Chapter 009

Dane:

*Launching Ceremony D-day*

"Okay, Dane. The blue or the red one?" Maggie inquired, showing me the two dresses she picked out after shopping for several hours since day break.

"The blue one" I said, waving her off as I rounded up a project plan on my laptop. She murmured something as she walked back into the dressing room but I didn't hear what she said.

"Are you done, yet?" I yelled out after forty minutes. I completed the project plan and got dressed within twenty minutes, yet Maggie was nowhere in sight.

It was funny how she shopped the entire day yesterday and couldn't find the ‘right’ dress to pick out. And then only few hours to the ceremony today, she's still picking out clothes!

"Yeah, will be right out" she called out and I took the keys before walking out of the house. I got to the parking lot up front and threw the keys in James' direction. He caught it and I stood, leaning into the car as I waited for Maggie to come out.

My jaws dropped when she did. She was clad in the all too revealing red gown she showed me before.

"Maggie?" I called in disbelief.

"Hmmm" she responded and I rubbed my lips with my fingers gently.

"The red gown is too revealing and that's why I chose the blue one," I said and she rolled her eyes.

"You just chose to wear a dress I do not approve of?" I added and she scoffed.

"Gosh, Dane. I am not Savannah okay? You don't get to choose ugly dresses for me and expect me to put them on" she replied and strode into the car, not even waiting for me to open the door for her.

"You're attending a launching ceremony, Maggie. Fashion designers from all over the world would attend the mystery woman's self reveal..."

"That's all the more reason why I should put on a very classy dress, don't you think?" She interrupted and I swallowed nothing, deciding to stop arguing with her.

It was pointless and I could only hope she disgraced herself alone and not us both.

We arrived at the venue and it was already swimming with guests, but fortunately, we were already booked at the first row as VVIPs of the ceremony.

We got to the first row and didn't even get to sit when a waiter walked up to us.

"Hello, Mr...."

"Walker" I completed and he nodded with a smile.

"Right, Mr. Walker. The first four rows have been booked by very important people. And you are to sit at the fifth row" he said in a polite way that seemed unbelievably rude considering the content of his statement.

"What do you mean, very important people? How am I left out?" I asked in anger and confusion.

"Please, excuse me?" A redhead woman walked in and I gaped, seeing how the waiter greeted her with so much respect and led her to the seat that was meant for me.

"What the hell is going on here, lowlife? Do you think I'm a joke?" It was Maggie's turn to speak and I didn't even stop her this time as I was equally furious.

"I'm sorry miss, I'm just following orders" he apologized and I raked my hand over my face in frustration.

"Who the hell is in charge here?" I asked and he looked around briefly before his gaze eventually settled on mine again.

“I'm sorry, I can't find them now, but I don't think it's a good idea to cross the mystery woman on her special day” he advised and immediately walked off, leaving me standing with Maggie fuming by my side.

She stomped her foot with each step she took towards the fifth row and luckily the chairs were higher than those at the front.

The M.C walked up stage and I felt my anger slip away rapidly, recalling why I was here in the first place.

It doesn't matter where I get to sit as long as I see the mystery woman and get to bargain a good business with her. If she would join hands with the Walkers Group. We would be on top of the world. Even Hayes wouldn't be able to compare with us in the designing world.

I smiled knowingly as he announced that we would make a toast as we prepared to welcome her on stage.

As it was rumored, if the woman had kept her face hidden for so long, she was either too ugly or too beautiful. Many vouch for the latter and I was curious to find out how she looked for her works to look so classy and breathtaking.

"As we all know, the mini unique-colored blazer suit should be launched before revealing the creator's face but she wants to be revealed with her latest work this time. Everyone, offer a clap ovation as we welcome the mystery woman. Miss Savannah Harris" the M.C yelled into the microphone and I felt the smile wash off my face very slowly. Everything suddenly fell silent around me as I heard and saw nothing except the lady in a pure white body con dress approach the stage ever so sophisticatedly.

"No, it can't be! There has to be a mistake somewhere. Savannah Harris can't be the mystery woman. It isn't even possible. She was a waitress just yesterday... Why the hell was she here?" All those thoughts ran through my mind and soon dissolved when I took in her entire looks.

She became even more curvy and beautiful. She looked different, in a very pretty way. Her gown clung to her body in the right places and the back flowed through the ground like a wedding dress. It was a strapless gown and I swallowed at the sight of her bare shoulders.

And when she took the mic and spoke, I noticed the little boy of no more than three beside her. He was wearing the supposed unique blazer and my gaze lingered hard on the suit and the boy.

He sort of looked like her and the blazer complimented his figure perfectly. Her works are definitely unique and classy.

"She didn't abort the baby, four years ago?" The question lingered in my head throughout her speech until she mentioned her profound gratitude to a particular someone who's helped her get this far, Dashiell Shawn Hayes.

He came up with a bouquet that he presented to her and kissed her hand.

The crowd screamed and clapped so hard, while I fumed with rage.

‘They look so good together’

‘I know right?’

‘I fucking captured the scene where he kissed her hand. I'll be keeping it forever’

Random people murmured behind me and I turned to face the chatty girls while glaring hard at them.

“What the heck is wrong with him” one of them muttered with a disgusted look on her face.

“They don't look good together at all” I gritted with the same glare before returning my attention to the stage.

‘Psycho’

Is this jealousy?

Why would I be jealous over someone like Savannah? I am simply glad that she didn't abort my baby and as soon as the program ended, I will be taking back my son from her! It's either that or she go back home with me and work for Walker's Fashion.