Belinda is so brazen
“Give me ten reasons why I should go with you,” said Gray who was sitting on the dining table with her cheek leaning on her palm as she listlessly yawned, staring at her empty plate. “One, you’re my guardian,” said Zia, cooking in the kitchen. “Two, you’re the only one who knows about my situation. Three, you’re my best friend. Four, you have nothing else to do---” “Excuse you but I have a jam-packed schedule today,” countered Gray. Zia sneered. “Really? Like what?” “I have a three to five hours schedule of resting after breakfast, five-hour nap after lunch and ten to fifteen hours of sleep after dinner.” Gray leaned back on the chair, still yawning. “How rude of you to assume I have nothing else to do.” Zia brought a cedar planked salmon on a wooden plate to the table with oven mitts over her hands. “Five, a child like me can’t go alone,” she continued, ignoring what Gray just said. “Six, you won’t be spending a penny because it’s my card.” She went back to the kitchen. “Seven, I
Zia Scott kept the rim of the glass on her lips to cover the fact that they were trembling from uneasiness. “And the things you know about Azriel,” Edward added. “It’s like you know him the way I know him.” “W-what,” stuttered Zia with her hands tightly clutching the glass covering her lips. “Sophia d-don’t understand.” Just then, the microwave dinged which stole his attention. “For a minute there,” he continued as he opened the microwave and took out the bowl of butter noodles. “I thought I was talking to Zia.” SHATTER! The shattering sound immensely echoed throughout the apartment. “A-are you alright, Sophia?!” prompted Edward as the glass Zia was holding fell on the floor. “I–uh,” she stuttered with quivering eyes, flabbergasted. The scattered broken pieces were surrounding her feet. “Don’t move, okay?” He gestured his palm forward. “You might step on a broken piece and hurt yourself.” He took a kitchen towel and squatted down. He started picking up the shards of glasses m
Zia Scott tightened her grip on the bouquet of lilies as the sound of her beating heart was trying to devour her whole system. Her hands were trembling, the red aesthetic on her lips were starting to dry. With her slight movement, the silver sequins on her white gown gleamed as it reflected the sunlight. She felt restless. She could barely stand still as her sweat dripped on her forehead and her weakening legs underneath the heavy dress. She had lost count of how many times she repeated the breathing exercise to calm herself down. And given the situation, she was reminded about the time when she gave the valedictorian speech back in high school. She hates attention. But here she is now, about to be stared at by about a hundred sets of eyes in the next two minutes. Looking past her veil, she noticed that the people crowding in front of her slowly disappeared p
"Am I still dreaming?" She swiftly slapped her face out of curiosity. "Ow!" she exclaimed, feeling the throbbing pain on her cheek. As she was still left flabbergasted with the sudden turn of events, the door slammed open. "Congratulations, Zia Scott. You've won an eternity with our high school heartthrob, Edward Bartlett. Woo-hooo." A six feet tall woman with nordic white hair shouted listlessly in monotone as she popped a party cracker, leaving the floor messy with the blown confetti. "G-gray." Zia's eyes quivered. How was she going to explain? More importantly, the situation itself was the very definition of confusion. "Hey, kid, who are you? Why are you here? Where's Zia?" Gray looked around the room and even the bathroom, then she turned back to the little girl
Edward Bartlett tightly clasped his hands in front of him as the doors opened and revealed the bridesmaids in their pastel blue dresses, Zia's favorite color. The band then started to play the song I Choose You by Ryann Darling. And even as the song was in the Blues genre, an EDM was playing inside Edward's stomach. His heartbeat rose to his throat as nervous sweats dripped down his forehead. Excited, overwhelmed and ecstatic. "You're my always, you're my forever, you're my reality..." As the singer began to sing the first verse, the twelve bridesmaids started to walk down the aisle in pairs. "...you're my sunshine, you're my best times, you're my anomaly..." And as the wedding planner had not seen the maid-of-honor in sight, she sent the little boy in. The little ring bearer walked in with ligh
"So what is your plan now?" Gray sipped on her morning dairy. Zia forked the omelette that Gray cooked and brought it to her mouth. "What plan?" "A plan, missy." Gray put down her cup on the counter, glaring at the little girl sitting across her. "You can't spend your life freeloading in my apartment with your little butt." "Chill down, mommy." Zia grabbed Gray's cup of milk and drank it in one gulp. "Even if I want to turn back to my original body, I don't really know why this is happening to begin with anyway." "Mommy?!" Gray raised an eyebrow. "Yes, woman." Zia pointed the fork at her. "The moment you kick me out the door, that's what your neighbors are gonna know. But I think I have a plan though."
"I'm not her kid." Zia crossed her arms. "She's keeping a kid in her house who is not her child?!" The man gasped, all the more surprised. "I'm her..." She stared hard at the floor as if searching for the answers on it. "Niece, yeah, I'm her niece...uhh...her father's cousin's wife's niece's father's mother's son's daughter." She smiled awkwardly. "She's babysitting a distant relative's child?!" He gasped again with hands still covering his mouth. "Tell me, what should I say so you'll stop getting surprised?" "Oh, sorry." He chuckled and crouched down to level with her. "What's your name, darling?" "I'm Zi--" She was shocked how she almost blew her cover.
A week had already passed since the day of the wedding and also the day that Zia had mysteriously turned into a child. "Ugh..." Zia grunted as she lay down on the sofa with the laptop on her lap. "As I thought, I can't find anything on the internet." She brought her left arm over her head, covering her eyes. "My head hurts." As her thoughts wandered on the countless possibilities, the door clicked open and out came Gray. Zia sat up and moved the laptop beside her. "How is your exploratory military survey of the enemy territory, brave soldier?" She folded her arms acting tough and lowered her voice to sound like a grown up. Gray dropped the car keys on the bowl atop the countertop beside the door and headed straight to the kitchen with a plastic bag in hand. "Did the