| Sequel to Secret Love |
Previously called "The Steadfast Love."
"If you are here to give me hope yet again and then ditch me, I'm sorry to tell you, Xandrous, but I'm no longer the girl who is head over heels in love with you. You already h...
"Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean We'll miss you Until we meet again!" ~Author Unknown
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Victoria's POV
"Would you like me to go to New York and cajoled her to come back, dad?" I swallowed the lump that stuck in my throat. It's been a year and I knew mom and dad miss her like crazy, so was I. I wanted to make it up to her with all the years I've selfishly bitched her though she's innocent.
I vented out upon her all my pent up frustrations in my life. She doesn't even deserves it. I can feel the stinging tears brimming around my eyes again, threatening to fall, but I slammed it back down.
I don't cry. Not me. I don't want dad to see me weak because I'm not!
"It's alright, baby. Your sister is doing pretty well, and I think she needed this." Dad smiled, but I knew it didn't reach his eyes. Guilt tugs my heart again.
It's all my fault. I quickly dismissed the thoughts off since I don't want to remind how selfish I am.
Dad set the magazine he is reading on the table in front of us, and grab his coffee. "Dad," I started trailing off. Vogue had offered me a contract to be their model for the upcoming winter season, so was VS. Seeing dad looking sad, I'm hesitant to ask him for permission. I know I'm damn old enough to decide, and if my conscience doesn't nag me all the time since Elle left, I would just take off without asking them to leave, but no. I'm trying to make it up with them. So hard, but sometimes, when you're used to it, it's hard to change it.
Habits die hard, but I'm trying to change.
"Yes, baby?" Dad beckoned me to sit on the chair opposite him. He's in the loggia and the morning sun that beaming at us, with the soft summer breeze kissing our bare skin, feels so comforting and promises nice weather this morning.
I stared at his gray eyes and I feel like I'm staring at my sister. I love those orbs. I hope I had it, thank heaven, contacts are made.
"The London Vogue offered me a contract for this coming winter catalog, I-I.." I stared at him, fumbling for words to continue to cajole him to permit me to leave.
A smile made its way up his eyes and settled there. "Of course, baby. You could go. You want that right?" dad gave me his blessings and a genuine smile formed on my lips as I bob my head up and down profusely.
"Thanks, dad!" I choked and he smiled brushing it off.
"You look like your mommy a lot!" he said fondly after a lengthy stare. I felt pride in my heart. After Elle runaway -which the whole house turned into chaos, dad's ballistic of her, missing- he and mom never failed to show their support.
