Book 2: So, this is Forever
2 – Forever Jewelries
Monday morning in Rebecca's office at Forever Jewelries carried a distinctive air of bustling activity. The elegant decor and the subtle glint of jewelry on display bespoke the legacy of a business built from scratch on craftsmanship and dedication.
Seated at her sleek executive desk, Rebecca, now the CEO of Forever Jewelries, navigated through the demands of the industry with a grace that mirrored the jewelry she oversaw. The click-clack of heels echoed in the hallway as employees moved purposefully about.
Despite the professional facade, the office bore traces of personal touches – a family photo on the desk and tulip decorations, a thoughtful choice by Freen.
Rebecca's role as the leader of Forever Jewelries demanded strategic decisions and a keen eye for trends, yet within the polished exterior, the emotional complexities of grief and resilience persisted. The familiar rhythm of the jewelry business became a grounding force, a reminder that life continued to unfold, and so did the legacy she had created from the ground up.
As the day unfolded, Rebecca delved into meetings, discussing new designs and marketing strategies. Colleagues sought her input, and clients admired her vision, unaware of the delicate balance she maintained between professional responsibilities and personal reflections.
Amidst the diamonds and gemstones, the office became a space where Rebecca navigated the intricate facets of her life. The sparkle of exquisite jewelry mingled with the quiet strength she drew from the love and memories that adorned her soul. In the heart of Forever Jewelries, Rebecca found not only a thriving business but also a testament to resilience and the enduring beauty that emerges from the depths of pain.
As Rebecca sat in her office at Forever Jewelries, surrounded by the glint of diamonds, a poignant flashback unfolded. It transported her back to the cozy ambiance of their home, months after their wedding, where she had shared the dream of starting a business with Freen.
Flashback
"Freen," she began, a sparkle of excitement in her eyes, "I've been thinking a lot lately. What if we created something together, something that reflects our love and passion?"
Intrigued, Freen looked at her, silently urging her to continue.
"I want to start a jewelry business," she revealed, her voice filled with determination. "Something timeless and beautiful, just like our love."
Freen's eyes widened with surprise, and then a warm smile graced his face. "Rebecca, that sounds incredible. I believe in you, and I'm with you every step of the way."
However, a shadow of concern crossed Freen's features. "But what about your father? He has the family business, and he might have different plans for you."
Rebecca nodded, understanding Freen's worry. "I know, babe. I haven't spoken to him about it yet. But I believe he'll understand. This is something we can build together, a legacy of our own."
Freen took a moment, her gaze fixed on the flickering flame in the fireplace. "I just worry about how he'll take it. Our families have a business legacy, and I don't want to create any tension."
Rebecca reached out, gently placing her hand on Freen's. "I understand, and I appreciate your concern. But our dreams matter too. Let's talk to him together, explain our vision, and assure him that we're not trying to overshadow the family business."
Freen sighed, a mixture of apprehension and determination in her expression. "You're right. We can't let fear hold us back. Let's face this together, just like we face everything else."
As they continued the conversation, Freen expressed her agreement with one condition. "I want you to be the CEO of the company, babe. I also believe you'll be better suited for it. I'll support you in every way I can, but I think your vision and leadership will shine in that role."
Rebecca smiled, touched by Freen's confidence. "Thank you, baby. I'll take the helm of the company, and we'll navigate this journey together, hand in hand."
"So, what shall we name the business?" Freen asked her wife.
Becky thought about it, "It's about us, our love.... Love Jewelries? Long-lasting Jewelries? Infinity Jewelries Or... hmmm?"
"Forever Jewelries" they both exclaimed in unison, and they giggled into it.
"Perfect, baby! Forever Jewelries it is!" Freen declared as she kissed her wife.
Becky responded, and as the kiss deepened unexpectedly, a surge of passion unfolded, adding an unspoken layer to the name they had just chosen.
Freen held Becky closer and started to kiss her neck.
"I missed you today, babe," Freen said between kisses, her voice carrying a mix of longing and affection. The room was filled with a warmth that went beyond the glow of their newly named business.
