Passion or Revenge

r arranging the food trays on the table or filling flutes with sparkling champagne. No one was idle, Mrs. Livingston made

restigious Oxford University. Now he was coming home to join the family business. The Livingston's never passed up

cake?" Agatha shrill voice

On final touch, I thought as I carefully coated t

know my name. I have always had a crush on him since I was ten years old, which was around the time my mother started working for the Livingston's. The staffs were

er hap

was fifteen. And after four

t along his or her daughter or even granddaughter, all housing hope tha

least. I packed my straight brown hair in a neat ponytail, applied lipstick and touched up my full lashes with mascara. Its unfo

nto our faces as we lined up in the kitchen. "Treat the guests with respect a

on anything tonight. Tonight is going to be perfect and it would be

ns and the prettiest line up of colorful flowers. All that was remaining was for Mason to grace the hall with his presence. I had overheard Agatha and Joe, the Livingst

tings with each other, with a graceful smile on their lips, a glass of champagne in

other ladies who watched him with great admiration, I too, stared at him, until every other person disappeared and it was just Mason and

cles were more defined as threatened to rip out of his shirt. His stormy blu

im. Probably asking mundane questions like "ho

taking him to meet even more guests and their daughters.

barked from behind me. I spun around almost immediately,

with the dishes, there's a

one last glance at where Mason stood, now in the company of h

all night. Giddy with excitement, I scurried down to where they stood as fast as I coul

nd but not before the drink

" I heard one o

of glass off the floor and unto the tray. The sharp glass bit into my finger

say. When I didn't respond, he g

she was everywhere. "I apologize on her behalf sir," she said

with hot tears p

I tend to have clumsy spells at the wrong time, usually when I got excited or was nervous. Thankfully, Mason did no

familiar voice ca

me, wearing only a pair of sweat pants. His taut muscles and chiseled ab

. I looked away as co

asked as he poured him

in

ed to buckle at his touch. "You have pretty hands," he wh

t as my head starts to spin, a

going o

u