The following day, Reynolds ate at the family's house. It would have been pleasant if it had ended as quietly as it had begun, but halfway through the meal, his mother suddenly started. "Oh. Did I mention I went to Juliet's store. Juliet Martins, Amy's mother. She has an incredible taste. A good stylist..."Reynolds and his father shared a look. He felt a little sympathetic towards his mother. Once she had owned her own brand. She had eventually let it go when his father had gotten stuck to his wheelchair. She was no longer actively managing it as before."...she helped me decide on my dress for your father's party""Party?", Reynolds paused from drinking from his glass of water.It was his father who answered. "My birthday. There will be a party. Don't worry. It's a small affair. Just family and close associates”. Gerald waved his hand as though it was unimportant. "Your future engagement should be announced then".'Should' meant ' it would'. He wondered if the Martins were already i

Amy's head rested on the white desk with a low bang. She sighed. It had been about three days since she started working. She had not expected it to be easy, considering everything Isaiah had explained to her that the business had gone through. Like he had said too, more staff was needed. They would conduct interviews for the ones that needed to be immediately filled tomorrow. The rest, they could do once the company was more stable.She raised her head and looked round her office. Compared to where she had met with Reynolds the last time, it was not overly large, but it was not small either. His office had a large mahogany desk, curved at the sides and imposing. The large desk would have seemed too much to Amy on any other day, the amount of stuff that had been on the desk that day, she supposed it was not too much at the time. But despite how crowded it had been, the desk had not looked completely disorganized. It gave Amy an idea of how the businessman was in terms of orderliness.A

Pulling back, he gave her a satisfied smile. Amy didn’t know if that was for the camera or if it was because of the kiss. But what she knew was that there was a fluttering feeling in her stomach which quite scared her. Reynolds took her arm in his and led her to where their parents stood. Everyone took turns congratulating them, some even sharing their supposed love stories about how they had met their spouses and it somewhat irritated her. As if these people knew anything about love. Most of their marriages had been arranged just as hers was. She smiled when she saw David approach their group. “Congratulations, Mr. Bennet, Amy,” David offered a hand to Reynolds who took it firmly. Amy watched as both men shook hands but couldn’t help but notice the hardening smile they exchanged and how David’s eyes turned to slits. And before anyone could notice it, they masked their expressions but she of course had seen it. Amy had always been good at reading people probably prior to years of play

"Excuse me, do I know you?" Amy asked the strange man. "What are you doing here Dion and how do you know Amy?" Luke hissed, looking serious and quite intimidating all of a sudden. "In fact, do not answer that. Leave," Luke added. "Chill dude, she's someone I know from school. I just came to say hi," the strange man, Dion answered. From where he sat across from her she noticed how his eyes were unfocused. She could tell he was tipsy. "We went to school together?" Amy asked, her interest peaked. "Yes we did. High school to be precise. But then again I won't expect 'daddy's little princess' to know me because she only spoke to that guy always. What's his name? Aha! David. It's quite a surprise you're not engaged to him but rather that uptight man up there," he looked at Reynolds who had mounted the stage. "What happened, was David not good enough for you?" "That's enough, Dion. We can do this the easy way or the difficult way. Go to your table now or I call the securities" Luke threatene

Amy arrived at Ava's at 9 the following night. She was exhausted from the day's activities but she couldn't cancel on her friend. Could she call Ava a friend now? She supposed so given that she was in the building where she resided, attending her little get-together and bringing her flowers as well. She had thought it rude to visit empty handed so she got some flowers on her way from work. She entered the elevator that led to Ava's penthouse but just as the doors were closing she heard heels clicking on the ground hurriedly, like someone was running. "Hold it open please." A female voice yelled. Amy pressed the open button on the elevator panel. “Whoops I thought I wasn’t going to catch it, thanks”. Surprisingly, it was Sarah. She hadn’t looked up to see whom she was in the elevator with. She was busily rummaging through her purse. “Pleasure, Sarah.” At that , her head shot up.“Amyyy!” she squealed, pulling her in for a hug at the same time. It was the way her eyes sparkled that sh