Clémence and Berenice broke the news to Rose after she had time to digest her breakfast.
“Murdered? Are you sure?” Rose’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “Who would kill Pierre?”
“No clue,” said Clémence. “Do you have any ideas?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“I know it’s hard, sweetie,” said Berenice, “but can you tell us a bit more about him?”
Rose slumped down on the red leather couch in the salon. She put her hands over her face and breathed in deeply. Clémence and Berenice looked at each other, wondering if Rose was going to start crying. She surprised them by sitting upright and taking a sip of her espresso that sat on the glass coffee table.
“I met Pierre when I was in school finishing my MBA,” she started. “I thought he was a bit serious at first, but the more we got to know each other, the more comfortable we became. When we decided to be exclusive, we were inseparable; I was over the moon in love with him. I mean, he’s well-educated, he’s from an upper class family, we both have ambitious career goals, and he could be very romantic and attentive—well, for the first few months that we’ve known each other anyway. He moved in with me a year ago and that was when we started fighting more. It was around the same time that he got his project management job at F.R.Fraser, so I thought it was because he was overworked and stressed all the time. God, is it too early for some wine?”
Clémence jumped up. “It’s never too early for wine.”
In the kitchen, she uncorked a bottle of red. Berenice helped her take the wine glasses back in to the salon.
Rose took a sip. Then she chugged the whole glass. “Thanks, I needed that.”
“Did Pierre have any enemies?”
“Sometimes he would complain about his co-workers. I think there’s one co-worker ...
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...he office,” said Rose. “He should be. I’d go with you, but I don’t think I can handle that right now.”
“Don’t worry,” said Clémence. “I’ll just go. I’ll tell the truth and say that I’m a friend of yours, picking up Pierre’s things for you, and I’ll try to run into this Paolo guy.”
“Want me to go with you?” asked Berenice.
Clémence looked at Rose in her sad state. Rose was trying to keep strong, but Clémence knew that she was vulnerable and needed support in a time like this.
“Can you stay with Rose?” she asked. Then she looked at the clock. “Actually, it’s almost lunch time, and Paolo sounds like the kind of guy who would take his time enjoying his lunch. We can eat lunch together and I’ll go pay him a visit right after.”
Just then Miffy jumped up into Rose’s lap and snuggled into her. Rose’s sullen face crinkled into a smile as she stroked Miffy’s white fur.
"We had just gotten into a fight, but it was foolish. I was trying to make it up to him by making his portraits of our love story in pastel... Funny, now he'll eventually gain some notoriety. Excuse me... I have to go."
Daisy’s face was filled with fear as she slowly stood up and walked around the room. “She was…she was killed?” Daisy questioned in a trembling voice.
“In spite of it all…I had done it, Lucia.” She whispered as she closed her eyes. She turns away from the window, a faint handprint still left on the window. She walked to a small wooden table and grabbed a miniature bottle on top, before she shuffled to the door. A man with silver rimmed glasses bows before her at the entryway and pushed open the door.
Jasmine had left 1 hour early in order to start getting ready and guess who she took with her, Miranda leaving me to get ready with Wendell. We head to the dressing room and as soon as we are inside on our own, the old Wendell returns. “I told you I would find someone better than Jasmine, although I shouldn’t be saying this but Miranda is great. She has been a Victoria Secret model since 2007, she has been voted the sexiest woman alive and she is everything anyone would want.” “That’s nice Wendell,” I respond, “but Jasmine is the only one who I wish to be with.” We then got ready in silence. About 10 minutes before I was meant to go outside, Arturo came and started to comfort me that everything would be okay. “You know I have forgiven you with what happened with the Vidromek case and you have forgiven me what happened with Jasmine at the Christmas party all those years ago.” I stared at the floor but didn’t say anything, my eyes not meeting his. “But now we are grown up and I would like to give you the opportunity to be your own person. I am very happy to say that you went to Oak Ridge and now we can just hope for the best.” “Yes, Marcelo has forgiven Arturo and he thinks that it is time for Arturo and Marcelo to be friends again.” I said with a smile on my face. It was now time to go outside and walk down the aisle where the most important decision of my life would be made. “Let’s go Arturo,” I then stated and we walked outside into the beautiful
“Mr. Silver’s office is that way.” He pointed down the hallway. “I think he is in a meeting and should be back soon. You could wait in the lobby the receptionist should be back by now.”
Speaking up quickly, Margaret said, “We’ve not eaten. When your dad heard about Katherine, he forgot about dinner and wanted to get over here to be with you guys.”
After they’d ridden a short way, he spoke again. “When did you lose your first husband?”
“Yeah,” he replied. Seeing how Ichigo and Riruka were having their moment, Kugo gently grabbed Brianna’s shoulder so she would rest against him. He rubbed it slightly. About fifteen minutes later of quietly viewing the scenery, Yukio appeared and announced, “Pizza’s here.” Giriko materialized in front of them along with a table fit for four. Slowly we all got up. Riruka was still sad, but not as much as earlier. Ichigo rubbed her back once they sat down. The other two did the sit down awkward thing where they sit and don’t know what to do, talk about, or how to react.
She stifled her laugh when she heard them stir. She found a small tissue and forced a tear as she trudged into the kitchen.
“My pleasure,” Sam said kindly. “Well I better get back to my garden. I will see you tomorrow.” I had just made another friend.
.... There were daily lineups around the block for their macarons and other desserts and pastries. The salon de thé were booked for weeks in advance. Her mother was just calling to update her and to ask how her trip to Zurich was. They chatted a while longer, but Clémence didn’t want to tell her about Rose’s boyfriend’s death just yet.
Behind her she heard the terrified sobs of Olivia. Her own eyes also weighed with tears. But she reached into some unknown strength in herself so that her hands would not tremble
He immediately got onto the ground to help her up but before he could even do that he felt a overprotecting need surge through his body and he wrapped his arms around her back. Amberly put her arms around him as she inhaled the warm vanilla scent he always had on his clothes. Now tears were just slowly rolling down her cheeks. Caesar could always calm her down no matter what was happening. After a minute or so passed they both let go of each other at the same time. Caesar put his hand up to her face and wiped away one of the spare tears. Then he rested his forehead against
On the kitchen floor he set her down, held her in his arms, and kissed her. “Thanks.”
“Oh, his usual: a small bowl of oatmeal, accompanied by sliced grapefruit sprinkled with powdered sugar. After his breakfast, he left the house at 7:15 after giving me a swift kiss goodbye.” Lavinia halted, “And I never saw him again,” she said as a cascade of tears tumbled down her face.