She looked at him in disbelief, trying to wake up from this so-called daydream, when he then took her hands,
"Every girl needs their happily ever after," Thomas said, looking at her with warmth no other man could give.
"And I hope you find yours in...
I groaned as I heard my mother's voice from the kitchen downstairs. I ruffled my auburn hair as I drag myself to the kitchen, smelling my mother's cooking. I walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek.
"Morning, mum," I mumbled and sat on the kitchen's counter, tying my hair as a messy bun.
"What's your schedule today, honey?" my mother asked as I saw her flipping some pancake.
I'm a very busy person; I said to myself but I just shrug, and then realizing she cannot see me. "I do not know mum, probably in my workshop, continuing yesterday's project,"
My mother nodded as she gave me a plate of pancakes and a maple syrup bottle besides it. Eating it peacefully as I saw my father walking down the stairs with his favorite red robe.
"Morning, girls." He said,
Receiving a smile from me and a kiss from my mother, I continued my breakfast. Finishing up, I scrambled upstairs and took a shower. After that, I put on my white shirt and my ripped skinny jeans; I applied a simple make up that went natural to at least cover my sleepiness. I went with the easy look today so I hang my hair naturally as I grabbed my purse and hurriedly skipped downstairs.
"I'm going to the workshop, bye guys." I kissed my parents both on their cheek before taking a bite on my father's pancake.
I grabbed my black coat and walked outside, not in the mood to ride a car. Down the streets of London with my boots stepping on the concrete.
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My name is Tiana Rose Hazeldine. I got my last name from my father, which actually meant hazel eyes. So yeah, I have hazel eyes. I'm 24 years old and is having the job of my dream; being a painter. Luckily I have my own gallery that I got from my paintings income. I'm not that famous, but people knew my name.
My mother's name is Melissa; she's a nurse in the Royal London Hospital here. She's a very caring and loving mother and wife. She dreams of having her own little café (which now she has) and named it The Hazel Café. My father is a businessman, traveling from here to there, but he always has time for his family.
Last but not least, I have an older brother. This year he's supposed to be 27, and I'm 2 years younger than him, so I basically looked up to him. We were closer than closest, even if that was possible. He was always there when I needed him, even when times were rough.
My eyes stopped at a TV shop at my left, I stopped my tracks looking at it. It was airing a TV show. I haven't watched TV shows for like, forever? I thought to myself.
I noticed that it was airing a famous TV show that aired one year earlier, but I never had the chance to watch it. I heard the host talks,
"Audiences! We are sorry to let you wait this long, but not to worry, because The Cinderella Project is back!" he announces as he received a cheering and applaud from the sitting audience.