Becky smiled, savoring the intimacy, "I missed you too, Baby. It feels like forever when we're apart."
Their connection deepened with each tender moment, the day's stresses melting away. As Freen continued to express her feelings through gentle kisses and whispered words, the love they shared became not only the inspiration for their business but also the anchor that grounded them.
And so, Forever Jewelries was born to reality.
End of flashback
As Rebecca immersed herself in the memories of the past, her secretary, Sarah, knocked gently on the door.
"Come in," Rebecca called out, shifting her focus from the cherished memories to the present.
Sarah entered, a professional smile on her face. "Good afternoon, Rebecca. Your last meeting of the day is about to start. The sales and finance teams are waiting for you in the conference room."
Rebecca nodded, grateful for the gentle reminder. "Thank you, Sarah. I'll be right there."
As Sarah left the room, Rebecca took a moment to collect herself. She glanced at the wedding portrait on her desk, silently thanking Freen for the enduring support and encouragement that echoed in her heart. With a deep breath, she kissed her thumb and placed it on Freen's image in the photo.
"I just wish you were here, babe. I know you'd be proud," she whispered, a mixture of longing and determination in her eyes. Gathering her strength, Rebecca left the office, ready to lead Forever Jewelries into another successful meeting, carrying Freen's love with her every step of the way.
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Rebecca stepped out of her office, leaving behind the quiet ambiance of Forever Jewelries. She made her way to the restaurant where she was meeting Saint, her brother-in-law, for an early dinner. The soft glow of warm lighting and the inviting aroma of the cuisine set the stage for a comforting evening.
Spotting Saint at a corner table, she approached with a smile, and he stood to greet her with a friendly hug.
"Rebecca! It's good to see you," he exclaimed.
"Likewise, Saint. How have you been?" Rebecca replied, appreciating the familial connection that had endured despite the challenges life had thrown their way.
As they settled into a cozy booth, surrounded by the ambiance of the restaurant, the ambient chatter providing a pleasant backdrop to their conversation. Saint, always supportive and understanding, asked about Rebecca's day and the latest developments at Forever Jewelries.
Amidst sips of wine and the clinking of cutlery, the conversation flowed seamlessly between family matters and personal reflections. Rebecca, feeling a sense of ease in the restaurant's intimate setting, turned the discussion towards Freen.
"Saint, I've been meaning to ask—is there any news about what happened to Freen? It's been six months since it happened" she inquired, a mix of curiosity and concern in her eyes.
Saint took a thoughtful sip of his wine before responding, "The investigation is ongoing, but it seems like they're making progress. I'll make sure we'll find justice Becky, no matter what. I'll keep you updated as soon as we hear anything substantial. How are you holding up with everything?"
Rebecca nodded, appreciating Saint's candor. "It's been challenging, but I'm taking it one day at a time. Forever Jewelries keeps me busy, and I find solace in that. And I have to be strong for Zea"
Saint nodded in understanding, his gaze reflecting the shared concern for their family's well-being. "You're doing a remarkable job, Rebecca. I know it hasn't been easy, but you're showing incredible strength, especially for Zea. How is she coping with everything?"
Rebecca took a thoughtful sip of her wine before responding, "Zea has her moments. She misses her Dada a lot. There are times when she asks about Freen, and it breaks my heart to see her longing for her. But we try to create little moments of joy, like our recent piano session. She's taking music lessons now, just like Freen used to teach her."
Saint smiled warmly. "I'm sure she'd be proud to see Zea following in her footsteps."
Rebecca nodded, her eyes reflecting both sorrow and determination. "I want to make sure she has a connection to her dada's passions. It's challenging, but we're finding our way."
As they continued their dinner, the conversation seamlessly blended between family matters and anecdotes about Zea's endearing moments. The restaurant's ambiance provided a gentle backdrop to their shared reflections and the enduring love that bound their family together.
