Sensual Redamancy

Chapter 41

•Sofia•

My first-ever press conference wasn't the best, but it had gone way better than I expected. 

I felt I'd done a really good job for someone who wasn't used to having multiple cameras and microphones in her face with reporters and journalists firing questions at me while I blatantly lied.

I'd certainly had it better than Olivia, the centre of attention and a key player in this false narrative. From how she flawlessly followed the script and impeccably depicted a loving marriage with Teodoro, I could tell she'd been in the game for long.

I pitied her, but at the same time felt she was making wise decisions by playing along until she could make her move. She had young children looking up to her. She was a mother and I knew she could do anything she could to protect them even if it meant tolerating their abusive father.

A major stump in the press conference that'd given me slight hope of the situation turning around had been Greta's hesitance and nonchalance during her statement. She barely sounded convincing and if anything, she acted like she was a second away from spiralling and saying the truth stuck in everyone's throats.

Somehow, her statement had been cut short and she'd been escorted out of the conference room before the press conference ended. I just hoped she'd be okay and her father wouldn't reprimand her for failing to deliver the level of fakeness he demanded from everyone.

Sitting in my office after that great ordeal felt like a reward although I had Dominic on my mind. Since we'd arrived, I'd barely gotten a chance to communicate with him and he wasn't looking at me. I understood why since his father was around and we had to keep up a façade, but it just felt unsettling.

I couldn't wait to go either home or to the villa and be able to act normally around him again.

I hadn't done much since joining the company and I barely had proper duties assigned to me yet so I didn't have much to do in the office.

I sat bored for a while before recalling my last visit to my mother's house. I reached for my purse and scanned through it for the book I'd found.

It still lay in there safely, waiting for me to discover whatever secrets lay on its pages.

I flipped the book open onto the first page and figured a couple of pages were torn from the start. Reading through the first page made me feel slightly uncomfortable since I could tell this was probably someone's diary and I was reading through someone's private thoughts.

I still couldn't help it since I felt this diary could hold key leads or answers to my father's life that I knew nothing of, a part of him hidden that could possibly link up with Teodoro.

Dear Diary.

The infamous opening words. They reminded me of my teenage self with countless journals and diaries, at some point, writing every single thing I couldn't tell anyone about. It was somehow a therapeutic experience not everyone could relate to.

The first entry dated as far back as nearly a decade, something that greatly intrigued me. Who was she and why did my father have her diary in her office?

I think I saw the most handsome man I've ever seen in my entire life tonight. He had the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen and staring at him from across the ballroom gave me butterflies.

He didn't notice me, or maybe he didn't want to because I could swear for a second, I saw him look in my direction. 

But, how could he notice me, a sheltered flower without any bright petals or blossoming features yet among elegant women with everything a breathtaking man like him could desire?