Chapter 18

Alastair and Zaviya were on their way to the MOA Smart Araneta Coliseum. The atmosphere inside the van was lively, filled with chatter and laughter. Alastair's squad—Zyair, Orion, Cadence, Roux, Klaud, and Gaios—buzzed with excitement about the upcoming All-Star Game for businessmen. The event was prestigious, but for Alastair, the game held a personal meaning.

As they finally parked outside the venue, Alastair glanced at Zaviya, who was seated beside her in the passenger seat. Her sharp, elegant features were framed by her neatly tied hair, and her confidence radiated effortlessly.

Alastair flashed her a playful smile. "Ready to cheer for your star player?"

Zaviya met her gaze with a smirk. "Only if you promise to win."

Her confidence made Alastair chuckle. "We will win. I promise. All my shots are for you, Zavi. I'm gonna make you proud."

From the backseat, Cadence rolled her eyes in mock exasperation. "Hoy, lovebirds! Enough na. Tara na sa labas. Baka langgamin kami dito."

The rest of their squad burst out laughing, teasing the two incessantly. Alastair simply shrugged, unfazed, while Zaviya managed to suppress a smile.

Once they were all out of the van, they made their way to the VIP lounge. Cameras flashed, fans cheered, and greetings echoed as they walked through the crowd. Alastair stayed close to Zaviya, leading her through the commotion until they reached their seats.

When they finally settled into the luxurious VIP section, Alastair turned to Zaviya and leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'll be back soon, okay? Enjoy the game, Zavi."

Zaviya smiled up at her, her composed demeanor masking the slight flutter in her chest. "I'm fine here, Alastair. Don’t worry about me. Good luck out there. Do your best, hotstuff."

Their sweet exchange didn’t go unnoticed. People around them smiled and whispered, charmed by how affectionate they seemed. Whether or not it was all an act, Zaviya wasn’t sure anymore.

As Alastair left for the locker rooms with her squad, Zaviya and her friends—Oliana, Khali, Violet, and Reika—settled into their seats. They were just as excited, chatting animatedly about the game.

Oliana leaned closer to Zaviya, her voice low but teasing. "Baka naman nafafall ka na talaga kay Alastair, ha? Bagay talaga kayo."

Zaviya rolled her eyes, her cheeks already betraying her. "Oli, stop it. We're just acting. Look around, ang daming tao. We have to ace this."

Oliana chuckled knowingly. "Okay, sabi mo e. Pero girl, stop na sa pamumula ng pisngi."

Zaviya instinctively touched her cheeks, willing herself to act normal as her friends giggled.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Alastair and her squad were deep into their pre-game preparations. The tension was palpable, but so was their determination.

Klaud clapped her hands together. "Let’s show them what we’ve got."

Orion grinned, cracking her knuckles. "Yeah, let’s give them a game they won’t forget."

Roux, who had been quiet until now, suddenly sighed. "This game is for Violet. I hope she forgives me na... and gets back with me."

Gaios placed a reassuring hand on Roux's shoulder. "She’ll come around, dude. Be patient. Good things take time."

The team shared a moment of solidarity before returning to their warm-ups, their focus sharpening. The roar of the crowd above them only fueled their adrenaline.

After twenty minutes of anticipation, Alastair's team finally entered the court, their presence sparking an eruption of cheers from the enthusiastic crowd. The stadium was alive with excitement, the energy palpable as fans chanted their names. Zaviya and her friends couldn't help but notice the overwhelming attention Alastair and her squad were receiving, especially from the women in the stands.

"Alastair! Alastair!" the crowd chanted with fervor.

Some fans shouted louder than others, their voices carrying over the noise.

"Ang pogi mo talaga, Alastair! Akin ka na lang!" one girl screamed.

"Anakan mo na ako, baby Klaud!" another yelled, drawing laughter.

"Ishoot mo lahat ng bola, bebe Alastair! Magshoot ka rin sakin, eme hahaha!" teased another.

"Omg, Gaios! Ang sarap mo, biiii!" someone else added, causing an uproar of giggles.

Zaviya couldn't hide her irritation, though it was mixed with a sense of pride and a hint of possessiveness. Her friends, as they always did, seized the opportunity to tease her mercilessly.

"Looks like someone is a hot commodity," Reika quipped, smirking.

Violet nudged Zaviya lightly. "Don’t worry, Zaviya. We know Alastair—she’s all yours."

Before Zaviya could retort, the announcer's voice boomed through the PA system, demanding everyone's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the All-Star Game for Businesswomen! Let’s give a big round of applause for Alastair Dee and her team!"

The crowd erupted into another wave of cheers and applause. Alastair, ever the charmer, looked up toward the VIP lounge where Zaviya was seated and waved. Zaviya, unable to suppress a smile, waved back with an unmistakable glow of pride.

The game began, the intensity immediate as Alastair’s team took on their challengers.

"And we’re off!" the announcer exclaimed. "Alastair Dee’s team takes on the challengers. Let’s see how this game unfolds!"

In the first quarter, Alastair's team secured the tip-off. Klaud quickly passed the ball to Roux, who skillfully dribbled down the court before handing it off to Alastair. With a deft move, Alastair faked out her defender and executed a flawless layup.

"What a move by Alastair Dee!" the announcer enthused. "That was smooth."

The opposing team scrambled to respond, but Orion intercepted the ball with a sharp read of their play. A quick pass to Zyair followed, who sank a three-pointer effortlessly, eliciting another roar from the audience.

"Zyair with a beautiful three-pointer! This team is on fire!"

As the game progressed into the second quarter, the competition grew fiercer. The score remained tight, with both teams fighting for dominance. Gaios snatched a crucial rebound and sent the ball to Cadence, who sprinted down the court. Spotting Alastair open at the three-point line, Cadence delivered a precise pass.

Alastair took the shot, and as the ball swished through the net, she turned to the VIP lounge and blew a playful flying kiss to Zaviya.

"Alastair Dee with another incredible shot!" the announcer declared. "She’s unstoppable! That’s her 45th score for the day."

The camera captured Zaviya, whose radiant smile and blush lit up the screen.

"And there’s Zaviya Porsild-Dee, Alastair Dee’s beautiful wife," the announcer continued. "The couple has been the talk of the town, and it’s clear they’re very much in love. Kaya pala panay ang shoot ni Alastair, inspired kay Zaviya."

Zaviya waved at the camera, her cheeks tinged pink.

"Their love story is an inspiration to many. Look at that smile!"

