Novel & Cerita What Is Valentine's

I ask them, confused because everyone seems to be clued in to what's happening except for me. “Saturday is Valentine's Day,” Nortica explains in a tiny voice. “Oh,” I shamefully exclaim, feeling the heat. Shit, it's now Wednesday and I've got nothing planned for what's considered the most romantic day of the year. “I’m not expecting anything,” Nortica whispers to me, which makes me feel even worse. For me, Valentine’s Day has become a day where I take some sad, lonely woman back to the penthouse to fuck. It was effortless, the bar was filled with offerings and I only had to do the bare minimum to get rewarded.

I froze. Valentine’s? Was it? I quickly pulled out my phone and checked the date. Tomorrow is indeed Valentine’s Day. Usually, I’d give my workers the day off to celebrate while I worked from home. A younger me would’ve been dressed in a white priestly gown, preparing for Mass at the Catholic church. That was all I knew about St. Valentine’s Day. “Hello!” Cherry’s voice cut through my thoughts. I blinked. Tina gasped. “You didn’t know tomorrow is Valentine’s?”

I was in absolute shock, never in my life did I think I would get a car as a gift from someone. "No, no mistakes. It's yours, Elle. No ifs, ands, or buts. It's yours. I knew you wanted one and I was looking for the perfect time to gift it to you. And, Valentine's day was the best choice. A day dedicated to love, and the most perfect day to give my girl a gift of love." I jumped in his arms, a tearful laugh escaping my lips. "It's perfect. So perfect! Thank you." "Anything for my princess."

He smiled, which is starting to irritate me because time is running. I exasperatedly said, "Tell me!" He chuckled before nodding, then put on a poker face, "Remember 3rd grade?" 3rd grade? "3rd grade?" He nodded before saying with this look in his face, "February 14, that valentine's day." Shockingly, I did remember what happened on that day. And people, that look just shouted Flashback time! FLASHBACK, FEBRUARY 14, 2006: "Good morning Mertano Elem. Students! It's time to smile, grin, wink, or even hug the one you love! It's Valentine's day and that means the day you'll show your courtesy to someone!..."

The beautiful boss smiled happily and was busy packing them up. It was close to Valentine's Day, and the flower market was very lively. The new style of roses mixed with chocolate was the type that young people liked. It had been sold a lot on this day. Blake was slightly stunned. Valentine's Day? He had never taken this day to heart. The Valentine's Day, the Double Seventh Festival, and even the birthday of each other had not been celebrated together. Apart from Winson's birthday, there was no need to mention they celebrated those national holidays in the past few years.

-Tyler I chuckled a little, figuring it was brotherly humor more than an actual malicious insult. "Sorry," Ryder apologized again as he came up behind me, reading the note over my shoulder. I handed it over to him, "He left a message for you too," I explained with a giggle. "I know, I saw it already," he complained with a groan. "You should probably call him... He's been waiting long enough." My fingers brushed over the delicate purple blooms. I'd received a rose or two for Valentine's Day in the past. Nothing major. Nothing breathtaking. Nothing like this. I buried my face into the blossoms, inhaling the floral scent and basking in it. It was incredible.

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!