Strangers in Love

CHAPTER 1: THE FEELINGS

Ada's POVI am Ada Wynowitz, 32. I am currently working as a TV Program Producer in my dream company. I fell in love with the most handsome and perfect man, but that was three years ago. I am a single, hopeless romantic, and a workaholic. At least that's what he said the reason why he left me.

"Workaholic? You're not, and that's not the reason why you are still single my dear sister!" said Kelsey, my little sister. We are at The Weds, the wedding shop with her fiance Marcus. They announced their engagement about 6 months ago and they needed me here for fitting because I am Kelsey's maid of honor. Well, they met because of me.

As I watch them snuggle, I can't help but remember the past, and pain still covers my heart. Could it be? Is it possible that I am still stuck in the past? Do I still love Uno?

While I'm lost in my wonderland, Kelsey snapped her fingers, and I turned to look at her, only to see the face I never wanted to see. The very last face I wanted to see.

A tall, lean with the most handsome man sitting right across me; Uno.

"Sissy, I'm sorry for not telling you. Are you okay with this?" Kelsey whispered her words. I nodded as a reply; trying my best to hide my bitterness.

I didn't dare to look at him the whole meet-up. I don't want him to see all my frustration.

Okay, truth is, I don't want him to see the pain that I've been hiding because even just his scent reminds me how and why we ended up this way.

Around 5:30 in the afternoon, our suit and tie appointment ended; they invited me to have dinner with them and Uno. 'With Uno? Oh, God knows I never wanted to be near him.' I thought to myself.

So, I lied, "I'm sorry Kel, I have lots of pending work to do. I need to go." And before Uno could utter a word, my phone rang. I put it in my ear and mouthed "I have to go." I waved my hand and walked away.

Uno's POV

They say I am successful in every way; money, business, and family. What they don't know is that I have been longing for someone's love and attention.

I was busy checking the blueprints on my table when my phone rang, it was Marcus, my Architect. "What's up?" I answered.

"Dude, I'm with Kelsey here at The Weds, next block to our office. We're having a suit and dress fitting. You need to be here for your suit." Marcus said all at once.

It should be noted that he and I have the same size of shirt, so going there wasn't really in my today's agenda. But then he added, "Ada's here too, just a heads up."

I immediately hung up the phone, picked up my keys, and told my assistant to cancel all of my meetings this afternoon. So, I rushed to go there, but when I got in the car, a thought suddenly popped into my head. "Why am I in such a hurry? Did I get excited just by hearing her name?" then I smiled.

And the answer was, "Yes, I was excited to see her, because I am still in love with her."

When I entered the shop, her face was the only thing I could see. Her pretty diamond almond eyes that I miss staring at, her plump lips and pointy nose that I miss kissing, and that "very Ada hairstyle"; dark brunette hair, highlighted with pink, white, and green that I really, really miss.

Oh, God only knows how much I wanted to be with her again, but I can't, I just can't.

Too afraid that I might hurt her again.

I really wanted to talk to her, but I don't want them to think that I am pathetic and desperate to know how she has been doing. I don't want her to see the eagerness in my eyes. I don't want her to be close to me and only to be hurt again.

We finished the dress and suit fitting at exactly 5:30 p.m. Kelsey asked us to dine with them at the nearby restaurant and I internally screamed. 'Oh, thank you, Kelsey! I can look at her face a little longer.'

I almost blurt it out loud but good thing I bit my tongue to restrain myself.

Not knowing how I managed to be here without talking to her, but honestly, I wanted to hug and kiss her right at this very moment.

God, I really miss this woman.

I was pushed back to reality when I heard her say that she can't make it because she was too busy to come with us. I sighed deep inside; it's her job again.

Thinking back, she was on her phone all this time, was it work? Or was it something else?

I was about to tell her that it's time for dinner, but her phone rang just in time for me to open my mouth. So, that's that, she mouthed "I have to go", waved her hands and turned her back, and walked away.

Now she's gone; just like my chance of talking to her.

It was just gone.