The action on the court resumed with Orion sinking another three-pointer and Cadence making a pivotal block. Alastair, in a dazzling display of skill, drove the ball through two defenders and delivered a spectacular dunk.

"What an incredible play by Alastair Dee!" the announcer shouted. "The crowd goes wild!"

By halftime, Alastair's team had pulled ahead, leading by ten points. The audience buzzed with excitement as Zaviya and her friends cheered enthusiastically, their voices blending with the roaring crowd.

After an exhilarating game, Alastair’s team emerged victorious. Reporters swarmed the court, eager to interview the star players.

"Alastair," one reporter began, "how does it feel to win this All-Star Game?"

Alastair grinned, wiping sweat from her brow. "It feels amazing! Our team played with heart and determination. I’m proud of every single one of them."

"Your moves were incredible out there. May we know who’s your inspiration for this match?"

Alastair chuckled, glancing toward the VIP lounge. "Oh, haha, of course! My wife is watching me tonight, so I had to ace my game. After all, she’s my inspiration, and all my shots are for her."

The reporter smiled warmly. "Wow, that’s lovely to hear. Thank you, Alastair, and congratulations!"

Alastair bowed to the reporters before jogging to the bench where Zaviya and their friends waited. Without hesitation, she leaned in to kiss Zaviya’s cheek, a gesture that earned cheers from the crowd.

"You were incredible out there," Zaviya whispered, her voice soft but full of admiration.

Alastair’s eyes twinkled as she replied, "Thanks to you, my lucky charm."

The group posed for pictures, their smiles radiating joy as fans and friends surrounded them. The announcer’s voice once again echoed through the stadium.

"Let’s hear it one more time for Alastair Dee and her team! And of course, for Zaviya Porsild, who supports her all the way. What a game, and what a couple!"

As the crowd erupted into applause, Alastair and Zaviya exchanged a glance that spoke volumes. In that moment, amidst the cheers and flashing cameras, their act of perfect love played out seamlessly on the grand stage, leaving everyone captivated by their undeniable chemistry.

**************A

week after the annual Star Basketball Game – Businessman Edition, the sun was just beginning to rise when Zaviya found herself bustling around her room, packing her bags. Alastair leaned casually against the doorway, her arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched Zaviya with amusement.

“I still think it's ridiculous for you to drive me all the way to Batangas,” Zaviya sighed, glancing at Alastair with a slight shake of her head.

“And I still think it’s ridiculous for you to refuse a free ride,” Alastair shot back, her smirk widening. “Come on, Zavi, it'll be fun.”

Zaviya rolled her eyes, though a small, reluctant smile crept onto her lips. She zipped up her suitcase and grabbed her bag. “Fine, but you're buying me breakfast,” she said, raising a brow.

“Deal,” Alastair replied without missing a beat, stepping forward to grab Zaviya’s luggage.

By 6 AM, Alastair was behind the wheel of her car, expertly navigating the morning traffic while Zaviya sat in the passenger seat, her phone acting as a navigator. The early drive was quiet, the kind that held a comforting serenity, interrupted only when they pulled into a McDonald’s drive-thru.

“Good morning!” Alastair greeted the intercom cheerfully. “We’ll have two sausage McMuffins, hash browns, and two iced coffees.”

As they reached the payment station, Zaviya furrowed her brows slightly, noticing the crew member at the window practically frozen as she stared at Alastair. Suppressing a grin, Zaviya muttered under her breath, "Nawala na sa sarili si Ate. Nakita lang ang mukha nitong si Alastair."

“Hey, miss? You okay?” Alastair asked, her voice warm and friendly.

The crew member snapped out of her daze, her cheeks flushing. “Ahh yes, ma’am, I’m sorry. I got distracted by your pretty face. Oh, your bill is 642 pesos.”

Alastair chuckled softly, handing over a thousand-peso bill and waving off the change. Moments later, they had their food and were back on the road.

“Here,” Zaviya said, handing Alastair a McMuffin. “Eat up. Don’t want you driving on an empty stomach.”

“Feeding me already? How sweet,” Alastair teased, shooting her a cheeky grin.

Zaviya blushed slightly, choosing not to respond. Instead, she continued to pass Alastair bites of food, her hands careful and steady as she balanced the wrappers and the coffee cups. Between bites, the two shared quiet moments of laughter and lighthearted teasing, the atmosphere in the car growing warmer.

“Pick some tunes, will you?” Alastair asked after a while. “Para masaya ang biyahe natin.”

Zaviya scrolled through her playlist, eventually settling on a mix of pop and indie songs. The car filled with music, and soon, their journey became a montage of scenic roads, fresh air, and the towering trees that lined the highway. Alastair rolled down the windows, letting the breeze sweep through the car.

“This is nice,” Zaviya said softly, her hair blowing in the wind.

Alastair stole a glance at her, her features soft and radiant against the backdrop of the morning light. For a moment, she was captivated.

“Are you falling for me, Alastair?” Zaviya teased, catching the look on her face.

“In your dreams, Zavi,” Alastair shot back playfully, though her smile lingered.

Eventually, they pulled up to the resort in Batangas, the sight of their friends already waiting greeting them. The girls stood near the entrance, waving excitedly as the car came to a stop.

“Look who finally made it!” Khali exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

“Alastair, good to see you!” Yevhen added with a warm smile.

Alastair stepped out of the car, returning their greetings with a nod and a charming smile. “Hello, girls! Good to see you all. Have fun.”

She helped Zaviya with her bags, carrying them to the entrance with ease. As they reached the doorway, Alastair paused, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on Zaviya’s forehead. The small, tender gesture earned cheers and giggles from the group of girls, who were quick to tease them.

“Have fun, Zavi,” Alastair said softly, her tone genuine. “Call me if you need anything, okay?”

Zaviya smiled up at her, her eyes glinting with warmth. “Thanks, Alastair. Drive safely, huh?”

Alastair nodded, giving her a final glance before heading back to her car. As she drove away, the sound of Zaviya’s laughter and her friends’ teasing echoed behind her, a gentle reminder of the connection they shared—even if neither of them was quite ready to acknowledge it just yet.

The sun was shining brightly over the resort's sparkling pool as the girls reveled in a perfect day of leisure. Zaviya and Reika, both the picture of relaxation, floated gracefully on inflatable loungers, sunglasses perched on their noses, basking in the warmth of the midday sun. Meanwhile, Cass and Violet had teamed up against Khali and Yevhen in a lively game of water volleyball, the clear blue water splashing playfully around them as they dove and swatted at the ball.

