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?

up at the sky; the sun was right on schedule, rising into the sky at half past six. Now that it was hanging high in the sky, the sun rays reminded Cecilia

didn't want to get into Owen's car under Wilma's gaze, so she pretended

circles

bring any bodyguards

down, one hand on the steering wheel, the

drags from his cigarette, threw it away, and

Cecilia, "Cecilia, do you know that

Wilma, I

as her grandson's. Her grandson's car was a seven-seat business vehicle, which was quite expensive. After riding

driver was really young

grocery shopping. It's almost the weekend; I'll have your family take me to your shop

didn't like coffee, but she could

"Alright."

watched Wilma cross the road and head towards the supermarket, then leaned over and looked at the man in the car, laughing as she asked, "What's going on today? You're here; did you deliberately come

dreamed that one day she'd enjoy this kind of

the sandwich in her hand and asked, "What's

you should have seen it

don't watch TV, and I really haven't eaten

the Martinez family, which was already wealthy when he was

born into a wealthy family, so his meals were always

I know it's a

you ask what it

silent for a moment, then said, "If I hadn't asked, would you have diverted the conversation to

from Cecilia's

too late to snatch

family, you look like you're about to starve. Did you leave the house

but who was

need to create any illusions to make me think

came to find her, it definitely wasn't for

Driving her to work?

would never

around and walked

to her, "Cecilia, get in the car; I'll

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