A SYMOHONY OF SECRETS

fs me in a fierce bone-crushing hug. Her hands we

ng her vigorously on her back

g me from her iron grip. "Couldn't stop myself there

"We came over just last month." Emily, my younger

embroidered throw pillows, looks beautiful with elegant marble coffee tales. My mother's priceless $500,000 cry

London warms you up," She

t left the office, another day in the daily life of running the family company, a task meant for

iously offered earlier. "I sometimes wonde

er fingers dancing across h

he asks, not raising h

ant to tal

her phone. "Honey, you don't want to talk about i

tonight?" I ask. I can smell

her phone. "What is happ

r eyes to meet mine. My puzzled expression

t know,"

't," I

ng for dinner," She says,

t of my stomach. The possibility of me staining my

our marriage. This is a clause drawn up by his grandfather. After my grandfather saved their family from bankruptcy, they offered their grandson's hand in gratitude, binding

nding distant and foreign. I coul

London I can catch. I am certain my mother would drag me back by

bolt up the stair

going?" Emily

nd a dinner dressed in slacks a

ere going for a c

rt of London you visited" I shout

Emily across from me. My Father presides at the head of the table, and Alexander's Mother, Eleanor, sits op

e. He hasn't changed at all. His long brown hair, now tied back in a low ponytail. It is obvious he never left the gym and his eyes.... they s

trying to decipher something, searching for an answer within the depths of my eyes. After a moment, He seems to give up because he stares at me with that

rned quite a few heads," Eleanor says, distracting me from my torm

ront of 5,000 people. Ho

er eyes making me th

. "When I start playing, everyth

leanor; she breaks into a war

ssed with an angel," she says, return

lex says, drawing my attention to him. His voice

turning to me with a cruel smirk