“Come on, Zaviya!” Cass called out with a laugh, her competitive streak shining through. “Join us! We need a challenge!”

Zaviya, always ready for some fun, grinned as she adjusted her sunglasses. “Alright,” she replied, her voice tinged with playful confidence. “But don’t blame me if I win!”

With that, she gracefully slid off her lounger and dove into the pool, her entry sending a small wave rippling through the water. Laughter erupted from the group as Zaviya joined the game, her competitive spirit blending seamlessly with the teasing and camaraderie that filled the air. Splashes echoed around them as the girls played with gleeful energy, the vibrant scene a testament to their deep bond and shared joy.

As the sun dipped lower into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, the group transitioned to the beach for a cozy bonfire. The soft crackle of flames mingled with the soothing sound of waves as they sat in a circle, roasting marshmallows and sharing fond memories. Violet’s smile widened as she spoke, her eyes twinkling with nostalgia.

“Remember our trip to El Nido last year?” she said, her voice warm and light.

Reika burst into laughter, nearly dropping her stick of marshmallows. “How could I forget? Zaviya fell off the kayak!”

All eyes turned to Zaviya, who rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “Hey,” she retorted, feigning indignation, “it was a tactical dismount.”

Their laughter filled the air, carried by the gentle evening breeze, as they reminisced about adventures past. The setting sun cast long shadows across the sand, its glow creating a magical atmosphere that deepened their connection. It was in these simple moments that their friendships flourished.

As the chatter around the fire began to quiet, Zaviya felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She pulled it out and smiled faintly at the screen—a text from Alastair.

Just got home. Enjoy your weekend with the girls. Hit me up if you need anything.

A warmth crept into her chest, unexpected yet comforting. Her lips curled into a small, private smile, one that didn’t go unnoticed by Khali.

“Alastair?” Khali asked, her tone gentle yet curious.

Zaviya nodded, still looking at her phone. “Yeah. She’s a pain,” she admitted with a chuckle, “but she’s sweet.”

The girls exchanged knowing glances, their expressions a mix of amusement and quiet understanding. They could see the connection forming, subtle yet undeniable, between their friend and the woman she insisted was merely her “fake” spouse.

Later that evening, under the canopy of a star-speckled sky, the girls gathered once more at the pool for a midnight swim. The cool water lapped softly against the edges as they floated, the tranquility of the night wrapping around them like a soothing embrace.

Yevhen let out a contented sigh, her gaze fixed on the twinkling stars above. “This is perfect,” she murmured. “I really needed this break.”

“Me too,” Zaviya replied, her voice softer now, reflective. She looked around at her friends, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Thanks for dragging me out here.”

Cass, ever the playful one, grinned and gave her a playful splash. “Anytime, Zavi,” she said with a wink. “We’re always here for you.”

The group drifted in the water, their laughter giving way to a serene silence. The sounds of the waves and the rustling leaves became a gentle background melody as they soaked in the peacefulness of the moment. Encircled by friendship and the comforting rhythm of the night, Zaviya felt her heart grow lighter, the burdens of her life momentarily forgotten in the company of these incredible women.

As the night deepened, the atmosphere in Yevhen's luxurious beach resort shifted into something quieter and more intimate. Zaviya and her friends lounged comfortably in the plush seating area, the faint sound of waves crashing in the distance adding to the serene ambiance. It had been a long, enjoyable day of sun-soaked activities, and now, with drinks in hand, they relaxed in each other’s company.

Zaviya sat on one corner of the couch, her phone in hand, scrolling with a look of focus. She absentmindedly sipped her drink, unaware that Reika had been observing her with curiosity.

“What’s got you so engrossed, Zavi?” Reika asked, leaning forward with a teasing smile.

Zaviya looked up, startled, as if caught doing something she shouldn’t. “Oh, nothing,” she replied hastily. “Just looking at Instagram.”

Oliana, always the nosy one, shifted closer to peer at Zaviya’s phone. “Wait,” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with mischief, “is that Alastair’s account?”

A faint blush crept up Zaviya’s cheeks, and she tried to shield her phone from view. “Yeah,” she admitted reluctantly. “She posted a picture of me. It’s candid... I didn’t even notice she took it.”

“Let me see!” Violet demanded, snatching the phone from Zaviya before she could protest. She studied the photo with a raised brow and an impressed grin. “Wow, she got your good side. You look stunning.”

Cass smirked as she leaned back, swirling her drink. “Aww, looks like someone’s paying extra attention to you, Zavi.”

Before Zaviya could retort, her phone buzzed in Violet’s hand. Violet handed it back, and Zaviya glanced at the screen. It was a text from Alastair.

Hey, are you okay? Have you eaten dinner yet? I’m out with my squad but will be home before midnight.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Zaviya’s lips as she texted back. I’m good, Alastair. Just relaxing with the girls. Enjoy your time with your squad and drive safely.

Khali, who had been quietly observing the exchange, leaned forward with a sly grin. “Speaking of which, how’s married life going?”

Zaviya sighed dramatically, setting her phone down. “It’s… interesting, to say the least. Fun and irritating at the same time.”

“Oh, come on!” Yevhen urged, her curiosity piqued. “Tell us more. We need the juicy details!”

Zaviya chuckled and took a sip of her drink, relishing the attention. “Well, for starters, Alastair is the messiest person I’ve ever met. It’s like living with a tornado. But she’s also really thoughtful. Like last week, she made breakfast because she knew I had a rough night. Surprisingly, she knows all my favorite foods.”

Reika’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Seriously? I can’t imagine her cooking.”

“She’s actually pretty good at it,” Zaviya admitted with a grin. “And then there was this time she tried to fix the sink and ended up flooding the kitchen. It was chaos. We had to call Nalin and Nay Celia to help clean up while laughing the whole time.”

The group erupted into laughter, their imaginations running wild with the image of Alastair causing a small-scale domestic disaster.

Khali shook her head, still chuckling. “Sounds like you two have a lot of fun.”

“Well, let’s see…” Zaviya said, her tone playful. “There was this one time Alastair thought it’d be funny to replace my shampoo with some kind of hair dye…”

The girls doubled over with laughter as Zaviya launched into more tales of Alastair’s antics, painting a vivid picture of their chaotic yet endearing life together.

Reika wiped a tear from her eye, still giggling. “You two are such a riot.”

Violet leaned forward, her expression suddenly serious. “So, let’s get to the more personal matters. Zavi, you’ve been with Alastair for almost six months now, right?”

