I got home and I smelled something very delicious. Summer is probably cooking for our dinner.

    I went straight to the kitchen. "Wow, someone''s in a good mood," I teased her while she''s mixing the pasta sauce.

    "Why wouldn''t I be in a good mood? I got a perfect score in chemistry," she proudly said with a smile.

    I''m not even surprised that she did. Ever since she was little, I can already see that Summer is a very smart girl. Always top of the class and also one of the best representatives of their school. I''m just a bit sad that mom and dad won''t be able to see her wearing a cap and gown in a couple of years.

    "Aww," I hugged her tightly. "You never failed to make me proud, young lady. And if mom and dad were here, they''re probably being problematic about what they''ll give you as a gift."

    I could see the look in her eyes when I mentioned them. Summer is very close to our parents, especially to mom.

    "I miss them so much, Liv," she said and smiled bitterly.

    "Me too, Summer. Me too," I answered.

    ...

    We were happily eating together and we also had some talks about what she wants to take in college. Summer wanted to take architecture which is not a bad idea because she''s into art. When she was a kid, mom and she used to paint a portrait together because mom is also an artistic woman.

    "Summer," I called her. She looked at me because she must''ve noticed that my voice is a bit serious this time. "I would like to say sorry."

    Her eyebrows furrowed. "For what, Liv?"

    "For being such an overprotective sister. I know you''re at the right age to spend time with your friends-"

    "Liv, I completely understand. You don''t have to apologize for it. You''re not being an overprotective sister, you''re just being a good one because you want me to have the best, and I can''t thank you enough for sacrificing just to make sure that I''ll have a normal life even mom and dad aren''t here anymore."

    My heart melted when I heard those words that came out of her mouth. All I ever wanted was for her to have a good future, a better life than what we have now. Every hard work that I make, she makes it so worthy. Summer had grown up so well, more than I ever wanted her to be.

    "I love you, Summer. Always remember that, okay?" I softly said and gave her a small smile.

    She smiled before she stood up and hugged me while I was still sitting. "I love you more," she sweetly said.

    ...

    "I thought you wanted me to give you a lot of work?"

    I can''t believe I''m now backing out on this. I didn''t want to disappoint Mr. Parker but I also know that what he wants me to do is just impossible.

    "Sir, no matter how much paper works you''ll give me, I''ll have it done. Just not this one," I begged in front of him.

    He leaned against his chair and crossed his legs in a manly way. "Why don''t you just do the thing I want you to do?" He raised a brow.

    "Because I don''t think I can do it, Mr. Parker. I''m not skilled enough to organize a big event. I didn''t even finish college," I explained, it can probably change his mind. Why would he ask me to do such a big thing? He trusts me too much.

    "I don''t care if you didn''t, Liv. You did a lot of training, will you let your hard work go in vain?" I was hoping he''ll change his mind but now he''s forcing me to change mine! What a turnabout!

    "I don''t trust myself, sir," I almost mumbled. I didn''t want to fail in front of his eyes. It''s too much to handle.

    "Well, you have to, as much as I trust you. What''s the point of learning if you won''t even give yourself a chance to try?"

    He''s quite right about that. But I still don''t trust myself. What if I''ll just be an embarrassment to all of his guests? I can''t let that happen because it''s also on Mr. Parker. But it''s not like I do have a choice, this is my job. I''ll just wish for my luck.

    ...

    "Yes, I would like to see your invitation designs," I said. I went into the town''s famous store of generating invitations for events.

    "Okay, ma''am. Please follow me," she said so I followed her. "Here are our best designs, ma''am." I saw a tall glass cabinet and the invitation samples are displayed inside of it.

    It was all presentable and some of them are simple yet elegant. How can I choose one if the choices are all fabulous?

    "Are you perhaps getting married, Ma''am?" She shyly asked me and I laughed a bit. "Do you want to see our wedding invitations instead?"

    "No. I''m not getting married. I''m organizing an event," I corrected her politely.

    "Oh, okay. I''m sorry for asking, ma''am," she apologized. I''m actually not angry about it. To be honest, it''s somehow ridiculous because I think she''s seeing me as a woman who''s ready to get married. Well, that will still be a long way ahead for me. I need to see Summer finish college first I''ll get into that.

    "It''s fine. Maybe before I''ll marry someone, I''ll visit your store again to look for my wedding invitation." I smiled at her.

    This is the first time I talked about marriage. I mean, who doesn''t want to settle down, right? Marrying someone, having lovely kids, and just being happy for the rest of your life, who doesn''t want it? But how can I talk about it if I know in myself that I haven''t experienced falling in love yet? Not in middle school, not in high school, not even once.. Frankly speaking, I''m curious about how it feels to have that kind of inspiration.