(Blake’s POV)This may not be the costume I had in mind, but I was glad Samantha had thought of Coco as our costume to cheer up Tara. As for Sean, we have no idea if he was excited about wearing the outfit or seeing Tara again. But as soon as some people took our pictures when we entered the hospital, I was glad no one could recognize us from our get-up. I had to be in this looks to freely hold Tara’s hands on the street without worrying Paparazzi dragging her pictures in social media.I knew it was not a good idea to sit with John. I don’t need to do a little digging about him. I knew him to be the son of an influential family in this town, but not his relationship with Tara. She seemed to evade questions about him.“What do you like to eat?” I asked, giving her the menu card. I pretended to look busy scanning the list of dishes, but I could feel the tension between them.“Have you eaten?” She as

(Tara’s POV)“Did your dog just die, Tara?” Stella asked when she caught me staring blankly at my cellphone. She held two glasses of orange juice and gave the other glass to me, but I put it on the center table. She sat down on the floor, crossed her legs, then turned on her laptop.Slowly, I turned my red face to her, and my lips quivered. “Stella, how can I undo sending a message?” I asked with high hopes there was a way, already feeling wrong about my impulsiveness. Stress was already crawling in every vein of my body.She shrugged. “Why?” She asked, browsing her emails. Her eyes squinted on some spam emails and started deleting them.“I just told him I’m falling in love with him,” I sighed, almost crying.She squealed with joy, not because of what I had said, but with the message she read in her email, then she had her second look on me, raised her eyebrows. “Wha

(Tara’s POV) ‘What could go wrong?’ I remembered telling Stella. Everything! I raised my head to the man who called my name. The man who conquered every part of my brain and heart was standing in front of me, looking like a Greek god, wearing a white polo shirt and khaki shorts. I stood up, looking at him but trying to hide my anger. He walked towards me, and every step he made was making my heart crazy. I could imagine it trying to defeat my reasoning. There goes again my brain and my heart, having a silent argument that confuses me. “I thought you were in India,” I said, furrowing my forehead. He stopped walking. He was more or less a meter away from me. Blake shook his head. “I have a more urgent matter here,” He said, pursing his lips. “You did not reply to my message,” When I raised my brows, he continued. “I asked you ‘Why?’,” What does he mean he did not get my reply? Does this m

(Blake’s POV)“You can come here, you know. It’s not nice listening to someone’s conversation,” Tara said, putting her cellphone beside her. She turned around in my direction to tell me that she was talking about me.My face turned red, feeling embarrassed and childish of listening to her conversation. My feet were stuck on the floor, and I could not move because, for one, I was scared to face Tara, and second, I was ashamed about everything that had happened today.“If you just stand there, you can close the door so that I can concentrate on my work,” She instructed but did not bother looking at me. She took her palette and started doing her magic with colors.I took a deep breath and gathered all the courage I had to face her. She scared me more than my Dad and my tough competitors. I slid the door slowly and started walking towards her. She pointed to the chair, maybe five feet away from her, w

(Tara's POV) "I will ask you just one question, but I want your honest answer. If your answer is no, I will walk away right now, and I won't bother you again,"  I swallowed. That one question will always be the hardest to answer.  "Tara Evans, do you love me?"  My heart skipped a beat. I was too nervous to answer that all I could do was stick my tongue against the inside of my cheek. If I answered no, and Blake would be true to his words, he would leave me alone. My heart would probably stop beating. If I answered yes, there would be no turning back. I would be happy, but why does it feel like it would open up a can of worms?   "Tara?" I opened my mouth to answer, but an angel saved me from answering his question. We heard Sean calling. "Uncle Blake! Aunt Tara!" He opened the door and came in, running inside the bedroom. Following him was Samantha, but just like Sean, she also stopped a