“Yes, and what about it?” Zaviya asked, her guard instantly up.

“I want to know,” Violet said with a smirk. “What’s one trait you like about Alastair so far?”

The question made Zaviya pause, her brows furrowing as she thought. “She’s incredibly determined,” she finally said. “Once she sets her mind on something, she won’t stop until it’s done. It’s annoying but also… kind of admirable.”

Oliana grinned mischievously. “And, of course, Alastair has this handsomely beautiful face. Now tell us—what’s the one feature of her face that you love the most?”

Zaviya blushed furiously, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. “Her eyes,” she confessed quietly. “They’re just… captivating. They turn into half-moons whenever she smiles.”

“Aww, our Zaviya’s blushing!” Cass teased, clapping her hands in delight. “I think someone’s catching feelings.”

“Oh, shut up,” Zaviya grumbled, burying her face in her hands. “I’m not.”

“Are you sure?” Oliana asked with a smirk. “Sabi mo nga noong nasa bar tayo na naiinis ka kay Jessica kasi ang landi niya kay Alastair.”

Zaviya sighed heavily, defeated. “Haysss, okay, okay. Maybe I am. But I can’t. We’re rivals, remember? And we have a deal—no falling in love.”

Reika’s voice softened as she leaned closer. “Do you think she might feel the same way?”

“I don’t know,” Zaviya admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. “I worry she doesn’t. And we’re just supposed to be married on paper. We cleared that when we got married.”

“If you’re sure about your feelings,” Khali said gently, “I think you should tell her.”

“Yeah,” Oliana agreed. “A lot of women want Alastair. Don’t let her slip away.”

Zaviya grew quiet, her gaze fixed on her drink. “I need to be sure first,” she said finally. “I’ll observe my feelings for a few weeks. If they get stronger… maybe I’ll find the courage to tell her.”

“That’s a good plan,” Reika said, her tone encouraging. “We’ll support you no matter what.”

As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, Zaviya found herself lost in thought, her friends’ words echoing in her mind. Perhaps it was time to stop denying what her heart had been trying to tell her all along.

As the night deepened, the house settled into a peaceful quiet, with each of the girls retreating to their respective rooms. Zaviya lay on her bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. Her thoughts, however, weren’t on the ornate design above but on Alastair. The growing confusion and warmth within her chest—emotions she wasn’t entirely sure how to process—kept her awake.

The soft buzz of her phone pulled her from her thoughts. She reached for it, noticing a message from none other than Alastair.

"Hey, just checking in. How are you? I'm still out with the squad but will be home before midnight promise."

A small smile tugged at Zaviya's lips. She quickly replied, her fingers moving with an ease she didn't understand, considering how much Alastair used to irritate her.

"Thanks for checking. I'm fine here. How about you? You okay? Are you drinking?"

The response came almost immediately, as if Alastair had been waiting.

"I'm good too, Zavi, and I'm not drinking. Don't worry, I'm a responsible wife."

Zaviya rolled her eyes, chuckling softly. Responsible wife, my foot, she thought, but her heart betrayed her by warming at the term.

"Tsk, di halata Alastair," she shot back.

"Ay sus, ang asawa ko naman," Alastair replied, the teasing tone almost tangible through the screen. "You should sleep na para mas lalo kang gumanda."

Zaviya bit back a laugh, shaking her head. "Hmm, flattery will get you nowhere, Alastair. Good night!"

"Night, beautiful 💤," was the immediate reply.

Zaviya stared at the message for a moment longer than necessary, a soft smile playing on her lips. She set her phone down, her mind still lingering on Alastair and the undeniable comfort she felt in her presence. Could her feelings truly be reciprocated? The thought kept her awake a little longer, her heart caught between hope and uncertainty.

The morning sun poured into the spacious dining area, its golden rays illuminating the large table where Zaviya and her friends had gathered. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the salty breeze wafting in from the ocean, and the soothing sound of waves crashing against the shore completed the serene ambiance.

“Zaviya,” Yevhen teased, her laughter ringing out like a melody. “What do you think of the resort?”

Zaviya leaned back in her chair, her lips curving into a smile. “It’s beautiful, Yevhen. Thanks for inviting us.”

As if on cue, the door swung open, drawing all eyes toward it. Alastair and her squad entered, dressed in casual yet striking beach attire. Their effortless confidence and charisma were enough to turn heads. A few whispers and giggles erupted among the girls at the table.

“Wow,” one of the girls murmured, unable to suppress a grin. “They look amazing.”

The squad immediately split up, each member gravitating toward their own partner as though pulled by invisible strings. Zyair approached Reika, their shared laughter filling the room as they exchanged warm greetings. Gaios found Oliana, their hands brushing briefly before intertwining. Roux moved toward Violet, a flicker of emotion passing between them. Klaud and Khali exchanged playful smirks, already teasing one another. Cadence joined Yevhen under the watchful gaze of everyone else, their connection obvious and undeniable. Orion made her way to Cass, the two of them sharing a quiet, intimate smile.

Finally, Alastair strode confidently toward Zaviya. Her presence, commanding yet comforting, was enough to make Zaviya’s heart race. Without hesitation, Alastair leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Zaviya’s forehead.

“Good morning, Zavi,” she greeted, her tone warm and affectionate. “How are you?”

Zaviya, caught off guard by the tender gesture, felt her cheeks flush. “I’m good, thank you. How about you? And why are you all here?”

Alastair chuckled softly, the sound sending a thrill through Zaviya. “Oh, Yevhen wanted Cadence to be here,” she explained, a teasing lilt to her voice. “And of course, she also invited us. You look stunning today, by the way.”

A chorus of teasing laughter erupted around them. “Ooooh, so sweet!” the girls chimed in unison, their playful tone causing Zaviya to roll her eyes, though she couldn’t hide her smile.

The morning passed in a blur of chatter and laughter as the group shared a lavish breakfast. The food was delicious, the company even better. By the time they finished eating, the excitement was palpable—they were ready to head to the beach.

The day unfolded like a perfect summer postcard. The group naturally split into pairs, each finding an activity that suited them. Zyair and Reika knelt in the sand, their laughter blending with the gentle crash of the waves as they built an elaborate sandcastle. Nearby, Gaios and Oliana strolled along the shoreline, their fingers laced together as they talked in hushed tones. Roux and Violet splashed each other in the shallows, their playful antics tinged with the faintest hint of longing. Klaud and Khali engaged in a fierce game of beach volleyball, their competitive banter sparking laughter from their audience. Under a large umbrella, Cadence fed Yevhen slices of fruit, their affection for one another evident in every stolen glance. Meanwhile, Orion and Cass snorkeled in the crystal-clear water, pointing excitedly at the vibrant marine life.

