26 - She Does Not

When Amara saw Azael and his girlfriend Penelope, she raised her eyebrows. The woman was carrying food, and the extent of her smile suggested that she was a loser in everything.

"I'm not sure honey, your sister's name is Amara. Like, we're schoolmates in another country," the woman said artfully to Azael, raising an eyebrow slightly to look at her. Azael did not respond; he was simply sipping a glass of wine.

"We are, indeed. Remember how bitchy and fuckwhore you used to be?" she smiled.

What she said made Theon laugh. He wrapped his arm around her and whispered to her. "Wife, don't be such a jerk. You're going to embarrass her later."

The man was aware of their disagreement with Penelope. She was so irritated by the incident at the Spa the day before that she told the man what had happened, which was ridiculous.

Penelope's eyes narrowed at her as she leaned artfully against her brother's chest. "Tell them why we're at your sister's house, baby."

She just shrugged and turned away from Azael. The benefit of this is that he has memory loss while she does not.

"We're getting married, and we'd like you to come to my wedding," Azael stated flatly.

"Wow!" exclaimed Theon.

While she wasn't surprised by what it said. But why was she so adamant in those moments? She appears to want to tell the guy that 'this' woman isn't the right match for him!

"Didn't we think you hadn't recovered yet?" She ask.

The woman in front of her smiled sweetly as she poured cold ice. "No, not yet. We'll have a civil wedding first, and then a grand wedding when Azael's memory returns. I wish we were just the two of us. We will, however, invite you because Amara is his sister. Also, Amara and I have officially become sisters."

She burst out laughing at what it said. The zing of its jokes in the final section. Sisters? She rolled her eyes and still said congratulations. She used to fantasize about having a sister, but what if Penelope had one as well? Nevermind.

Then she stood up to go get the salad that Theon had just made for her. She would not trade its work for the food of that woman's bitch even if it was poisonous.

She was in the kitchen, picking up a bowl of salad from the fridge, when she noticed Penelope following her. She smiled and faced it with grace.

"Do you like it? My husband made it and I know it tastes better than the food you brought, so if it doesn't offend your part, after all, your face is thick, isn't it," she simply said at the same time. a scoop of macaroni salad

They both smiled at what she said. She described it as good and acceptable. When it comes to food, she doesn't lie, eh? As food is life, she is. So she simply looked at what it was carrying, the face of someone eating pork.

They exchange glances as she eats. It wasn't a problem for her, even if they had spent the entire morning staring at each other. How lovely!

"Delicious?" it asks, annoyingly.

"Yep," she said right away. "And it will be even better if you remove your unsightly appearance from my home. What's the matter, I've been distracted because I have slut allergies— Ops!" she purposefully covered her mouth and turned to go to the lanai. It would be unfortunate if she washed her face with food.

“Bitch! I will go to any length to obtain your family." The word has a different connotation.

She came to a halt and smiled at the step. "Would you like to start it from me?" she asked, remembering what it had done to her. She was about to charge, but she decided not to get into the habit of doing so, so she turned around and left the woman.

Shit!

It yanked her hair when she wasn't expecting it. But, because food is essential to life, she did not abandon the food she was carrying. She easily yanked the hand that yanked her hair, and it, too, did not prepare what she did; she simply bathed the salad on its head.

It came to an end, and she was freed. Amara, on the other hand, just smiled and looked at it devilishly. It quickly ran outside and cried out loudly. Oh well, it'll be dramatic again. That was to be expected.

"Wife!" exclaimed Theon.

But she knew it was laughing at her because of the wink it gave her as if to say, 'good job!' she didn't care that Azael's eyes were sharpening at her.

"I'm not sure why they insist on calling you my little sister.

"If you don't like her and don't respect her, this is the last time we'll be in this house. Mr. and Mrs. Willoughby, good night." Azael kept his cool when he confronted her and then left. Penelope's grip was firm.

She couldn't say anything in response to what Azael said. Wow! It's like it used to be so angry at her. She wants to laugh, she really does, but why isn't she happy? she's also perplexed in a way she doesn't understand.

As she looked at the two people in front of the judge, Amara couldn't help but frown. She wouldn't have gone unless her mother had gone to Theon's house and forced her to. She didn't know what to think when the judge said the woman could be kissed. She quickly averted her gaze to avoid seeing that scene.

When she decided to leave, she was greeted with rousing applause and congratulations. For what purpose? She didn't want to be a part of their unity.

"What are your plans?"

She pretended to have a headache in front of her mother. "I have a bad headache, My, and I need to go home." she never allowed it to respond. She walked straight out the door.

What happens next? She wanted to have fun because Azael was no longer bothering her. It also came to an end, but why didn't she seem happy? Why is a piece of her heart hurting? In what way is she distressed? she couldn't understand and had to leave to get some fresh air.

Her tears suddenly flowed for no apparent reason. What exactly is it?! Why is she hesitant to consider marriage? Isn't this what she desires? Why is it so painful? Or perhaps she simply misses the previous closeness she had with Azael, which she knew would never be restored? Or is it because she doesn't want the caterpillar that resembles an octopus to be with her brother? she doesn't care what the reason is. She quickly backed away from the car and looked for a place to breathe.

AMARA was about to enter her parked car in the parking lot when she heard Azael's voice.

"May we speak?"

To face it, she raised an eyebrow. Odd. It approached her for the first time. She was in Legrand's Empire because she went to see her father, and the man was talking to her. She had no idea if her memory had returned or if it would ever return. She didn't give a fuck.

"Why?"

"Let's get along, Dad said. What became of us?"

She climbed into her car. That's a silly question. It followed her out of the parking lot to ask her that question. Really?

"I didn't like you before. And please, don't talk to me. Get lost!" she exclaimed as she closed the door and walked away without saying anything. She could clearly see him surprise at what she had done in the rearview mirror. She sighed and took her driving seriously.

Amara looked at Celestine, stunned. She had been staring at it before because she didn't want to take her gaze away from it. The woman's health had returned, though not in the same way. Some of her scars have also faded as a result of the beauty products her mother used on her.

They are the same age, but it appears that they are seventeen. Because of the beatings it received, the body developed slowly, and eating once a day was nearly impossible when it was still in the province. When they celebrated her 18th birthday, she almost burst out laughing.

"How come, Ma'am Amara?"

She winced as it called her name and said, "Ma'am." It's far too formal and reserved.

"Nothing," she smiled, but a question was forming in her mind.

As she looks at the girl, she notices that she resembles their mother. Is this something that could happen? The eyes are the most obvious resemblance. It was round, with thick lashes like a Barbie.

"Are you expecting, hija? I noticed you were staring at Celestine always," her mother teased as she approached her on the lanai. That day, she went to the mansion.

She simply laughed. It desperately wants grandchildren, but nothing ever happens to them or Theon. They married, but only on paper and in the eyes of the public.

"I was just wondering. My, you remind me of Celestine. It's strange, isn't it?"

Celestine, who had turned around and was carrying a new bouquet of flowers, caught her mother's eye. It is fond of plants.

"Of course I do," she say. But, as I previously stated, out of the world's 8 billion people, there is a good chance that people will look alike even if they are not blood relatives.