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vibrantly.
                  “That she is,” Richard whispered.
                  I shot him a look, my eyes narrowed, to which he shook his head. He cleared his throat, turned, and walked out the door.
                  Well, that was weird.
                 
                  The car ride to the “event” was eerily silent, as I stared out the window, watching pedestrians pass by. The silence was beginning to annoy me, for I had a question that was burning at the back of my throat, and if I didn’t let it out, I feared I may be restless the whole day.
                  “Can I ask you something?” I cleared my throat, fiddling my hands over my lap. “I hope you won’t mind.”
                  He said nothing, as the car came to a stop, parking in front of a church. I glanced at the tall, grand church for a moment, my brows furrowed in confusion. A tall, bell tower rested over the roof of the church- the bell swinging slowly with the light April gust. I frowned, my eyes raking over the milky white coating of the church, wondering why we were stopping there. A tall golden gate, like something out of a Spielberg movie, stood proud before the grand building, sparkling.
                  “You can ask,” he said, staring at the street ahead.
                  I exhaled a deep breath, turning my head towards him.
                  “You should tell them, you know,” I said. “I know I’m in no position to say this, but I really feel for you, Richard. You should really tell your family about…you know.”
                  His eyes narrowed, as he whipped his head towards me, giving me a confused stare.
                  “What are you talking about?”
                  I placed my hands on my knees, exhaling another deep breath.
                  “About your relationship,” I said slowly. “With Valencio.”
                  Richard’s steely eyes bulged, as he jumped upward, his head hitting the ceiling of the car roof.
                  “I didn’t mean to startle you!” I said. “I’m sorry! I’m just trying to give you my support—“
                  He groaned, pressing a hand against his head, his back resting against the leather car seat. He turned his eyes towards me, breathing hard, and giving me a stare so cold, I was sure I’d freeze any moment.
                  “Get out,” he said, his voice quiet.
                  I frowned. “I really didn’t mean to upset you—“
                  “Get the hell out of my car!” His yells bounced through the walls of the car, as I jumped in my seat, startled.
                  His eyes were flaming with anger, and without another thought, I exited out of the car, panting.
     
     
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
                  Clenching the sides of my dress with both hands, my heart continued its piercing beat, as I watched him speed down the street, his sleek Mercedes turning into a dot as it furthered down the road.
                  I chewed the edge of my bottom lip, frowning. It was the first time I had met someone who not only looked angry twenty four seven, but drove angry as well.
                  As I pondered on this thought, my ears peaked on the sound of expensive shoes tapping against the cool, cement ground, approaching me. That familiar scent of lavender swirled around my form, as though caging me in place.
                  Earlier, in Richard’s car, I had told myself that when I see James again, I would give him the yelling of a life time and poke his eyes out in the process. But of course, the yelling would only hurt my throat, and the poking the eyes out part, would most likely land me