Our evening went normally. We sat across from each other at the dining room table, she was doing homework, I was looking over contracts for work. Both...of us were eating pizza as I had been to lazy to cook that night. Around 8:30 she put down her pen and looked at me with a triumphant smile. "I'm done!" She announced proudly. "Congratulations." I replied with an amused smile. "It took you long enough." She rolled her eyes at me then a small smile spread across her face. "I'm going to get ready. Ponder over your decision again’, she said standing in the doorway.‘You should not say that.’ Mayank turned to her. ‘You are my strength Riya. You should encourage me to do better instead. Paris is a heaven for Architects.’ He turned again, busy with his clothes.‘Stay back dear.’ Riya went near. Holding his shoulders, she tried him to stop. But Mayank wouldn’t listen. ‘Career, before everything’ he used to say.Broken, she turned to face the mirror. Her own reflection reminded her of her. It was three forty-five before Carlotta Castellano got out of bed. Her head was throbbing, her mouth was dry, and she wasn’t alone.Carlotta loved her job. No, more than that - her job was her life. It was always on her mind, whether she was at the store, vegging out in front of the TV, even on a date: her job was always there, tucked away in the corner of her brain.Except last night.For some reason, last night she hadn’t thought about work at all. She’d done something that she couldn’t remember. I have to choose between living a lie and being true to myself. Living the lie would be so much easier on everybody but me. I suppose what I am about to do is selfish, but I have only one life to live and I am going to live it as a woman. You have been my lover and now I hope that you will be my friend. All my love, Chris Jerry read and reread the letter, trying to fathom what his mother wastrying to tell his father. Obviously she had written this to him on theverge of a breakup years ago and.