Alastair and Zaviya found their own little slice of paradise beneath a tall palm tree. Alastair spread out a blanket, gesturing for Zaviya to sit down beside her. The ocean stretched out before them, its endless expanse mirroring the calm they felt in each other’s presence. Without hesitation, Alastair draped an arm around Zaviya’s shoulders, pulling her close.

“This is perfect, isn’t it?” Alastair murmured, her gaze fixed on the horizon.

Zaviya smiled, her head resting lightly against Alastair’s shoulder. “Yeah,” she agreed softly. “It really is.”

The hours melted away in the warmth of the sun and the joy of shared company. They swam in the cool ocean water, played games on the beach, and created memories that would last a lifetime. As the day gave way to evening, the sky transformed into a breathtaking canvas of orange and pink, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the group.

Reluctantly, they began gathering their belongings, preparing to leave the idyllic beach behind. Alastair took Zaviya’s hand as they walked toward her car, their fingers interlocked as naturally as if they had always been that way.

“Ready to head home?” Alastair asked, her voice low and gentle.

Zaviya nodded, her heart full. “Yeah, let’s go.”

Before they left, Alastair turned to the group. “Guys, we’ll go ahead now. Take care. And Yevhen, thanks again for inviting us.”

Yevhen waved them off with a smile. “No problem. Drive safe, everyone.”

The drive home was wrapped in a comfortable silence, the kind that spoke volumes without the need for words. Occasionally, their gazes would meet, soft smiles exchanged before returning to the road ahead. At one point, Alastair reached over, her fingers seeking Zaviya’s hand. Their hands intertwined effortlessly, as if they had done this a thousand times before. Zaviya’s cheeks flushed, and she turned to look out the window, hiding the smile that tugged at her lips.

“Let’s stop for coffee. What do you say?” Alastair asked, her voice warm and inviting.

Zaviya glanced at her, a grin lighting up her face. “I’d love that.”

They pulled into a quaint coffee shop, its neon sign glowing with a welcoming warmth. Inside, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wrapped around them like a comforting embrace. They ordered their drinks and found a cozy corner table, the dim lighting adding an air of intimacy to the space.

Sitting across from each other, they sipped their drinks and talked, their voices weaving through the quiet hum of the café. They shared stories and laughter, the kind that made their eyes crinkle at the corners and their cheeks ache from smiling too much. Time seemed to slow in that small coffee shop, each moment stretching into something that felt almost timeless.

When their cups were empty and the conversation lulled, they returned to the car. “Ready to go home, for real this time?” Alastair asked, her smile soft but teasing.

Zaviya nodded, matching her tone. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The drive continued, the city lights painting patterns on the car windows. Neither felt the need to fill the silence, content in the unspoken understanding that the day had been perfect in its simplicity.

By the time they pulled up to their house, the night had settled in, quiet and still. Alastair turned off the engine and they began unloading their things, the hum of crickets filling the air. She insisted on walking Zaviya to her room, the gesture so natural that neither questioned it.

When they reached Zaviya’s door, she turned the knob, pushing it open. Alastair stepped inside briefly, placing Zaviya’s belongings down with care. As she made her way out, heading toward her own room, she paused near the doorway and looked back. Zaviya was standing there, watching her with an expression that held something unspoken yet deeply felt.

Taking a step closer, Alastair gently took Zaviya’s hand in hers. “I had a great time today, Zavi,” she said, her voice low and sincere.

Zaviya’s smile was soft, her eyes glimmering with a mix of gratitude and something warmer. “Me too,” she replied. “Thank you, Alastair.”

For a moment, they simply stood there, gazing at each other, the air between them charged with a quiet kind of intensity. Then, without warning, Zaviya leaned in, her lips brushing against Alastair’s cheek in a lingering kiss that left warmth behind.

“Goodnight, Alastair,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for spending the day with us—and for driving me home.”

Alastair’s gaze softened even further as she nodded. “Goodnight, Zavi,” she said gently, her tone carrying the weight of unspoken feelings.

With that, Alastair turned and walked away, her steps quiet but steady, while Zaviya stood by the door, watching her retreating figure. The day had ended, but the warmth of their shared moments lingered, leaving both with the quiet hope that perhaps, tomorrow would hold more of the same.

*************It had been a week—a week since Zaviya  finally acknowledged the budding feelings that had crept uninvited into her chest. What was once a carefully maintained charade of fake relationship with Alastair was now a fragile balance between pretense and something undeniably real. Somewhere amidst the façade, her heart had betrayed her, blurring the lines between fiction and reality.

She tried to dismiss it, rationalize it even. But the truth was harder to ignore with each passing day. This morning was no exception. Zaviya had stationed herself at the kitchen island, book in hand, pretending to read. But her eyes betrayed her, constantly drifting to Alastair, who was busy at the stove, cooking breakfast.

The way Alastair moved in the kitchen—focused yet relaxed—drew her in. Zaviya observed the subtle furrow of her brows, the way her lips curved ever so slightly upward as she hummed an unfamiliar tune. It was...endearing, much to her confusion and frustration.

That morning, Alastair caught her staring.

“Something on your mind, Zaviya?” Alastair asked, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips.

Zaviya quickly snapped her eyes back to her book, feigning nonchalance. “Just thinking about work,” she lied, her voice a little too quick, her gaze a little too shifty.

Alastair chuckled softly, and Zaviya felt her face flush with heat. She cursed under her breath, thankful the book served as a flimsy shield for her embarrassment.

Now, sitting at the dining table, absentmindedly stirring her coffee, Zaviya wrestled with her thoughts.

It's been a week. One long, confusing week. Ever since my friends pointed out that I might like Alastair, I can't stop noticing everything she does, she thought.

Her eyes drifted to Alastair again, who was still humming while meticulously plating their breakfast. Every gesture seemed deliberate yet effortless. The way she concentrated on slicing avocados perfectly, the care with which she arranged the toast—it all felt too intimate, too meaningful.

It's strange, Zaviya mused. I used to find her presence irritating, but now...I can't stop watching her.

It was true. Before, their mornings had been filled with sarcastic quips and playful banter over coffee. Zaviya used to roll her eyes at Alastair's cheesy jokes, but now she found herself laughing—genuinely laughing. Her humor, once a source of irritation, had become oddly comforting, like a warm blanket on a chilly morning.

