She fell in love with Weston first. She acknowledged that. The person who fell in love first and loved deeper would always suffer more. Guinevere had accepted that fact. She had come this far. It was too late for her to go back anymore. âIâm going to see a psychiatrist today. Mom, if itâs okay, can you come with me? Weston is very busy at work.â Wendy paused when she heard Guinevere referring to her as âMomâ directly. She looked up and glanced at Guinevere with a doubtful look Guinevere acted like it was nothing strange. She just looked back at Wendy with a natural smile on her face. âWhatâs wrong, Mom?â Wendy withdrew her gaze and put the breakfast down from her hands. She had suddenly lost all her appetite. However, Guinevere was still waiting for her answer. After a long pause, Wendy nodded. âSure, but remember to ask Weston to go with you next time.â âIâll let him know when heâs not busy at work,â Guinevere promised. Wendy got up. âIâm done eating. Iâll go to the childrenâs room and check on Zack.â
Guinevere reflexively wanted to say she would go too, but she gave up thinking about her state yesterday. She sat down and said, âIâll see him when Iâm mentally stable.â
Wendy ignored her and went upstairs. Guinevereâs smile gradually disappeared when she looked at Wendyâs back. She looked at the breakfast on the table with a blank face and lost her appetite.
Stella had a good sleep. When she woke up, she heard a lot of noises from the kitchen. She opened her eyes sleepily and walked to the living room. Then, she saw Roger come out with breakfast. âSis, youâre awake?â âWhy did you get up so early?â Stella asked, and her expression suddenly tumed serious.â Donât you have class?â Roger knew she would say that. He smiled helplessly and said, âI donât have morning classes today. Did you forget?â Stella looked at the class schedule hanging on the wall. âReally? You donât have class on Mondays?â âWe usually have no classes on odd weeks.â Roger took off his apron and walked over to Stella. âGo and wash up, then go and have breakfast.â It was a good day today with the sun pouring in from outside.
Roger looked at Stella, who sat across from him. He asked, âHowâs my cooking? Did it get worse?â
Stella looked at the soup in front of her. âItâs just a bowl of soup. How can I tell?â âCanât you taste my love for you?â Stella laughed out loud. âWhen did you learn to be so expressive?â Before their parentsâ
passing, the two of them had always bickered with each other. Later, they lived together and relied on each other. During the process, they became more considerate of each other. Even so, they occasionally bickered like before when they were relaxed. Stella felt like life had color only in Rogerâs presence. This was the life she wanted. She was not interested in spending her days with Weston, coming up with plans to impress him or stay away from him. She also had to worry about Guinevere, who would occasionally appear. Roger noticed the gloomy air around Stella. Seeing her gloomy face, Roger put down the glass in his hand. âSis, has something been bothering you lately? You finally came back from the business trip, but I feel like youâre always distractedâ¦â
Stella shook her head. âThe training center will close down next month. Meanwhile, I want to find a new job.â âDidnât we agree yesterday? Canât you just get an easy job?â Stella shook her head. âI havenât thought about it properly.â
She paused for a moment and suddenly asked tentatively, âWhat do you think about me acting?â
âActing?â Roger widened his eyes in disbelief. He stood up and asked, âWhy acting?â Stella frowned at his overreaction. âI was just askingâ¦â âWhy would you ask this out of the blue?â Roger managed a smile, but it was a little stiff. Stella pondered for a moment and asked him, âIf I wanted to be an actress, would you support me?â