AMELIA'S POV Today is my third day here in the castle. Almost feel like forever indeed. I decided to stay here and not leave as I don't want to leave Philip. I don't want to hurt Philip, but it is already me who is hurting. I don't think so if this is still healthy, but otherwise, as long as he is happy, I am happy. I sat on top of my bed and from here I looked around.Today, the Queen asked me to have tea with her, but I said I couldn't. I said that I am not feeling well which is absolutely a lie since I am feeling very well today, in fact I have a lot of energies. It's just that, as much as I can, I don't want to be in the same place as her. When she's around, it feels suffocating. Before, I look up at her so much that I even admire the entire her, her personality, her looks, how she moves. But, now that I already know how she thinks, she's kinda selfish indeed. Another day, anothrer day of missing home. Philip said that he'll do anything so that I can feel the same comf
AMELIA'S POV"so, who is she?" I asked and smiled at Philip, "it seems like, she has a grudge against me" I tried to laugh, but Philip didn't. "She's-she's Princess Dahlia" he answered and stopped eating the strawberries. I nodded. She's pretty. "she's your fiancee. She must be angry that I am here" I answered. "both my parents like you more, plus, I can't stand her attitude" she answered. "why? both of you are in the same level. You look good together too" I answered. "Amelia" he called and held my hand. "Philip" I called as well. "If it is not you, it's not anyone right. You're the only one I like and if there's someone I want to get married with, it's obviously you" he answered."but, how about her?" I asked. "don't mind her. She won't bother us anymore" he answered. I just nodded. I don't want to keep thinking about it, but I just can't. I wanna know more about her."is there anything you're curious about?" he asked.Did he read my mind?"a lot actually" I answered. T
Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.(◠‿・)—☆AMELIA'S POV"Amelia I'm telling you, stop doing those nonsense" Mom threatened me. I looked at her with teary eyes. I looked at her hands again my heart broke seeing my arts get ripped.I spent hours to make those and yet she ripped it in just 5 seconds.Oh how fast can they break my heart.How fast can they ruin someones dream."but I love drawing, I love painting" I sobbed. Mom took a step and move closer to me in a very fast way. She them slapped me with my arts which she have ripped into pieces."you will not benefit from this ! this will not make you a millionaire! you're just wasting your time, you're just wasting money," she looked at me and she's so furious. She's so mad at me "you're as useless
AMELIA'S POV"is it worth the price though?" i asked myself as I look at the price of the scented candle.After I did a lot of thinking, I decided not to buy the scented candle. I just bought the normal white candle which costs a lot cheaper.I bought bunch of them as I will be needing them for a long time.I paid and go out. I never really thought that I would buy a candle.The shop was just near my near my new home — my art shop. So I just walked for about 5 minutes.I flipped the "CLOSED" sign into the "OPEN" sign which is just hanging in my door. Even though I don't have customers, I am happy with what I am doing. I opened the window since it's hot. Well, I don't have electricity. They have cut it since I couldn't pay the bill. I don't have the money to pay for it. I looked at the time and it's 3pm. I looked around my shop which is also my home now, no hint of customers. I just took out the bread which I bought earlier and eat it. I don't have money anymore, I need a lot mor
AMELIA'S POV"you did a good job, Amelia. There's nothing wrong with you" I told myself as I continue to walk with a heavy heart.I clearly told myself that I am not a loser but here I am, keeps on crying over spilled milk. I couldn't get a job, and I feel so bad. My whole day is pretty tiring and as I walk back home, I can feel my heart feels heavier.Things are not going on how I plans them to be. I looked at the sky and there are a lot of stars. Funny because the stars begin to get blurry and that's when I realize, I'm starting to cry. I looked down and stared at my shoes which are already worn out as it is already old. And then I saw a man sitting right outside my store. He's wearing a very thick coat and a boots, I know for sure that he's not from our street. He smells expensive, he looks so rich. As in rich, rich.He's sleeping and I saw how handsome he is. He has this face that can be admired by many people.I was about to unlock the door but he's on the way. I also can't
AMELIA'S POV"so, you don't have electricity?" I heared Philip asked. Yes, his name is Philip. I looked back and I saw him playing with the candle on top of the table. I finished making the coffee since it looks like he's about to play with a lot more things from here after playing with the candle.Is this his first time seeing a small shop? it looks like he's very amazed by it. He even said wow the moment I let him enter my shop. "yes and please don't play with that, it's the last candle that I have" I said and put the cup in front of him."then how are you going to live? you don't have electricity plus you don't have a work" he asked. He looks very innocent."I am living right now. And thanks to you, I'll have an income since you'll be buying my painting" I answered and took a sip from my coffee, he did the same.I am too nervous as it's my first time making a coffee for someone. My mom and my brother never let me do it, they'd rather buy some coffee outside. Clearly, I don't know
PHILIP'S POV"where have you been going to all this time?" Miss Sarah asked the moment I stepped inside my room."outside, I just bought some painting" I answered casually. She doesn't know anything about Amelia but I am planning to tell her. "painting? you already bought a lot" she answered. She looks so frustrated.I opened the empty room which is supposed to be the room where I paint but then I lost my interest on it years ago already. I placed the painting beside many paintings which I bought from Amelia.It is not true that my cousin bought it. It was me all along. I told her that I will help her from her financial problems but she don't want to. She won't accept the money. She said that she will do it, she said that she will earn the money and support herself. I was so frustrated that's why I decided to just buy her paintings and I know that she won't accept it if she knew that it's just my way on helping her. That's why I don't want her to paint hard things, I just kept on
AMELIA'S POVI spent the whole day staying under the shade of the tree. This is where I find my peace in the midst of the chaos.Instead of dealing with those problems, I'd like to just run away from them. It's not that it's something that I would like to do, it's just that I don't feel like I have the energy to face them since everything feels so tiring to me. I tapped my face over and over again. "should I go back now?" I asked myself."yes" someone answered.In my shock, I looked back without even thinking anything. And in my surprise, I saw Philip. He's holding some paper bag and he looks so tired.I looked at him and he looks so exhausted. He's covered with sweat but still, he have that smile on his face which constantly makes me smile too. "you're here" I said."because you're here" he answered. He sat down beside me."why did you ran away?" he asked while wiping away his sweat."am I obliged to answer that?" I asked."no," he answered and looked at me ,"I know in my heart th