DESIRE TO HELP

I have had strangers help me ever since my father ripped me out of everything, leaving me with nothing but my name. Maybe this is my time to help someone too, if I can. I got the means; I just crossed my fingers in the hope that there was a way around it.


"What?" She queries in bewilderment.

"How would you like the idea of making your brother drink from the cup he made you drink from?" I proposed, my words tinged with a hint of defiance.

"Revenge? I would so much love to see him crawl to me for help. But, Ellie, stop making fun of me, will you? That is a ridiculous, distant dream coming from me. It is just but a bitter invalid dream," Grace responds, her voice laced with resignation and self-doubt.


See this one. Does it hurt to be a dreamer? She is so hopeless. Sigh. "It is not ridiculous, Grace. You have every right to seek justice for what he has done to you. And if there is a chance to turn the tables and make him face the consequences of his actions, then why not take it?" I insist, my tone firm.

She looks at me as if I am just blaffing some nonsensical sense. I spring to my feet and clutch my purse tightly, determined to make an impact on someone else's life for once. "Never, ever curse your dreams, Grace," I declare, my voice firm and unwavering. "As they say, all your dreams are valid, as long as you keep the faith."


I meet her gaze, willing her to believe in herself as much as I believe in her. "Find out every single detail you can about the company. Whether they are closing it down or they are putting up some shares for sale, anything and everything. Do it as soon as possible, but don't neglect my shop, okay?"

Before she can voice any further questions, I pull her into a tight embrace, silently conveying my unwavering support and determination to stand by her side.

"I'll get going. Traffic will be awful. See you," I declare, a sense of purpose guiding my steps as I tap my feet on the floor and wave goodbye to the other employees.

Stepping outside, the rains have already started. But, I think I can still make it. All the same the cab is already waiting. I hop in.

They say that people come and go, much like the changing of the seasons. And as I reflect on my own journey, I realize that my season of sorrow and despair is long gone. It's my time to shine, to radiate warmth and positivity into the lives of those around me.


They say people come and go, and so do seasons. My season of sorrow and despair is long gone. It's my time to glow, and I can't glow while people around me are gloomy. It's time to make a change—a difference—to someone!

"What is more delicious than what caught your eye like that? Me or the meal?"

"What?" I snap at his question as he saunters towards me.

"You are lost. I would like to flutter myself and think that it is me you are ogling, but you had me from the morning. Unless I am indeed a beauty god, which I doubt." He cages my head between his arms as he hedges them against the wall.

Today, he is just there. No seductive gestures at all. The admiration for me is still there somewhere in his gorgeous orbs, but the panic in them has built an almost opaque curtain in them. If I didn't know him well, I don't know what I would make of this look.

"You can be anything to the world, but to me, you are my knight. My beauty god, who outshines anything under the sun,. That is why I can't get tired of ogling you," I respond.

"I am glad that the only Ellie Marrie Riccaford is fascinated by me. This sounds like a distant dream coming true," he says, faintly, his eyes darting into mine.

"And you?" I implore.

"I am enchanted. I am so in love with you. Having you is like having both the world and Heaven in my arms." He says this, caressing my chin.

"Mmh. I love that. But I would love to see the normal glow in your eyes when you say that. I would love to see this curtain off your beautiful eyes. Your worries worry me to the core, you know that?" I stroked his jaws, boring deep into his eyes and wondering what the issue with his insecurities was.

He urges a smile that does not come out so well. "Your ability to read me like this worries me," he teases, forcing a grin.

Really? "On the contrary, I love that I can see through you. Can we talk about it now?" I implore.

"Why don't you freshen up first? I will set the table. We can talk after dinner," he says, nuzzling my cheek.

"Okay." I leave him to carry on with his chores, and I stride outside.

Taking a shower takes just a flash of a second. The thought of the two delicious meals waiting downstairs could not let me waste much time. I dress up na dstep out, a wide smile splastered on my face.

Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, I find myself practically leaping towards the kitchen, my heart brimming with excitement and anticipation. Ready to devour the sumptuous meal and lend a listening ear to my beloved, I can't help but hope that tonight will end with a beautiful romance, a perfect ending to a perfect day.

As I reach out to steal a kiss from Damian, the unexpected buzzing of my phone on the table disrupts the moment. Confusion clouds my thoughts—didn't I leave my phone in my purse on the couch? I am sure that is where I left it.

How did it end up here? And on earth would be calling me this late?