. Layla covered her mouth, moving closer to Nathan as she already had a cold.Rosa was there a while, rather slow in taking the shovel with the sand.She finally got enough sand on her shovel and she hesitated to speak.“You lived well Ronald. I loved you. I always will”The sand hit the coffin hard as she threw the shovel up lightly. Tears streamed down Rosa's eyes so naturally, they seemed sincere. She wedged the shovel back, walking slowly as relatives joined to comfort her. They'd done a lot of comforting since the day of the death. The priest proceeded with the rest of the program, leading the audience into prayer for the deceased. However, his prayers were interrupted by Lana's arrival.“Wait!”, She shouted from the cab, hardly waiting for the driver to park properly before she
“Mark?”Mark knew that voice.Too well.He could never mistake it.He took a deep breath, knowing but yet not knowing what was about to go down.He turned to face her, dipping his hands into his pockets.“Hey”“Hey?”, Fiona asked back like she hadn't heard. Even if she had, she didn't want to believe it. “We haven't talked properly for days and you say hey?”Mark breathed in.“What's going on?”“What’s going on? You don't pick your calls, when you do, you say you can't talk and you didn't even tell me you'll be here.”“I've been… I've been pretty occupied”“Occupied?”, Fiona asked, almost lost for words. “Mark, what's going on?”She attempted coming closer to him and Mark couldn't restrain himself from moving backward. Fiona was so taken aback by his reaction, it showed fully in her facial expression, her hurt and confusion.“Look Fiona…”, Mark started and then stopped, seeing Starling who wasn't so far away. He was talking with one of the shareholders from Voxx. He turned to gesture
“Babe…. Babe”She walked into the room, her hand still attempting to place the pin perfectly to hold her hair.She heard footsteps, thinking it was her husband, she took a turn into the living room instead.“Babe I….”, Mrs. Bane stopped on track, not expecting to meet their maid there.“Oh. It's …. you”, she said, her expression shifted to an obvious glow down, opposed from the initial enlightenment that filled her face.She turned, taking the door from whence she'd just come out from. In the adjoining dining room was her husband, his sitting position not quite the usual.“Honey..?”, Mrs. Bane asked, quite concerned already from where she stood. She finally stopped trying, letting her efforts come to waste as her french twist style loosened fast, letting her hair flow freely down to her waist. She moved to where he sat, a worried expression on her face. “Honey?”, She called, shaking his shoulders vigorously. No answer. Now that she saw him in full view, she noticed his slumped sittin
“With all legalities checked and confirmed, this court declares Elara Shauna Wilde and Alistair Bane now husband and wife”“Finally”, Elara said under her breath. Elara turned, her flowing sky blue dress hugging all her endowed features nicely. She walked with some difficulty and she had to stop as neither of her attempts to free herself somewhat were working.“Do I have to ask you to help me Alistair? Urghhh!”Elara began pulling the dress up, trying to get some of it off under her feet.“Help her Alistair, would you?”, Mrs. Wilde said to Alistair, a plastic expression on her face.“Don't just stand there moron”, his mother-in-law said in a lower tone, as she came close to him.“Oh… ummm… sorry”, Alistair apologized, getting down on one leg to take up the tail of her dress. He didn't know why but the face of one of the lawyers at the court had such a striking resemblance yet he couldn't place a finger on where he knew the man from exactly. He held the tail of the dress so Elara could
“Alistair! What a … pleasant surprise”, Layla said, as she swung the door open.“Hey Layla. How are you… how are you doing?”“I'm great. Oh please, come in”, she said, stepping back from the door. Alistair walked up the remaining part of the small stairs into the house and Layla shut the door behind him. He walked slowly in, feeling a little nervous.“Where's your mum?”“She's in her room. She was on a call but I'm sure she'll be done by now. Let me check on her and tell her you are here”Alistair nodded, watching Layla walk out of the living room into one of the adjoining rooms. He turned to the windows, acknowledging the cozziness of the country house as he walked towards that end of the room. He'd wondered why they'd come all the way here to live, giving a lot of distance from the busy city. Here, you could barely hear honking cars, loud city ad screens or sirens. There was a still quietness about it, a comforting yet uncomfortable silence around it all.“Alistair?”, Tricia Moore's
“Get me another cup”, Ms. Wilde commanded the maid standing near her. The maid hurried out of the room and was soon back with another tea cup on a saucer. She placed it on the table in front of her madam, taking out the rejected one.“Where's my husband?”, she asked as the maid poured liquid milk into the cup.“He left for work early today ma'am”“Without letting me know?” she asked, slowing down suddenly as she placed some cut fruits in a bowl.“Ye..yes ma'am.”There was an uncomfortable silence that followed her reply.“Did he have breakfast?”, she asked, picking up the sugar tongs.She stopped as if listening for a distant reply from the maid that was right next to her.“No … no ma'am. He insisted on not …”“What time was the breakfast set?”The maid looked down and the room went dead silent again.“What time?”“ 5 …. 6.00 a.m ma'am”“And my husband left by what time?”“Four ma'am”Mrs. Wilde dropped the sugar tongs on the saucer. The sound of the metal clashing with the ceramic di