~ Past separated them, now pain will bring them together.~
A teenager Sofia Hayden, experiencing her falling apart family isolated herself slowly from everything that she held dear, especially from her best friend Max Wilder who had just realized hi...
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While occurrences of yesterday was still afresh in her mind, she was determined to grab the leash of her life, and get as much as she could of it back in control.
"Simmy, bring out the files and bills of the biggest take-out orders we've received till this day," Sofia ordered, without lifting her eyes from the names she was writing down on a list alongside scribbling down information about the people of that list to a different, new file. "There are more files at the bottom of the shelf, bring them too. And please, stop staring at me like I've grown two heads."
Simmy collected the said dusty files from the shelf and dropped them heavily on Sofia's desk. Dust billowed. But Sofia was uncaring to it except for a couple of nonchalant coughs.
Approximately an hour later, Simmy approached Sofia again, very carefully. "Sofia, why are you having us bring out the bills and files. And why the hell are you making that list with our big-shot customers' names in it? Don't tell me you're going to go 'serial killer' on them!"
Sofia didn't raise her head. She just went to grab another file from the pile Simmy had dropped on her desk. "To say it directly, I'm planning to earn more money, I'm going to extend the business," she said nonchalantly, dragging more of the dusty files closer.
The door to her office was at the moment thrown open, as usual, and she could sense her entire staffs' eager ears listening in.
From the corner of her eye, Sofia could see Simmy wringing her fingers along with opening and closing her mouth a few times. "You have any questions? Ask away."
Sofia's encouragement did the magic. Simmy bounded closer to her desk in a fraction of a second.
But contrary to what Sofia thought, Simmy's question had nothing to do with the business extending.
"I know that you wouldn't appreciate me asking you personal questions but," Simmy huffed, looking like she had decided to be daring rather than timid. "What is this I'm hearing, Sofia? Your aunt said that you've eloped and got married, with the man you were supposed to get married with anyway!"
Sofia froze.
Nonetheless, Simmy continued further, finally letting it all out of her chest, "But I immediately ended the call when that wicked witch began bad mouthing about you, again. And you need to know, Sofia, that I do not believe her. After all, why would you run away with the person you are already betrothed to, that would just be so...weird." Simmy scratched her head at this point, looking expectantly at Sofia. "Right?"
Sofia's mind reeled back to her so called wedding ceremony—less than an hour in the magistrate's office, signing incoherent papers, then getting hauled to her marital home, dismay, tears.
It was nowhere near the adventurous act of elopement people were naming it to be.