Alastair turned around, interrupting her thoughts, carrying a plate of food.

“Breakfast is ready! It’s your favorite, Zavi. Avocado toast with sausage and bacon,” she said, her voice warm and cheerful.

Zaviya, still lost in her reverie, stared at her dreamily, not realizing her lapse until Alastair snapped her fingers in front of her face.

“Hey, Zav? Earth to Zaviya!” Alastair teased, her tone laced with amusement.

Startled, Zaviya blinked rapidly, trying to gather herself. “Oh, what’s that? Were you saying something?”

Alastair laughed, shaking her head. “I said let’s eat. Breakfast is ready. Mukhang antok ka pa, Zavi.”

Forcing a smile, Zaviya replied, “Oh...thanks, Alastair.”

They settled at the dining table, the clinking of silverware the only sound as they ate. Zaviya couldn’t help but steal glances at Alastair, watching as she carefully cut her toast. Her heart fluttered unexpectedly when she noticed Alastair had placed extra avocado on her plate.

Even the little things she does...it’s like she genuinely cares, Zaviya thought, her chest tightening. And it’s not just that. The way she smiles when she’s talking about something she loves, the way she listens intently even when I’m rambling...it’s all so...

She shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts that threatened to consume her. Taking a bite of her toast, she forced herself to focus on the meal.

“These are really good,” she said casually, hoping to mask the warmth rising in her cheeks.

Alastair beamed, her grin lighting up her face. “Glad you like them. I made sure I picked the ripe avocados for you.”

The sincerity in her words made Zaviya’s heart skip a beat. She quickly looked down at her plate, hoping Alastair wouldn’t notice the blush creeping up her neck.

This is ridiculous, she scolded herself. I’m supposed to be faking this, not...liking her.

Later, as she showered in her room, Zaviya found herself replaying the morning in her mind. The memory of Alastair’s thoughtful gestures lingered like a soft melody. Then there were the notes—those little scraps of paper Alastair had made a habit of leaving for her. What had started as simple reminders like “Meeting at 10 AM” or “Don’t forget your lunch” had evolved into something more personal.

Yesterday, she had found one on her laptop. Four simple words: You looked beautiful today.

Her heart had skipped a beat when she read it, the warmth spreading through her chest impossible to ignore. She tried to dismiss it as part of their act, but deep down, she knew better.

It wasn’t just an act anymore. Not for her.

It was a lazy afternoon around 3 PM when Zaviya and Alastair found themselves lounging on the couch, the flickering images from the TV screen casting a soft glow over the room. The film played on, but Zaviya’s attention was divided. She stole quiet glances at Alastair, whose focus seemed entirely absorbed in the movie. There was something about the way Alastair’s lips twitched into a smile or the way her eyes sparkled with amusement that drew Zaviya in, though she couldn’t quite explain why.

In her mind, she couldn’t help but question herself. Why do I keep looking at her? Why do I find her so... fascinating? Every little detail about Alastair seemed to capture her attention more and more, whether it was the way she laughed at a scene or the way she absentmindedly twirled a strand of her hair. These small, unconscious actions felt like a magnet pulling Zaviya deeper into something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.

And yet, when Alastair laughed at a funny moment in the film, Zaviya couldn’t resist the pull to smile too. It was an easy smile, a warm smile that seemed to settle in her chest and radiate through her, like a soft comfort. She watched Alastair, feeling a flutter inside her, mesmerized by the serene expression she wore, as though she had no cares in the world. It was then that Zaviya realized: there was something more to this whole thing.

But her mind quickly shifted to her ever-present doubts. I can't let this happen, she told herself. I can’t actually fall for her. This is just a plan... just a way to get our parents off our backs. This was supposed to be a temporary arrangement, a way to please their families without truly committing to anything. It was a game, a charade—nothing more.

Despite herself, Zaviya shifted on the couch, trying to pay attention to the movie. But her mind kept drifting back to Alastair. She found herself lost in the little details, noticing things she hadn’t before. She couldn’t ignore it any longer—the growing affection that slowly crept up on her, no matter how much she tried to resist.

Over the past week, they had started to have dinner together more often, almost as though it were becoming their little ritual. It was simple enough—Alastair would cook when Nay Celia and Nalin were off, and Zaviya would set the table. They would talk about their day, sharing mundane anecdotes about work or the little annoyances that filled their routines. Even in the most trivial conversations, Zaviya found herself hanging on to every word Alastair said, cherishing the way her voice carried through the air.

Tonight, Alastair had made her favorite dish—spaghetti carbonara. As they ate, Zaviya couldn’t help but steal another glance at her, this time noticing how Alastair laughed at her own jokes, the sound warm and carefree. It was contagious. Zaviya found herself laughing too, the sound blending with Alastair’s in a way that made the room feel lighter, more comfortable.

Then, in one of those quiet moments, Zaviya dropped her fork. Before she could react, Alastair, without skipping a beat, handed her another fork, a small, thoughtful gesture that made Zaviya’s heart skip a beat. It was nothing, really. A mere second of kindness. And yet, to Zaviya, it felt like something much more. Her chest swelled, an overwhelming warmth blooming inside her.

Later that night, when Zaviya lay in bed, the soft hum of the evening around her, she couldn’t stop thinking about Alastair. Her mind replayed the night’s events—the way she had looked at her during dinner, the way her gaze lingered with a certain kindness in it. Zaviya rolled onto her side, eyes tracing the outline of the window where the moonlight poured in softly. The stillness of the night made her thoughts more intense, and the battle inside her heart grew stronger.

I can’t let this happen, she thought desperately. I can’t let myself fall for her. But... maybe... maybe it’s already too late. Despite her best efforts to shut out her feelings, she knew deep down that she couldn’t deny what was growing inside her. She had been trying to convince herself that it was all part of the act, that this was just a game they were playing. But in those quiet moments when Alastair’s smile lit up the room or when she gently touched her arm, Zaviya’s heart betrayed her.

Her mind spun with the weight of her emotions. Every time Alastair smiled at her or laughed in her presence, Zaviya felt that flutter in her chest. Every time their arms brushed, a warmth spread through her, deeper than she was willing to admit. But what was she supposed to do with this? This wasn’t supposed to happen, not in the midst of their plan to fool their parents into thinking they were in love.

