Faux Vows, True Desires

"If I break out in pimples, it's all because of your curse."

Hudson was speechless.

With her family's encouragement, Cecilia cheerfully headed out.

Just outside, she ran into her neighbor, Wilman, on her way to buy groceries. Cecilia greeted her with a smile.

"Cecilia, why are you walking to work?" Wilma asked, "Don't you usually zip around on your electric bike?"

"Outta juice; it totally slipped my mind to recharge it. I left it at the shop last night to recharge, so today I'm thinking about catching a taxi."

"I see. Cecilia, do you guys have any leftover pastries at the end of the day? If you do, bring them back and sell them to me for a good price. I love the pastries from your shop."

She mentioned buying them the next day because Cecilia usually got home late, and as an old lady who slept early, she can't possibly wait until midnight just for pastries.

Cecilia readily agreed, saying, "If you like them, I'll bring some back tonight. My mom can drop them off at your place in the morning. No need to pay me. But Wilma, you're not getting any younger; you've got to watch your sugar intake. I'll ask the pastry chef to make some savory biscuits for you with less sugar in the pastries; just a hint of sweetness will do."

Wilma chuckled. "Alright, Cecilia, thank you."

Even though Cecilia said no payment was necessary, Wilma would still insist on paying. Cecilia might not accept the money, but Wilma couldn't help but give it to her.

They chatted and strolled out of the alleyway.

A familiar luxury car was parked there.

It was Owen's.

Cecilia was quite surprised.

What was he doing here, waiting?

Was he here to pick her up for work?

Was he really that nice?

Was the sun rising from the west today?

Now that it was hanging high in the sky, the sun rays reminded Cecilia that the sun was still

so she pretended not to

circles

bring any bodyguards

one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding a lit cigarette, taking occasional

couple of drags from his cigarette, threw it

"Cecilia, do you

booked online. Wilma, I have to go to work now; be careful crossing

Owen's car wasn't as good as her grandson's. Her grandson's car was a seven-seat business vehicle, which was quite expensive. After riding in her grandson's car, Wilma thought no other car could be as

that ride-hailing driver was

going grocery shopping. It's almost the weekend; I'll have your family

she could eat pastries and also help Cecilia's

"Alright."

man in the car, laughing as she asked, "What's going on today? You're here; did you deliberately come to pick me

one day she'd enjoy this kind

in her hand and asked, "What's

her eyes and said, "Even if you've never eaten a sandwich, you should have seen it on TV. You're

and I

the Martinez family, which

wealthy family, so his

know it's a

you ask what it

"If I hadn't asked, would you have diverted the conversation to the

the sandwich from Cecilia's hand and quickly took a

too late to

"Noble heir of the Martinez family, you look like you're about to

but who was it for? It's for driving you to

helplessly said, "Owen, I know my place; you don't need to

came to find her, it definitely wasn't for anything

Driving her to work?

would never

turned around and

out to her, "Cecilia, get

with just one sandwich? I'll buy you some bread and a