WHAT'S LOVE?
car and walked toward the grand entrance, her heels clicking lightly against the polished marble pathway. The hou
he returned to every night-one that
for her, bowing slightly.
d of emotion. She didn't stop to exchange pleasantrie
deemed "refined." A massive study desk sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, cluttered with books, binders, and a sleek
k. Flipping open her laptop, she immediately began reviewing her class notes. Her parents
d back in her chair, rubbing her temples. The events of the evening crept into her mind-Alex
t frown. She didn't have tim
amily portrait on her desk-a polished image of her standing stiffly between her parents. Her
in her mind. You're the face of this fami
one, Mia. You're the heir to the Clarke legacy. If you want to
her days had been meticulously scheduled-piano lessons, etiquette training, ad
an image of control. But it had come at a cost. Every move she made
It was almost midnight, and yet her
other often said whenever Mia
ning to her notes. She was used to this-used to the pressure, th
eel like to live without all the rules. Without the constan
grin flashed in her mind, and she
hought bitterly. Doesn't he know I don
otions under a mountain of work. She had no
ded perfection, and Mia was
ily over one shoulder. The peeling paint on the walls and the faint scent of fried food waft
ion, the way she had walked away without looking back. It stung more than he
g room light greeted him. The space was modest but well-kept, with mis
om the kitchen. She was chopping vegetables with quick, p
umbled, kicking off
harp eyes scanning him. "What happened? Yo
ing his backpack onto the c
further. She returned to her chopping, the
ng quietly. She looked up and smiled faintly at Alex. "You should
Alex insisted, forci
sponsibility that came from being the family's backbone. She worked tirelessly at a corporate job that paid well enough t
f you don't want to talk about it, that's
ncern even if he didn't feel lik
hands, steady and nimble as they worked the needles. She had been knitting scarves and hats to sell a
r fa
s ago, leaving his mother, Vanessa, and him to fend for themselves. He had lef
the family. She worked long hours, rarely had time for herself, and neve
heir mother would say. "You shoul
he same way: "I'm not leaving you
ve the life he did-a good education, the chance to dream beyond their small apartment. He didn't
essa called, interr
en, where she had set three plates of r
know, you should be grateful for that fancy school of yours.
aid quietly, sta
rm. "She's right, Alex. Vanessa works so hard
e wanted to make them proud, to live up to the expectations they had for hi
came from a completely different world-a world of privilege and p
ences, he couldn't shake
late. Vanessa noticed but didn't comment
luttered with textbooks and crumpled papers. He sat down, pulling ou
ow, the city lights tw
" he muttered to himself, his th
knew he wasn't ready