Seraphina didn’t have an easy life, in fact it was rather challenging, being mute since childhood. Her track record for handsome rich men was never great given that she had seen their true colors many a times, that along with being the subject of their bullying as a child. So her friends marriage interview shouldn’t have been any different, attending only as a secretary for her family. That was all it should've been. Yet if that was the case, then why couldn't she get rid of him? Why did he take such an attachment to her? She wasn't anything special. She should've been happy with what she had. So why did he make her want more? *************** Unspoken Hearts Chapter 1 Unspoken Hearts Chapter 1 Dodging another pile of clothes as they were thrown across the room haphazardly, I took a step to the side in hopes of not being pummeled by the hurricane that was my friend Marisole. She turned her head as if she was an owl, cranking her neck around until she caught sight of my frame. It seemed it was too late now. The choices were now only narrowed down to one option alone. Face the hurricane. “Ah! There you are Sera, I thought you’d never get here! I need your help. It’s life or death! ” Running over to her enormous closet that was plated in solid marble, the blonde haired girl threw open the swinging doors before carrying out a mountain of clothes and plopping them down on the nearby table for me to inspect. “What kind of look should I go for today? I mean, what kind of vision do you think Kairyn wants to see? I have no idea! ” I only shook my head though, not being able to give her a solid answer. Marisole’s fashion choices were never really my style, the woman always looking to be the most prominent in a crowd. She had this sort of commanding presence about her all the time that everyone in college seemed to envy. Sometimes I admit, even I was on the end of that jealousy. You just couldn’t help it, looking at someone as beautiful and successful as her. She didn’t seem to like my response, now crossing her arms over herself in a huff as she pointed towards the clipboard in my hand, waving her finger around haphazardly. “Show me his file again. I really want to get this right.. ” Doing as she requested, I flipped over the object before handing her the top paper, feeling the material run between my fingers as it did so. I knew exactly why she was so antsy this morning. It was because of the marriage interview. When Marisole had received the news that her family had chosen one of the top completing tycoons of the hospital industry for her assigned marriage partner, the woman practically s...