Author pov
Morning Rose over to world--- one bathed in a golden light of New York and other in London
Two families, two destiny and two hearts they didn't know yet they were already teir but fate
Jay world (NYC)
The first ray of sunlight slipped through the baby pink curtain of a bright, cozy room decorated with soft toys, fairy lights, and scattered sketches. A soft hum escape from under the blanket ---- a tune so sweet that even the chirping birds outside stop to listen.
And then-----
"Ughh"....
Jasper Jean mariano ---- or as everyone lovingly called her, Jay Jay ---- rolled over, hugging her huge stuffed bunny tighter instantly . she was a dreamer ---- always between the world of sleep and sunshine, imagination and reality.
when she finally peeked on a clock it flashed 7:30 AM
"oh nooo! I'm late again! " she gasped, springing out of bed, tripping over her slippers, and bumping her knee on the dersser. "ouchhh"! Why does life hate me in the morning"?
Her voice enchoed through the big mariano mansion, followed by laughter from the hallway
Author pov
The house was already awake. jeana mariano, jay's mother, was preaparing breakfast while scrolling through patient report on her tablet. her father, jasfer mariano stood tall in a sharp suit. sipping coffee while talking business on his phone.
The mariano home was always full of life--- warmth , chatter, and the scent of maple syrup and fresh roses.
Jay pov
"Coming! " I yelled as I rushed downstairs, wearing my oversized white shirt and denim shorts still brushing my hair mid--way.
Mom looked up with her usual soft smile, "good morning, sweetheart".
"Good morning, mommy, " I said hugging her waist tightly. she smelled like jasmine and fresh soap --- home
Dad turned from his call, chuckling. "Our little tornado is awake ".
" I'm not a tornado " I said, pouting but the twinkle in my eyes gave me away.
And then came a familiar voice from behind me --- calm, confident, slightly teasing.
"Morning, baby sisyy"
I turned and grinned . "Cece! "
Celina mariano --- tall, elegant, and effortlessly perfect --- walked into the kitchen in her beige office suit. She looked every bit the CEO she was, yet when she smiled at me her tough aura melted away.
"You forget your alarm again, didn't you? " Cece asked, folding her arms.
"I did not! " I said, munching on pancakes. "I was just... Reasting my eyes.
"Reasting? " Cece asked raiseing on eyebrow. "For thirty extra minutes".
"Heyy! Beauty sleep is important! "
Cece laughed and ruffled my hair. "You're impossible, baby sissy".
"Only ffor you Cece" I said, smiling wide.
Author pov
Breakfast in mariano mansion was never quiet. Between jay's bubbly chatter, jeana's patient laughter and Cece amused sighs, the house was a melody of warmth.
Jay told them stories about her sketches, her new badminton tricks, and how she wanted to try modeling again. Her parents listened proudly, even through they knew she could talk for hours without stopping.
For Jay, life felt like sunshine --- simple, cozy, and bright.
She didn't know that soon, the winds would shift.
Keifer world ( UK)
While NYC woke up sunlight, the skies above Londen were a soft grey, wrapped in a cool mist insidee a grand modern house with glass walls and calm tones of silver and blue, a tall figure was already awake ---- mark keifer watson.
He stood in front of his mirror, finishing his early morning workout routine---- sweat glistening on his skin his musceles taut with discipline.
190 cm tall, 85 kg of puree strength ---- keif was the kind of man who didn't just walk into a room he owned it.
Keifer pov
Another morning, another routine.
Wake up at 5:30.
Run five kilometre.
Boxing practice for am hour .
Protine shake.
Shower.
Repeat.
I like control.
Every second, every breath of my day had purpose. Ii didn't have time for distraction---- not girls, not parties.
My dad always say "discipline define legacy".
And I lived by that
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In the watson mansion, morning were quiet but powerful --- like the calm before a storm. Keizer waatson keifer's dad., sat in his study surrounded by business papers, while serina watson already dressed for her hospital shift.
Maxwell watson, keifer's brother, was the only one who could break that calm with easy laughter. And then there was keiren, the youngest---- 12 years old, energetic, and completely chaotic.
"Keifff! " Keiren shouter from stairs, holding a basketball . " Bet you can't beat me one -on-one today"
Keifer smirked "you sure about that, kid"
"I'm sure you are scared! "
Keif chuckled and tossed his towel asidde, "alright, bring it on "
Within seconds, they were outside in the backyard court, bouncing balls echoing through the cold morning air. Keiren laughter filled the space --- ans even keifer couldn't stop the small smile tugging at his lips.
Keifer pov
Keiren reminded me that life wasn't always supposed to be so serious. He was chaos --- pure, innocent chaos. Maybe that's why I never said no to him.
After a quick match which I obviously won ,. Iruffled his hair and said "you will get there someday, chame! "
He grinned "onee day I'll be taller you! "
"Not possible! " I said
Author pov
Breakfast in the watson family was more formal but full of quiet affection.
Keifer greeted his mother with a soft kiss on cheek and father with respectful nod, and sat next to Max who was scrolling through company email.
"Your too serious, keif" Max said sipping hid coffee "you need a little fun in your life ".
"Fun doesn't build empire" Keif replied calmaly.
"Neither does loneliness" Max countered with a knowing grin.
Keif shook his head but didn't reply.
Deep inside, a part of him wondered--- was he too focused? Too cold?
But he buried that thought quickly.
There was no space in his life for distraction. Not yet.
Author pov
And so, in two different world corner of the world, two heart beat with opposite rhythms----
One full of chaos and laughter,
The other full of control and silence.
Neither of them knew that destiny was already smiling quietly, stitching their parths closer with every sunrise.
Soon, the tiny whirlwind from NYC would crash iinto the calm storm of London.
And neither of them would ever be the same again
This was their life before love.
Before accident, before tension.
Before they would fall ---- completely., unexpected --- for each other.
To be continue.....