Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Standing in front of the long mirror, I look at myself, the baby-blue pants fit me tight around the hips but loose all the way down to my ankles. A matching thick belt around my waist is paired with a white, sleeveless bodysuit. A matching blue jacket completes the look with neutral, peep-toe Christian Louboutin shoes. My brown hair is parted down the middle and then tied at the nape of my neck in a ponytail. I twirl the end of the ponytail, placing it over my right shoulder. “It's showtime,” I tell myself, grabbing the file and walking out of my office.
I take two steps out before I hear some commotion coming from the side. I peek my head in and see that kids have now joined the party. Everyone is sitting down and talking. “I’m going to go and wait for the couple in the front,” I say, trying not to be nervous but probably failing miserably.
"You've got this," Clarabella reassures me from behind her desk.
"Just remember, none of us knew what the hell we were doing," Presley says as she nurses her son on the couch, while her other son is bouncing in the saucer right in front of her. Irish twins are what we call them. Shelby calls them a walking birth control sponsor.
"And if you need anything, we are here," Shelby reminds me, and all I can do is nod at her.
"I've got this." I try to sound more sure of myself than I really am, ignoring the way my hands shake just a bit and the fact that my stomach is rising all the way to my throat, making me feel like I’m going to throw up. "I've got this."
"Who runs the world?" Clarabella asks.
"Boys and girls, according to Violet," I joke with her.
"Get out of my office and go nail that couple." She points at the door and turns and walks out.
My stomach has been in knots since last week when they handed me this client. I know I can do it. I just have stage fright. "Here we go," I say, as I pull open the door to the room where the couple is standing with their backs to me.
I look down at my nude heels for a second, and when I look up, everything inside me stops. There, standing in front of me with a blond girl holding his hand, is my first love, Matthew Petrov.
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They say in life there are moments you will always remember. Like the first time I scored a goal at seven, in overtime, in a hockey tournament. Or the time when I got drafted into the NHL. There is even the time when I suited up and scored my first goal as an NHL player. And then there will be this moment. Definitely this moment.
My hand is in Helena’s as we look at a picture of an elaborate altar. She is going on and on about it and how she would have added color into the flowers. When I hear the sounds of heels clicking behind me, the sound coming closer and closer to us, I can see the woman approaching in my peripheral vision. The sun comes into the windows all around her. My head turns in slow motion or maybe that is just how I feel it happens. I blink once, twice, three times, wondering if my head is playing tricks on me.
My vision is almost blurry at this point, or at least that is how it feels, until the woman is standing closer to us. It can’t be. Again, I blink my eyes, hoping to fucking God that this isn’t happening to me right now. I even lift my free hand and rub my eyes to see if it’s all in my head. Sadly, it is not.
My heart is beating so fast and so loud in my ears that all I hear is the thumping it makes. My hands are now getting sweaty, and the heat is rising to the back of my neck. She is looking down at her feet, and when she finally looks up, she spots me and we make eye contact. Full-on eye contact. There is no denying it’s her and not some long-lost twin that everyone has. You know the one everyone is always telling you about but probably doesn’t exist. Yeah, that one.
She stops mid step, and if you didn’t know her, you wouldn’t see the way her eyes light up for one second before the wall comes down, shutting it out. Her eyes go from mine to Helena and then down to our hands. My head is screaming at me while I keep asking myself the question over and over again. What the fuck is she doing here?
“Hello,” Sofia greets when she is standing in front of us. “You must be Helena.” She looks over at her and extends her hand to her. “I’m Sofia.”