"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. Bro and friends, just have your breakfast here and 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 then went to the Culinary Org open chat room.

As the site unfolded, Beauty was flabbergasted to see an image of her and Clarence. 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. 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 a face full of delight. Beauty looked at him gleefully nodding her head.

Watching her with that wonderful smile was a temptation for him to kiss her right now. Somehow, he resisted. 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 then we will print it there."

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

She was cheerful watching the passing clouds above them. With the wind blowing her face, she felt relaxed then went to her fantasy world. She visualized herself being Cinderella wearing that red dress with Clarence wearing a black suit facing her then said,

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

"The honor is mine," said Beauty.

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

I don't want to run, tiring. I only want to walk while Clarence is running in slow motion.

So her imagination continued. She walked casually while Clarence was running very very slow as if he could not reach her. 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 with only this one shoe? How can I find you?" Clarence was heartbroken holding that red shoe.

In the real world. She did not notice during her wild imagination that Clarence was greatly amused watching her ever-changing facial expressions. 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 the girl who took the photo. "Achoo! Huh? Did I push the high button for the AC?"

. . . . .

Despite all that happened, Clarence was not anxious even the slightest when he read 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 for him. They were from rich families with good standing in society, but they acted and spoke without substance at all. What was a family background meant if the generations following would not act as prestigious they should be? Not long, such family standing would go to waste and may be buried deep to be forgotten. That's what he believed.

- - -

SweetCathy: guys look at this girl, such a bitch

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 country bumpkins who want to taste a socialite's life, disgusting!

TitfortatMe: who cares? for now, she enjoys the attention, later if they separate 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 talk about the image came about. Under the normal circumstances, the chat room most likely would not be this noisy but the offender would not let go until their objectives were met. Some defended the persons 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, became a source of gossip.

- - -

ChefDeli: wow, what an 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 is 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, who captured my heart

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

. . . . .

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

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

. . . . .

ChefDeli: guys, so funny. the beauty beside me said SweetCathy and Noobles are cat and noodles

12Jam2006: nice, nice, I also like cat and noodles

TurnMeOn: me too

CaptureMex: me three

GleeGal: Hi, I'm new here

ChefDeli: guys meet the beauty GleeGal