Christiana's point of view “Hello, good morning; welcome; Sir and Madam to Four Seasons Hotel, Los Angeles at Beverly Hills. Great to meet you, I’m Paul.” The receptionist greeted us – Tiger and me, establishing eye contact accompanied by a warm smile. “Thank you.” We said together with wide smiles suffixed on our faces. “Sir this way. Room number 4321, do call us if need be. Have a nice day.” One of the staff of the hotel said while leaving after showing us the room that belonged to us. “Yeah, sure.” Tiger’s voice sounded very cold as if he was suppressing himself. Suppressing his feelings and emotions. Probably he was escaping from me. Four Seasons Hotel – A SUN–FILLED URBAN OASIS Oh! dear God One of the most diverse destinations in the world is famous for Italian Cuisine. It’s a five-star hotel situated in the heart of Los Angeles, buzzing with zeal and enthusiasm. Well, the hotel was packed with all the renowned people. That day was the engagement ceremony of Tiger’s c

Christiana's point of view “What’s the timing?” I mumbled. It was noon. I walked inside the room taking short strides. Not at all clunky. As I did not want Tiger to know about my presence. I wriggled further into the room to see whether Tiger had breakfast or not. I looked right and left, here and there, and far and wide. Only to figure out whether Tiger was present in the room or not. I know not about the factuality. As I had dozed off in the living room after exiting our bedroom. When I was awakened it was already 11:50 a.m. and I knew nothing about the one hour. “Argh! Where is he?” My eyes were looking for Tiger. While my eyes travelled hither and thither in the room, they got stuck on the ashet then on the paten, then dish, bowl, and then trencher lastly. All were empty. Had nothing in it. “Oh! my god,” I exclaimed. Jesus. Miracle. “Did he have all of them? Really?” I mumbled while tittering. “Was the food so tasty? That he had everything. There is nothing stuck in th

Christiana’s point of view Engagement Day! It was a winter morning. The weather outside was extremely cold. I had awakened as usual early in the morning and went out for a stroll. As I went outside, I began to shiver with cold. It was piercing cold outside. Not a single bird chirped outside. Somehow, I wanted the sun beams down on my skin. Nevertheless, it was all misty and foggy. I was chilled to the marrow. Nothing was visible from distant. So, I ran for about a mile to make myself warm. But all in waste. The temperature was extremely low. I hastened back to the hotel, had a cup of black of coffee – my favorite, and got back on the bed covering myself with a quilt. “Argh!” I muttered whilst glancing at the clock. It was 8 a.m. in the morning already. My hands were benumbed with cold. My legs needed waxing. In spite of that I rushed to get the waxing strips from my bag. “What….” Too my surprise, I had forgotten to bring that. Fucking hell. Jesus. Such a waste I am. It was the eng

Christiana’s point of view I was in my deep slumber until I glanced at the clock. It was around 1:00 pm. Jesus. OH! MY GOD. “Fucking hell. I am still in my bed.”“Just, wow!” I exclaimed. “Why didn’t he wake me up, if he was already awakened?” I thought for a while. “Huh! My bad, why am I expecting anything from him?” I was still in my bed sitting there like an angry ball propelling towards anxiety, I just didn’t need it. “Is he here?” I momentarily glanced at Tiger for I wanted to confirm his presence. He wasn’t there. “Why will he even be?” I said in irritation. However, I drifted lazily from my bed while opening and closing my eyes, to gain the sunlight that slanted through the window. I was sleepy. Quite sleepy. “Ah! Soothing.” The air was sweet, birds were flying high in the sky. “I should have been at my work by now,” I murmured. Since I was back in California, I needed to get myself geared up for daily chores as usual. Nevertheless, I didn’t. “Such a mess, I am.” I regrette

Christiana’s point of view.Ring. Ring. Ring.I looked at the clock, it was around 8 in the morning. I was back from the washroom after leaving my face and hands and was about to have my breakfast when my phone rang abruptly. I step towards the table and took the phone. As I glanced at the phone; it was from my brother’s lawyer. Without any delay, I received the call.Jesus!Blessings needed.“Hello, Christiana.” He spoke.“Yes, sir. Is there any good news? Can I expect…” I asked the lawyer expecting good news to be heard from his side whilst crossing my fingers. Fingers crossed. “Ah! Christiana…”“Christiana, what sir? I asked him while interrupting. I was so worried that I didn’t let him complete his sentence. Ironical. I was the one who wanted to hear him as soon as possible, and I was the only one who didn’t let him complete what he was about to exhibit. “Well, Christiana, I understand you are inquisitive and worried. But take a pause and let me speak too.” He spoke.“Oh, yes!