Love Began with the First Meeting

The dress wrapped her plump breasts just right, cleavage partly hidden. The tight-waisted design emphasized a beautiful spread-out of her hemline. To complete the look, she had chosen a burgundy belt, buckled into a butterfly knot. The belt complemented her burgundy stilettos, decorated with butterfly knots at the counter.

She wore her long straight hair in a relaxed bun and had a black butterfly earring in her left ear. She chose slight make-up, different from the typical woman in parties who would sure arrive in excessive make-up. Her make-up was almost invisible, but she looked gorgeous. The light-yellow lip gloss and her clear eyes matched nicely, making it difficult for others to take eyes off her even for just a moment.

The admiration in Eric's eyes was unmistakable. He saw Molly as an angel falling through the sky at dawn, after a cloudy starless night, who attempted to go out of darkness while clinging to the different temptation brought by darkness. Her radiance was like bright morning light shining through the gloomy, grey sky of his heart. And Eric's attraction looked even deeper. He peeked into her soul, to the wonderful person Molly was inside.

Eric stared at Molly in such a way that she felt nervous. She puckered her lips and asked,"Well, looking terrible?"

Eric smiled extremely evilly and attractively. He slightly looked up and said,"You are going to be the most beautiful black swan at the party!"

'You will also be a black swan that can beat on certain nerve deep in somebody's heart!'

Eric thought, with a naughty smile.

say a word. Without hesitation, he took an overcoat for Molly and grabbed her

trailing after Eric. When he found a chance to call Brian, he briefly reported to him what

frowned, not wanting to believe what he heard. He only put in a few

out of concern when she saw the

Weston, who sat in front of him. Weston had said something to which Wing was

Overcautious

Grand Kindergarten, Wing and Weston had fought in the

rested on her shoulder, followed by an embrace into familiar arms. Shirley raised her head and looked up at Richie, whose eyes were as deep as the sea. His lips had an inexplicable

love for his daughter. He looked with his deep eyes at Wing, who kept smiling

he could remember, there was only one time when Wing got self-willed. That was when she got to know her own identity and Shirley was going to leave her. She refused to take medication. She cried days on end, inconsolable. More so, she told Richie about the hard times when Shirley had eked

on Richie's heart. After that, he always felt guilty in front of Shirley. The guilt sat not on his chest but deep inside his heart and soul. How he wished he could turn back the clock, undo all the wrongs and correct all the missteps. The feeling of guilt burnt his guts slowly yet so badly that eventually there was nothing left but a shell of a person. All that Richie could do now