She closed her eyes, trying to force the thoughts away, but no matter how hard she tried, Alastair’s image lingered in her mind. The way she had held the door open for her, the way she had defended her when a waiter was rude, even the concerned look on her face when Zaviya had mentioned feeling tired—it wasn’t just politeness. Those weren’t the actions of someone pretending. They were the actions of someone who genuinely cared.

Her heart raced as she turned over the possibility that Alastair might feel the same way. But the fear of ruining everything, of turning their carefully orchestrated plan into something much more complicated, held her back. Zaviya couldn’t voice her feelings, couldn’t risk revealing her heart only to have it trampled. She needed to be sure, to protect herself from the possibility of unrequited love.

But despite the fear, despite the hesitation, she knew something deep down: it might already be too late.

When morning came, the sun filtered softly through the curtains of the penthouse, casting a warm glow on the room. Zaviya stood by the counter, focused on brewing a fresh pot of coffee. It was early, and she was still half-dazed, the kind of quiet before the whirlwind of their day began. As the rich aroma of coffee filled the space, she heard the familiar sound of footsteps behind her.

Alastair walked in, stretching and yawning, clearly not in any rush to start the day. "Morning, Zavi," she said, her voice thick with the remnants of sleep. "Sleep well?"

Zaviya glanced over her shoulder, offering a soft, almost reluctant smile. "Morning, Alastair. Yeah, I guess."

Without much thought, Zaviya handed Alastair a steaming cup of coffee, their fingers brushing just for a moment. A simple touch, but it was enough to send an unexpected jolt through Zaviya's chest. She quickly pulled her hand back, as if to avoid something she couldn't quite name.

Why does she have this effect on me? Zaviya’s thoughts raced. Why does every little thing she does make my heart race? Omg, this is bad. I feel like anytime now, I’m going to have a heart attack.

Alastair, however, took the coffee without a second thought, sipping it with a quiet appreciation. "This is perfect. Thanks."

Zaviya laughed softly, trying to mask the nervous flutter in her stomach. "Yes, it’s good because it’s real hot water this time, not sea water."

Alastair chuckled, remembering their previous mishap, a prank that had gone wrong. "Hays salamat at hindi na binabalak ng asawa ko na mawala ako agad sa mundo."

Zaviya shook her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips, even though she tried to hide it. "Dami mo sinasabi. Ienjoy mo na lang yang kape mo, Alastair."

Zaviya couldn't help but watch as Alastair walked across the room, the sunlight pouring in from the window and making her features seem almost ethereal. For a moment, the room felt strangely still, like time had slowed just for Zaviya to take in the sight of her.

Maybe it’s not so bad. Maybe... maybe I can let myself feel this, just a little.

But no. Zaviya shook her head, her thoughts scrambling to regain control. No. I have to stay strong. This is just a fake relationship. It’s not real. It can’t be real.

She tried to convince herself, but the truth was beginning to settle heavily in her heart. As she watched Alastair from across the room, the quiet smile on her lips, the warmth in her eyes, Zaviya couldn't help but wonder if perhaps, just perhaps, she might be fighting a battle she was already losing.

And maybe, Zaviya thought, her heart skipping a beat, Alastair might not feel the same way for me.

But deep down, she feared the truth that lay underneath. That maybe, despite her attempts to keep things distant, she was already in too deep. And that terrified her more than anything.

A few days passed, and Zaviya sat at her desk in her glamorous office, signing papers with her usual precision. Her mind, however, wasn’t on the contracts in front of her. Instead, it wandered to a certain pretty face that had been haunting her thoughts lately—Alastair's face, with those mischievous eyes and that smile that always seemed to carry a hint of something deeper.

Yesterday, they had gone for a walk in the park. The sun had been setting, casting a golden glow around them as they strolled, talking about everything and nothing at all. There had been a moment when Alastair reached out, taking her hand in hers, and Zaviya didn't pull away. It felt... right.

Zaviya clenched her jaw and tried to push those feelings away. She reminded herself over and over again that this was just a ruse, a temporary arrangement to appease their parents. But it was getting harder to convince herself with each passing moment. Every time she saw Alastair, every time she did something thoughtful, Zaviya felt her resolve start to crumble.

She hated how this made her feel. It scared her—scared of what these feelings could mean, scared of getting hurt in the end. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t deny it. Her feelings for Alastair were changing, and she had no idea what to do about it.

Her focus returned to the papers in front of her, but it was fleeting. Her phone buzzed, pulling her back into the moment.

She glanced at the screen and smiled softly when she saw the name.

"Alastair…" she murmured to herself.

But as she read the message, her smile faded quickly, replaced by a frown.

Message from Alastair: Hey Zavi, I can't pick you up for lunch today. Gotta accompany Jessica to Quezon City for a business meeting. Drive safe. See you later. I'm sorry, let's have it tomorrow. Take care.

Zaviya's stomach twisted at the mention of Jessica. Without thinking, she typed back a simple response: "Okay. Drive safely."

She set her phone down with a sigh and ordered her secretary, Jane, to buy lunch for her.

"Jane, can you buy lunch for me outside? Thanks," Zaviya said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Of course, ma'am," Jane replied, her voice as calm as ever.

Zaviya tried to focus on her meal, but the food barely registered. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Alastair and Jessica. She couldn't shake the image of the two of them together, and worse, she couldn’t stop remembering how flirtatious Jessica had been the last time she visited Alastair’s office.

Why does it have to be Jessica? Zaviya thought, frustration bubbling up. She was so flirty last time... Arghh, nakakainis.

The thoughts kept swirling in her mind, and she found herself unable to escape the uncomfortable feeling gnawing at her. To distract herself, Zaviya focused on the business proposals she had been reviewing, hoping that her work would help her regain control. But deep down, she knew the truth—there was no easy way out of the feelings that were beginning to consume her.

At 5 PM, Zaviya finished packing up her things and left her company. She was lost in thought, her mind wandering through the events of the day. The traffic was heavy, and it took her an entire hour to reach home, the familiar streets providing little comfort as she continued to ponder her situation.

When she pulled into the driveway, she noticed that Alastair's car was missing. A small pang of worry gnawed at her, and she checked her phone. There were no messages from her. She felt a strange unease settle in her chest as she stepped out of her car and into the house.

Zaviya made her way to her room and took a long, hot bath, trying to unwind from the stress of the day. Yet, despite the warm water and the soothing silence, her thoughts kept returning to Alastair. She wondered where she was, why she hadn't heard from her.

After almost an hour, Zaviya went downstairs to the kitchen to eat the dinner that Manang Celia had prepared. The smell of home-cooked food should have been comforting, but Zaviya found herself distracted, glancing at her phone every few minutes, hoping that Alastair would message her and ease the restless ache growing in her heart.

