Tiffany's POVTiffany was going through notes of the classes she had missed, when a knock sounded on her door. Freya had helfully lent them to her after hearing from Timothy about what happened in the morning. Of course, neither of them knew exactly what was going on, but the mere fact that Tiffany was crying was enough cause for concern, even if they didn't know what was causing her to cry.She got off her soft bed and padded across the room in socked feet to the door. When she opened it, Mr. Gary James, the butler, was standing outside in his usual erect posture."Miss Dion," he said, "There is a young gentleman here to see you."Tiffany sighed, about to ask him for the millionth time to just address her by her name, but then the second part of his sentence caught up with her brain and she frowned in confusion."Someone is here?" she asked, "To see me?""Yes, Miss," said Mr. James.Was it Timothy? Had he come to see her because he was still worried even though she had kept telling h
Max's POV Max perked his car outside the estate, waiting.He had been following the little rich boy his boss always liked to have him follow, but there was a pretty rigorous security checkpoint at the gates that he didn't want to risk going through, so unfortunately he had to wait outside.Max lit up a cigarette while he waited, deciding he might as well use the time for recreation. He sucked in and puffed out the smoke rhythmically, all the while keeping an eye out for the black Chevvy he had been following earlier.He didn't understand what exactly was the observation his Miss had for the rich boy. So far as Max could tell, apart from being stinking rich and (unfairly, in Max's opinion) being blessed with the features of a demigod, he had nothing else going for him. He was incredibly boring and did nothing but work. Hell, in all Max's years of following him around, he had never even seen him interact with women. Perhaps he was one of them rainbow Rguys that Max had been hearing abo
Tiffany's POVTiffany followed Shawn into an Italian restaurant she had never been to before. Apparently, it was still really new, so they didn't need a long-wait reservation like most other eateries scattered around their high-end area.Aside from being annoying to her when she wanted to roll down his car windows for some fresh air, he hadn't spoken to her since they'd left the house.Now, she followed behind him, watching the taper of his broad shoulders into his narrow waist as he walked, being led to an unoccupied table in the far corner of the room by a cheerful waiter. The atmosphere was much better than the first restaurant she visited with Shawn. In fact, it was maybe a little bit too good.Tiffany looked around warily, feeling a shiver run up her spine. From the decor to the music playing, everything screamed romance. She almost cringed at how obvious it was. Almost every table they passed was occupied by pairs of lovey-dovey couples holding hands and staring into each other'
Shawn's POVShawn was actually interested in hearing these conditions his wife-to-be was talking about. Not that he was just going to take everything lying down, of course. He was going to shut it down immediately if it was something ridiculous."First," she spoke, her lips curving around the words, "If I am to agree to marry you, you are going to show me respect."Shawn sat up, a little taken aback. He had been fully expecting her to say something like 'half of your assets should be signed over to me' or something.She continued speaking. "That means no shutting down my ideas, no raising your voice at me, no belittling, no degrading comments, and absolutely no walking out on me in a public place like that stunt you pulled yesterday." The way she said 'stunt' sounded like she would like to use more colorful and less polite words to describe his actions the previous evening. Shawn almost felt like laughing again. If nothing else, then at least this girl was a bit amusing."Next," she s
Tiffany's POV:NEW ROMANCE IN BLOOM?– Shawn Gold and Tiffany Dion Spotted Together at Intimate Restaurant; D'amor!! Love is in the air, and the rumor mill is buzzing with excitement as renowned business man and one of the top three youngest directors in Canada, Shawn Gold has been spotted recently at an exclusive restaurant sharing a romantic evening with the gorgeous Tiffany Dion, the daughter of Richard Dion, Chairman and owner of Dionysus Enterprises. The young Mr. Gold, who has been known heretofore as a man with very few smiles can be seen clearly freely offering one to miss Dion! How surprising!!! With all eyes on this unexpected pairing, tongues are wagging, and speculations about their relationship status are running rampant. What could this mean for the previously speculated Gold-Smith relationship? Could we just be witnessing the start of a new red-hot romance? Or could it have been long-hidden, only now being brought to the public eye by chance? In the business world, r
Tiffany's POVOne of the perks of being in the student body committee was the parking spot privileges. Other students had to come early or miss a chance to park near to the school, but Tiffany always had a spot waiting for her, and right now she leisurely pulled into it, very grateful for it since she was a little late.A disadvantage, however, of being in the same committee was that a huge percentage of the student body was bound to know who you were. Therefore, if, perhaps, a gossip blog posted an update involving you, a greatly sought-after billionaire, and an apparently romantic evening, almost everybody would know who exactly they were talking about, and be able to recognize you by sight.Eyes visibly trailed Tiffany's every step from the moment she alighted from her car to the second she stepped into the school's wide double front doors, trying even less to hide the states than they were yesterday. She kept her eyes low, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, but occasional
Tiffany's POV The school offered various levels of meal plans to students, but Tiffany always packed her own. Sometimes, she didn't have a taste for the svhool food, or she wasn't really in the mood for eating what they had on the menu in a particular day. And, because of her modelling dreams, sometimes sh.pon herself some dietary restrictions that would contradicted if she were to eat at the cafeteria. So, to avoid all of that, she had simply decided it would be easier to make and bring her own food.She was currently sat with Freya and Timothy at their usual corner of the large space, her two friends immersed in conversation while Tiffany pushed her food around on her plate, pretending to eat."So, Frey, where were you this morning?" Timothy was asking, popping a few grapes into his mouth. "We missed you."He made kissy faces at Freya, who frowned slightly, apparently not in the mood for jokes. "I told you not to call me that, It sounds way too close to Fred." She shuddered a bit.
FREYA'S POVFreya sighed as she stared at the trays of food in her hands. She was at a loss whether she should take the food to the class.“Seriously? They both had to leave her here like this?” She thought.Huffing, she set the trays on the table, no longer having an appetite, and made her way out of the cafeteria with her bag and Tiffany's bag.Trudging along the hallway that would lead her to class, she suddenly came face to face with Mary.This girl better not get on my nerves. She muttered as she tried to pass by Mary and her minions.“Not so fast, Fred,” Mary said, blocking her path.“It's Freya, not Fred. I never knew you had a problem with pronunciation.” Freya retorted, clenching her fists.“Oh, but Freya used to be Fred. I just find calling you Fred more befitting.” Mary snarled as she looked Freya up and down.“What do you want, bitch?” Freya's patience was wearing out.“Language, Fred… I mean, Freya. I just want to know more about this rumor of Tiffany dating Shawn Gold.”