The sun shone bright today than any other day. The sky is clear and all my troubles have gone away. Seven years had passed and I have to say, I grown strong, more composed and maybe matured. I now worked as a model at PhiLouisVan Modelling for five years. A company build by aunt Louisa.
I struggled during those years. I was losing my hope when delivering Alenique. He got complications because I— you know Depressed at that time. For two months I didn't spare a glance at my son because he reminded me so much of the good for nothing guy who catastrophically his father. But it's a good thing he was healthy now.
Alenique was now in first grade and he was an intelligent boy. "That's not true Uncle Evan! Stella is just a friend." I heard my son whined. "Oh really? Not seems to me, little bud. I saw how you blushed when she handed you a box of homemade chocolate cookies."
Until now as I looked at him I can see a little version of Him. The way he popped his cheeks, the color of his eyes, he even inherit his dad's cheeky smiles.
"What are you two talking about?"
"Mom! Uncle Evan insisted that I liked Stella."
"Don't you? Little Stella Johnsons was a beautiful girl." He blushed. Just like Him.
"Yeah.. But not the way Uncle is implying." He defended.
I hugged him tight and playfully glare at Evan. "Evan stop teasing him. He already said he liked her."
"Mom~ I said—"
"I know, I know, you liked her but the other way around." He folded his arm and glared at me.
"Sorry. Anyway, Alenique I'll be gone 'til tomorrow."
"Again? Why??" I saw how he hated when I was gone. "I need to do my job. I promise , when I get back we'll go somewhere." He smiled.
I left him with Phil and he was extremely excited to spend some time with him. "I heard news from him, wanna hear it?" I flinched. I know I'm not ready to hear it. But I wanted to know. "Okay.. What?"
"Chills. I'm still not starting and you're getting cranky. He dragged race with Carter. What can you say?"
My head snapped at him. "He what?! Dragged Race with Carter?! Does he have any idea how dangerous it was?"
"Does this mean you still care?"
"Of course NOT!!!! I just can't believe that he doesn't change a bit. Troublemaker, So immature." I was fuming.
"Okay.. No need to be defensive." I was not being defensive. I was changing his thoughts about my word.
I'm thirty minutes late but my photographer knew my situation. "Get ready, Monique you're up next." Pierre said. Pierre was French and he and I are the best of friends.
I changed into a gray halter top with sleeves and a blue short and a leather boot finished with a cowboy hat. My stylist putted some bluish bangles and a heart shape necklace on me.
I saw how Pierre looked at me and I know exactly what it means—Admiration. "Keep staring and I'm sure we'll not finish."
He chuckled and asked me to strike a pose. We finished after four hours. "Good job. How's Ale?"
"Cheeky as always. You grew handsome every time I see you. Are you seeing anyone?"
"We both know that the only person I wanna date was you." I bit my lips and he took a shot. "Beautiful as always." He commented at my photo.
I arrived at my designated room. I threw myself in bed and my phone suddenly rang. I was surprised to see an unknown number in my phone. "Hello?" I waited for an answer. I was going to hang up when a male voice spoke, "How are you, Moe?"
"Who is this?"
"It's me, Drake Higgins." I almost squealed at my caller. "Oh My God!!! Drake??? Gosh how are you? How did you get my number?"
"You're happy.. I'm good and I got you're number at one of your friend. Anyways I called to invite you on Ashley and I's wedding." My eyes widen. All this years they didn't broke up.
"Gosh.. What kind of friend am I. How is she?" I sighed.
"Your a good friend. She's doing okay. We had a three year old baby." I gasped.
"When is your wedding? I'm going back there." I heard Ashley's voice on the background. "Who are you talking to?"
"Drake don't tell her.. I wanna surprise her." He agreed . "Hi, hun. Just a friend I wanna invite on our wedding."
The call disconnected. Drake said that the wedding will be held on weekends and thinking that I will see the Grants is making it hard for me to breathe.
Do I have the courage to face Him?