But as the clock ticked on, it was clear that the message she was hoping for would not come.

At 10 PM, Zaviya sat in the living room, her phone clutched tightly in her hands, checking it every few minutes. Her gaze was fixed on the screen, waiting for a sign of life from Alastair, but the hours dragged on in silence.

Suddenly, the main door creaked open, and Alastair walked in, looking flustered and exhausted. Her smile was warm, but there was a certain distance in her eyes that made Zaviya's heart ache.

"Hey Zavi," Alastair greeted, her voice laced with a hint of concern. "Why are you still up? It's late."

Zaviya didn't respond immediately. She stood up and walked over to Alastair, her gaze lingering on her. She couldn't help it—she was drawn to her, to the way her features looked even more perfect in the dim light. And before she could stop herself, her hand reached out, gently caressing Alastair's face.

Alastair looked at her, puzzled and curious. "Are you okay, Zav? What's wrong?"

Zaviya only nodded, her fingers still lingering on Alastair's skin. She was trying to hide the turmoil inside, but the pain was impossible to mask. She missed her—more than she could admit.

Her eyes traced Alastair's face, taking in every detail—her eyes, her nose, her lips. But then, her gaze stopped when she noticed something that made her heart sink. A lipstick stain on Alastair's white long-sleeve polo. Zaviya stepped back, her heart clenched with an emotion she didn't want to face.

"I'm okay," she replied softly, her voice almost a whisper. "You should eat and rest."

Without waiting for a response, Zaviya turned and walked toward her bedroom. The tears that had been threatening to fall for hours finally slipped down her cheeks. Her thoughts were consumed by the image of Alastair with someone else, someone who could touch her so intimately. It hurt more than she was willing to admit.

Lying in bed, Zaviya stared at the ceiling, her tears staining her pillow. She clutched her phone tightly, waiting for a message that never seemed to come.

"Why do I have to feel this way?" she whispered to herself, her heart aching with the thought of Alastair being with someone else. "It's just a fake marriage, for fuck's sake. Why, of all the people, did I have to fall for Alastair?"

Her phone buzzed, and she quickly wiped her tears, hoping for some form of relief. She looked at the screen—it was a message from Alastair.

Hey Zavi, sorry for being late. Long day. Hope you're okay. Good night.

The words made her chest tighten. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and she clutched her phone like a lifeline, unable to shake the feelings that had been building for days.

"What am I doing?" Zaviya whispered to herself. "Why does this hurt so much?"

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She typed a simple response, trying to mask the turmoil inside.

Good night.

With that, she put her phone down and closed her eyes, attempting to block out the thoughts of Alastair and the lingering image of lipstick stains.

The next morning, Zaviya sipped her coffee, trying to find some sense of peace. She was halfway through her cup when Alastair walked in, looking much more refreshed than the night before.

"Morning, Zavi," Alastair greeted, her voice lighter now. "Ahh... about last night. Again, I'm sorry I got home late. Couldn't join you for lunch. Jessica had some issues with a client, and it took longer than expected."

Zaviya forced a smile, the words tasting bitter in her mouth. She remembered the stain on Alastair’s polo and couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration.

"Yeah, some issues, maybe she's stressed, right?" Zaviya said, trying to keep her voice steady. "And maybe you comforted her by hugging her, or more... that her lipstick smudged on your polo last night? Yeah, issues... Haha."

Alastair looked at her, wide-eyed. "Zavi, I can explain—"

Zaviya’s voice cracked, but she kept her composure. "I don’t want to hear it, Alastair. Just leave me alone."

Alastair sighed, running a hand through her hair, clearly frustrated. "I didn’t do anything wrong, Zavi. You're misunderstanding."

Zaviya's frown deepened, irritation flashing in her eyes. "How am I supposed to believe that when I see lipstick on your polo? Rules, Alastair. It's clear to us, right? This fake marriage needs to look convincing. No unnecessary closeness with others."

Alastair took a step closer, her voice calm but firm. "Look, Zavi, Jessica hugged me to thank me for helping her close the deal. That’s all it was. Please, believe me. I’m committed to you—err, I mean to this set-up of us."

Zaviya’s gaze held Alastair’s, searching her eyes for any hint of dishonesty. She didn’t find any, but the nagging feeling in her chest refused to subside.

"Fine," she said quietly. "I believe you. It’s okay. Just... try to let me know next time if you’re coming home late."

Alastair nodded, relieved, and sat down to start eating. "This breakfast smells amazing. Thank you, Nay Celia."

"You're welcome, Alastair. Eat up, there's plenty more," Manang Celia replied, beaming.

Zaviya ate in silence, her usual cheer and playful banter absent. Alastair kept glancing at her, trying to read her expression.

"What?" Zaviya asked, feeling the weight of her silence.

"Ahh, nothing," Alastair replied, but the hurt in her voice was clear.

She hated the coldness that had settled between them. She missed their easy laughter, the playful teasing that used to fill the mornings. Now, there was only tension.

Zaviya's mind raced. She hated this—hated the way Alastair could just act so charming and perfect while knowing that she was probably doing the same with other girls. She clenched her fork tightly, the sound of it digging into the plate louder than she intended.

Alastair looked at her, but said nothing.

"Zavi," Alastair spoke softly, breaking the silence. "You know we have to convince our parents that we’re really in love. They can’t see us like this. Anytime, they might burst in here."

Zaviya took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. She looked up at Alastair, her eyes a mixture of frustration and something else—something deeper that she couldn’t put into words.

"I know, Alastair. I’m just... trying to adjust to all of this. It’s not easy, you know?"

Alastair reached across the table, gently taking her hand in hers. The touch sent a shock through Zaviya, her heart racing at the simple contact.

"We’ll get through this together," Alastair said reassuringly. "Just remember, it’s only for two years. After that, we can go our separate ways."

Zaviya nodded, but the words felt like a dagger to her heart. The thought of Alastair leaving after two years was unbearable, but she couldn’t admit that to her. She forced a smile, masking her true feelings.

"Yeah, two years. We can do this."

They continued eating in silence, the unspoken emotions thick between them. Zaviya’s feelings were only growing more complicated with each passing day.

-----------------------Updateeee.

How are you finding out that Zavi might falling for Alastair? Happy?

Yeah it's a slowburn story so might as well let's chant the mantra of "Patience is a virtue" 😉😊😊

Enjoy reading folks 😙💕

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