☆ symphony harris has just graduated after two years at a university her parents chose for her. feeling annoyed with her parents' suffocating nature and controlling attitudes, she searches for a job, determined to live her own life free of all press...
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i park in the same spot tuesday afternoon.
after dropping by the office to check in with mr. ward, to do a few hours of paperwork and, to ignore vivian's piercing glares (even though i still bring her coffee each day when i technically don't have to), i headed out to start work again on the gala space. i need everything to be absolutely perfect and there's still so much to do. not as much as yesterday but still quite a bit.
sitting in my car, i look across the street to check for the audi. it's not quite yet the time he usually leaves the office in the afternoons but part of me was still wondering if he would be here. i decide to scroll through social media and check my text messages while i'm in here. you know, just in case anything important happens.
thirty minutes later, i hear the soft hum of an engines and i look up to my left, seeing the sleek black car with wide eyes. he's actually here? i didn't think i had actually figured it out.
guilt begins to settle in my chest as he steps out of the car, crossing his arms over his chest to stay warm, before walking through the entrance back to where the light ended last night. i quickly look away, ashamed. what happened to leaving him be? why do i have to be so nosy? it's none of my business.
with a frustrated sigh, i give mr. ward once last glance, seeing him stand way off into the distance with his hands in his pockets and his face downcast. a frown places itself on my lips. i wonder silently who he lost. then i wonder if it's possible that all along the hard exterior he holds up is to hide the pain of losing something that once gave him strength. i wish there was something i could do or say but all i can do is stand hundreds of feet away, my hands tucked into my coat pockets and watch him stand.
i turn my gaze away, feeling as if i'm intruding, before walking quickly against the chill wind, the cold biting my exposed skin as if it knows i deserve it.
as soon as i step inside, i shiver and rub my arms, happy to be in the heated building. i breathe on my hands, rubbing them together to warm them up. it feels as if it could snow any day. soon autumn will be over and winter will begin.
"good afternoon." i smile at a custodian and he simply gives me a half hearted wave before continuing his work.
"let's get to work." i say aloud to myself, pulling off my coat.
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my eyes droop as i fix the last of the napkins for the tables. i have spent hours folding each one into origami lotus flowers and i feel as if my fingers are going to fall off. i honestly can't tell you what i've been doing all day because i hardly know. i never knew so many tiny odd jobs needed to be done when planning these parties. my mother was always the one who made sure this stuff was done. the big things like the caterer and the ideas are easy but executing even the smallest idea can take forever when it's on such a large scale and for so many guests.
