"The Cinderella I never knew existed in this world. A Cinderella with dangerous looks, rich patrimony and loving hidden nature", an old man quoted in the air while looking at an illustration dangling on the wall, oscillating as the wind through the window blew.
His gaze towards the painting looked pure and innocent while his old wrinkles remarked he was quite old to stare for a long while. He closed his eyes, and started playing the guitar, clinging to his body firmly.
"Is she the one?" A caregiver with pale skin but flawless looks questioned him while opening up the drawers, bending low on her knees.
"Huh?!" The old man looked down at the caregiver with a question of reassurance for what she asked.
"Hmm..she is beautiful'', She stood up with some medications in her hand. Examining the portrait, she turned behind and smiled at the old man. "Anyone can be this beautiful", he said with a curved brow and faint smile. He placed the guitar contrary to the adjacent wall and crossed his arms staring at the portrait.
"In this world everyone is born beautiful" he quoted in the air, smiling at the portrait. His smile seemed genuine this time. "You two are like night and day. One with optimistic thoughts other with thriller pessimistic thoughts" She scoffed.
"Now Mr. Brennan-"
"Did you just make fun of her too?" His arms were still crossed and instead of looking at her or either at the portrait, he closed his eyes, engrossing himself in thoughts.
"No sir I didn't mean it that way-" she tried to give an explanation but was interrupted by a loud roar.
"Hey!" An old woman yelled from the entrance of the room. She walked with quick steps even with her trembling feet.
"Are you messing around with my husband?" The old woman shouted at the caregiver with furrowed brows, sunken nose and loud and deep annoying voice. She grasped her head and maintaining a smooth grip on her head, she pulled her hairs.
"Ouch..sorry, sorry…Mrs. Brennan" the caregiver shuttered. "You misunderstood me. Why…would I flirt with an old man who…is twi.. twice my age?"
"How would I know that?" Mrs. Brennan still had the same pull on her hair.
"Stop, stop Eva…" the old man rushed towards her with a tense look while maintaining his calm aura.
"Aiden, you can clearly see how she was smiling at you!" Eva protests herself, whining about the caregiver.
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She left the caregiver and let out a deep sigh.
"Breathe in, breathe out" Aiden calmed Eva by patting her back. He took both of her and placed them on her eyes. She felt warmth within his hands and this gesture let her calm down.
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"She still acts that way? Isn't she crazy?" One of the caregivers gestured with a surprised look. "Yeah, Adeline, indeed she is crazy-" The caregiver with short hair, who suffered the pull on her hair said while placing her palm on her forehead.
"She is old and tired of her life. Coming here should suppress her temper" both of the caregivers hear someone enter their conversation by bending low towards their shoulders as they were standing adjacent to each other.
"Ahh.. Miss Brielle-"
"We were just talking about the most recent incidents" both of them concealed themselves with excuses.
"Their daughter came in, go look after her" their head caregiver, Brielle Micheal said without any expression. She walked towards the counter with a smile on her face while turning her back on them.
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The Cinderella I Never Knew
Romance"I don't think love exists." Evelyn gave Aiden a stern look as he continued to be pushy and smile sweetly. Two opposing spirits are supposed to love one another in the universe of hate and love. Tragedies, however, had a hand in both uniting and di...
