"Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous." -Albert Einstein- *** Corentin had been sitting around on his office, spinning the chair and playing with a pen around his fingers, he had been smiling off the air for quite a while now. His mind was long gone from his body and joined fantasy land. Though mostly when he was busy he had no time to play around like that, it had been his life motto to not take everything in life too seriously and often it was important for him to have some break in between his work. This time he allowed himself to place his phone on his work desk, which was something he was not really used to doing. Yet that day was different. He had been waiting for Clara to text him or give him a call, but she never did, so he used his connection to get her number and it was laid straight on his desk. The number seemed to be relatively unique, he guessed Raphael must have chosen it. He would not be surprised i

"Remember, the way you make love is the way God will be with you." -Rumi- *** Clara entered her room with a stomp. As she walked inside the room, she pondered why he would shout at her. He did not need to be so harsh on her. She was clueless why he would act that way. Maybe not entirely, but partially. Raphael acted as if he did not trust her, though she had assured him that between her and Corentin there was only friendship and nothing else. He did not seem to trust her. Corentin has been really kind to her, though the two were not exactly close, she could tell the man had no ill intention toward her. Raphael was definitely over reacting. Clara had no idea that a man's pride was his greatest flaw. By going out with Corentin, she automatically hurt his pride as a man. If a stranger, or any member of their family were to find out about it they would surely side with Raphael. She jumped on the bed and buried her face on

"The best defense is a good offense." -Jack Dempsey- *** "What do you want?" Clara's ears were turning a bright red shade from fury, if she had no manner she would literally slammed Giselle on the floor. Giselle let out a victorious grin, she tried to take control over Clara's subconscious mind, making her feel small like she did back them, by giving Clara assertive gestures. She had no idea Clara had changed from the pain, she was no longer the most patient women in existence and facing the devil herself was a tough challenge to her restraint. "Why do you have to come here, Clara? Can't you just let me and Marcel live in peace? Could it be you are following us here? You have no dignity, do you? Stop embarrassing yourself, he chose me already!" She made sure to emphasize the last phrase. That was the last straw.  Clara raised her hand and slapped Giselle once again, this time even harder than the last t

"You can be the moon and still jealous of the stars." -Gary Allan- *** Corentin drove her back home and to Clara's surprise, Raphael had been waiting for her on the front door. Something she never expected him to do. He had been home, though before he had previously told her he had to finish up work and might come home late. Turned out it was just Raphael's way of testing her, but Clara had no idea about this. Raphael had been home since 6 P.M, when he came home and found that Clara was yet to be there, he felt slightly annoyed. He had stood leaning on the pillar waiting for her anxiously for hours. If she was just hanging out with her female friends he would not be as worried, but it was Corentin she was with, and he trusted Clara, but not him. Corentin opened the door for Clara and right when she was outside Raphael walked toward her and snatched her hand, dragging her inside, but Corentin grabbed her other hand and

"Little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous."-Gene Wilder-***Clara woke up that day with a bouquet of flower at the end of her bed. Instead of the usual white floral, this time there was an arrangement of red carnations. She reached out to it, turned out there was an attachment around the base, it was a hard cover letter, embossed in gold lettering. What a silly thing to give informally. It was so Raphael. He was always a predictable romantic. She flipped open the letter, finding another attachment. It was a note of apology along with an invitation for breakfast at the balcony.Clara had no idea what else Raphael was planning, with gentle force, she pushed her leg out from bed, headed straight to the bathroom to freshen herself. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, put on her morning moisturizer followed by a quick hair brushing. Still in her comfy white satin pajamas she walked out from her room and saw a