SHE'S ON MY MIND

 It had been a week since the incident between Christian, Angela and Bianca took place. Bianca's hatred for Angela grew, while Christian and Angela's relationship grew. Everyone in the house minded their own business not been a nuisance to anyone, so it had been peaceful for the whole week.

 Christian was in the library reading a book, then the moment he had with Angela came to his mind.

Christian fell on Angela's shoulders and he cried. Angela fell softly on the ground with him because she could not bear his weight on her. His head and body was on her and she slowly rubbed his back in a way to tell him that it was okay.

 It was okay to mess up sometimes, as long as you come back to your senses. It was okay even if you might have gone too far, as long as you can turn back. Everything was going to be all right.

Many messages were passed during the moment even without words being spoken.

 Christian was long lost because of the memory. He had his thought all on Angela. He felt like she was sent from the heavens, wherever that was. He leaned forward on his seat still thinking of her.

"Better forget everything that just happened" Christian said to Angela who was sitting on the floor next to him in front of his bed. Angela chuckled "Does it look like I have anyone to tell it to? I just pray that we will all get along soon. I'm kind of liking everyone here" She smiled.

"Why are you preying on them?" Christian asked and Angela looked at him shocked "Are you serious? I meant 'pray' not 'prey'" she looked at him and closed her eyes "Do you seriously not know the word 'pray'?" She asked him and Christian nodded innocently.

 She smiled "we'll take it slow then" 

 Christian did not understand what she meant by 'take it slow'. What did she want to do with him? He shook his head when the wrong thoughts came to his head "No, she is way too innocent for that" He said to himself and the thought went to the back of his head.

 He left the building to the main house. When he got there, he met Francis there at the front door. "Where's Angela?" He asked as he walked in and Francis followed behind him. "She went out to look around the area, Mr. Christian" Francis said in his thick voice.

Christian stopped and turned back "What did you say?". Christian knew how dangerous it was outside the environment of the ring. He did not want her wandering around on her own.

 "Before you get yourself into a horrifying state" Francis turned back to Christian who was already heading back out of the house. "I sent her with bodyguards. You don't have to worry about her" he told Christian. He knew that Christian had some sort of care for Angela.

 When he saw Christian's head bow and a slight sigh of relief come from him, he knew something had to be going on. "Do you perhaps like this.. Angela?" Francis asked Christian and he immediately turned to the man "What do you mean?" Christian asked back, but Francis had already gotten the reaction he wanted. He began to walk away.

 Tilda and Bianca were both looking down from the third floor while Francis and Christian had the conversation. After Francis left and they saw Christian move up to his room, they looked at each other and glared.

 Charlotte was passing by and saw the look between both of them, but she did not want to pay them any heed, because she had her own things to do. Still, she stopped mid way and said to them "Stop having a cat fight and just do something about it. I am working on it myself" She gave her usual sly smile and walked away.