In those moments, Rebecca found solace in sharing the joys and challenges of parenting with someone who understood the intricacies of their family dynamics. The evening unfolded with shared laughter, heartfelt discussions, and a renewed sense of support that went beyond words.
As they parted ways at the end of the night, Rebecca felt a deep appreciation for the unwavering presence of family, a source of strength that helped her navigate the complexities of life with Zea by her side.
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In the days that followed, Rebecca continued to gracefully navigate the intricate balance between her roles as a dedicated businesswoman and a loving mother. Forever Jewelries demanded her attention, and she poured her energy into guiding the company forward, motivated by a profound sense of purpose and a commitment to the vision she and Freen had once shared.
At home, the delicate melodies emanating from Zea's piano filled the air, serving as a poignant reminder of the love and creativity that Freen had infused into their lives. The lively sounds of Zea's laughter and the occasional playful pouts created a vibrant and resilient atmosphere, showcasing the remarkable strength of youth in the face of profound loss.
Rebecca found solace in these moments, fully embracing both the challenges and the joys that accompanied the journey of parenthood. Zea's innocence and boundless energy emerged as a wellspring of inspiration, propelling Rebecca to maintain a sense of normalcy and joy for her daughter.
One evening, as they sat together in the living room, Zea engrossed in her toys, Rebecca couldn't help but reflect on the intricate tapestry of their lives.
"You know, sweetheart," Rebecca began, casting a tender smile in Zea's direction, "Your Dada once told me that music possesses a unique ability to express emotions when words inevitably fall short. What do you think? Would you like to watch a video of Dada perform?"
Zea's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "Yes, Mommy!"
Rebecca nodded; her heart warmed by Zea's eagerness. "Alright, let's do that. I have a special video of Dada singing during a music festival back when we were young. It's a beautiful memory."
Guiding Zea to the cozy spot on the couch, they settled in, and Rebecca retrieved the video on her tablet. The familiar sights and sounds of the festival played on the screen, capturing the essence of a younger Freen immersed in the joy of music.
As the video unfolded, Zea's eyes widened with awe, and a mix of emotions played across Rebecca's face. The melody filled the room, carrying with it the echoes of a time when Freen's voice and presence were there.
"There she is, your Dada," Rebecca whispered, her voice filled with both joy and a hint of melancholy.
Zea watched with rapt attention, a smile curving on her face as she witnessed the spirited performance of the father she had known only through memories and stories.
After the video concluded, Zea turned to Rebecca, her eyes shining with admiration. "Mommy, Dada was amazing! I wish I could sing like that."
"How about we incorporate some singing lessons into your piano lessons? I can teach you as well, and we can make beautiful music together."
Zea beamed, her eyes reflecting both innocence and a deep understanding. "Yes, Mommy! I want to learn to sing like you and Dada! And I want to make Dada proud, Mommy."
Rebecca hugged Zea tightly. "She is proud of you. I can almost hear your Dada cheering for you from somewhere. Every note you play, every song you'll sing, is a testament to the love we carry in our hearts. And Dada is right there in every step with us, guiding you through the music of life."
Rebecca planted a gentle kiss on Zea's forehead, the warmth of their shared moment lingering in the air. "Alright, my little musician, it's time to rest. Tomorrow is a new day filled with more music and love."
Rebecca guided her little one to her bedroom.
Zea nodded, a sleepy smile on her face. "Goodnight, Mommy"
"Goodnight, Dada," she whispered to their family photo in her bed's side table.
Zea's simple gesture, talking to Freen in pictures, brought a warmth that resonated in the quiet room. The unspoken connection between mother and daughter, anchored in the shared love for someone who remained a presence in their hearts, painted a poignant scene in the canvas of their nightly rituals.
With a final goodnight and a whispered "I love you," Rebecca left the room, leaving a nightlight casting a soft glow. In the quiet moments that followed, she stood in the doorway, watching over Zea as she drifted into dreams, surrounded by the enduring love that filled their home.
Author's Note:
Check it out – a double update because I decided to take it easy today, giving myself a break from work.
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