I'm Guilty, My Beauty[COMPLETED]

"Wife, I have guests. Can I skip for today?" Leonard looked at his wife who had her arms akimbo.

"Husband, Grandma is now old. This is her only wish: for us to dine with her before she dies."

"Lorraine, Grandma is not that old for her to die anytime soon. She's still in her sixties. Why treat her like a dying woman? That's totally cursing her."

"This is her request."

"Fine, I'm going." Leonard gave up and gestured to them. "Bro and friends, just have your breakfast here. You can swim afterward. Feel free."

"Sorry, Clarence, I need my husband now. Just enjoy your stay with your girl," Lorraine said amiably as the hostess of the villa.

"No problem, just drag him away."

Leonard looked back and glared. "Traitor!"

After breakfast, Ronald chose to swim. Beauty, who had never had a swimsuit, just sat beside Clarence and observed the whole area. The latter chose to open his laptop and then went to the Culinary Org open chat room.

As the site unfolded, Beauty was flabbergasted to see an image of her and Clarence. It was that exact dress she wore and the moment they were in the elevator yesterday.

"Oh my, is this the photo yesterday? Wow, so nicely taken." Regardless of how shocked she was, her attention was on how beautiful she was yesterday. She never imagined seeing herself wearing such expensive branded red dress with the handsome debonair Clarence standing beside her. It was as if they intended to ask the girl to take a sneak photo of them. For her, it was picture perfect.

"Do you want a copy?" Clarence asked while looking at her bright eyes and her face full of delight. Beauty looked at him gleefully, nodding her head.

Watching her with that wonderful smile tempted him to kiss her right now. Somehow, he resisted the urge. He worked hard to reach this level of intimacy with her; to break it in a moment of desire would be disastrous. So he just smiled at her without looking away for a while and said, "when we get settled in the house prepared for us, let's get it printed."

"Really? That would be great!" She smiled generously, making his nerves tense from fighting the urge to hug her.

She was cheerfully watching the passing clouds above them. With the wind blowing on her face, she felt relaxed enough to enter her fantasy world. She visualized herself as Cinderella, wearing that red dress, with Clarence wearing a black suit, facing her:

"May I have the honor to dance with you, my lady?"

"The honor is mine," said Beauty.

The man brought her to the dance floor, and they kept on dancing until midnight came. As she was about to run away, she changed the scene.

'I don't want to run. Tiring. I'll just walk while Clarence is running in slow motion.'

So her imagination continued. She walked casually while Clarence was running very slowly as if he was a video being played with x0.25 the speed. As she was about to go down the stairs, she turned her head around with a smiling face and 'intentionally' left one of her high-heeled red shoes behind. Afterward, she vanished like thin air.

"My Beauty, where are you? Come back! Why leave me only with this one shoe? How can I find you?" Clarence was heartbroken, holding onto that red shoe.

During her wild imagination, Clarence was greatly amused, watching her ever-changing facial expressions in the real world. Clarence thought, 'Being with her won't be boring at all. I should thank Cathy for this.'

The Cathy he was referring about was none other than the girl who took the photo. At that moment, she sneezed, soon rubbing her arms to warm herself. "Achoo! Huh? Did I push the high button on the AC?"

. . . . .

Despite all that happened, Clarence was not anxious—even the slightest—when he read the posts in the chat room. He saw the caption given under the image: Seriously, a total social climber bitch.

He did not like the terms used, but he knew these people in the chat room. Some were irrelevant figures to him.

They were from rich families with good standings in society, but they acted and spoke without substance at all. What would a family background mean if the next generations would not act as prestigious as they should be? It wouldn't take long before such family standings go to waste and probably be buried deep enough to be forgotten. That's what he believed.

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SweetCathy: Guys, look at this girl! Such a bitch! :-P

Bonaporte: Why is she called a bitch? She's really pretty, and Clarence seems to care for her.

BoldMe: Yeah, we all know Clarence's taste! :-)

Noobles: I'm curious ... what's Clarence's taste?!?

SweetCathy: Who cares about his taste? She's just one of his playthings.

CaptureMex: I like her. I'll ask Clarence for her! :)

Noobles: You're a jerk so this girl must be yours? Both of you are jerks!

CaptureMex: You fell for me so you're also a jerk!

SweetCathy: Social climbers like her are just country bumpkins who want to taste a socialite's life—disgusting!

TitfortatMe: Who cares? For now, she enjoys attention. Later, if they break up, then that's that. That's life.

TurnMeOn: @SweetCathy why bother with them? Why are you so angry with that girl?

CaptureMex: Yeah, why? @SweetCathy

Noobles: Are you guys blind? That bumpkin doesn't deserve Clarence.

. . . . .

A lot of talks about the image came about. Under normal circumstances, the chat room most likely would not be this noisy, but the offender would not stop until their objectives were met. Some defended the people in the photo. Some attacked and coerced others to do the same. This was supposed to be a chat room made for exchanging culinary knowledge. Now, it became a source of gossip.

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ChefDeli: Wow, what uproar. I never thought my handsomeness can cause such a ruckus ...

TurnMeOn: The main character arrived! Hurrah!

ChefDeli: Thank you, thank you! Bow to the left, bow to the right.

CaptureMex: Hahaha! Let me bow with you! Bow at the back, bow at the front.

ChefDeli: Sure, my pleasure!!!

Noobles: You just came now? Where's your red-nose reindeer?

ChefDeli: I cook reindeer meat with a creative beauty beside me. I'll show you what cooking with a beauty meant.

. . . . .

Clarence uploaded an image where he was cooking with Beauty with all smiles.

. . . . .

TitfortatMe: Well said! @ChefDeli

CaptureMex: I'm jealous, envious—help with the synonyms!

12Jam2006: Rancor?

TurnMeOn: @ChefDeli is she a chef, too, like you?

ChefDeli: Of course, one who captured my heart!

SweetCathy: Creative indeed for she's a nine-tailed fox temptress.

. . . . .

This time, Beauty saw the whole chat and got vexed with a certain two: SweetCathy and Noobles.

"Clarence, invite me in. I want to play with that cat and noodles."

. . . . .

ChefDeli: Guys, so funny. The beauty beside me said SweetCathy and Noobles are 'cat' and 'noodles'.

12Jam2006: Nice, nice! I also like cats and noodles!

TurnMeOn: Me, too!

CaptureMex: Me, three!

GleeGal: Hi, I'm new here.

ChefDeli: Guys, meet the beauty, GleeGal.