As Lauren walked out of the house she can feel someone following her.
"Lauren". She turns around and saw Allen. She stood there and look dead straight on Allen's eyes. "Forgive me, I did not mean to hurt you". Allen get down on his knees, he hold Lauren's hand wanting, wishing for forgiveness.
However, Lauren instead of feeling pity and sympathy for Allen she felt disgusted."You are not asking for forgiveness Allen. I have known you for years".
"No, no Lauren I do, I'm really sorry". Allen dramatically said.
As Lauren pulled out her hand she said one last thing. "You do not love me, and you do not want my forgiveness... you just wanted my wealth. And well if you think you will have me again, you are completely mistaken".
Just like that Lauren walks away, her chest was in pain she can feel her heart getting heavy as she walks away. The pain of the thoughts of continously breaking up with Allen hurt her.
OFFICE
"Here you are again". Erika was shock when she saw Lexi was behind her again. "Peeking huh?". Lexi teases her.
"What are you doing here again?". Erika asked.
"I believe you do owe me a thank you because you know I became so drunk yesterday after you asked me to drink and then you started making dram-". Erika immediately cover up Lexi's mouth to shut it up.
"What do you want?". She asked.
"None. As someone who is concerned and heard all your problems yesterday, I just wanted to let you know that you don't have to worry about her too much... I saw that she is a strong woman you don't have to worry about her nor the decision that she will make". After saying those words Lexi walk away and wave her hands. "I'm going back to work ma'am! I'm sorry for the disturbance". She then headed back to her place.
Friday nigh came, Lexi make sure to stop by at the grocery store before heading to her condominium. She bought some food for Valeria and even raw ingredients, since she knows that Valeria was into cooking. After getting back to her condo she make sure to pack her things before sounding asleep in her bed.
SATURDAY MORNING
The dawn's first light gently spills through the kitchen window, painting the room hue. The quiet hum of the early morning is broken only by the rhythmic sound of a wooden spoon stirring batter and the faint crackle of the oven heating up. A young woman, still wrapped in the warmth of sleep, stands at the counter, carefully measuring ingredients, her mind focused on the simple act of baking—but her heart set on something more.
She moves with quiet purpose, kneading dough with practiced hands, the scent of vanilla and fresh bread filling the air like an embrace. Outside, the city is just beginning to stir, but inside this small kitchen, time feels suspended. She steals glances at the clock, it is almost time, she will come back soon.
A tray of warm pastries sits waiting, their golden crusts glowing under the soft kitchen light.