I hate this.
I hated every moment of this.
I so badly want to toss the bags at Monica and tell her to carry her bags herself if she wanted so many purchases. This is what you get for being a people pleaser Katy. I chastise internally. Sometimes I wished I could just open my mouth and say half the things I think about. defend myself for once. But I don’t, I try, but the words just... don’t come.
A few times, I’ve even gone as far as rehearsing the words in front of the mirror, straightening my spine and shoulders to project confidence.
No, I can’t help you today.
Sorry, I’ve already made plans.
And the most important from when I was six, No, I do not wish to give you my toy.
Darn it.
So I wish and wish and wish Some more-“Oof!” I screech, as I bounce off a hard surface, the bags flying from my arms and the contents spilling out and falling down on my butt, my right elbow protests as I landed slightly to the side. I suck in a deep breath, waiting for the pain to pass as I silently pray I didn’t break something, mostly my butt.
I roll over slowly, my hands going to the clothes and tens of accessories scattered across the floor.
I hope nothing got damaged.
“I’m so sorry,” I say to the person I must have bumped into without looking up, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment, I don’t suppose there was a way any of that went unnoticed?
I had been distracted by my thoughts but the number of bags I had to carry obstructed my vision as well. Shifting to my knees, I begin to stuff the purchase closest to me back into the bags not caring if I mix them up, mum and daughter would have to sort it out by themselves later.
A pair of shiny Italian loafers appeared in my line of sight and I cringed.
Oh, snap.
I remain on my knees, with my head lowered, hoping whoever he was he would accept my apology and go about his way, my prayers as usual, this goes unanswered as the shoes remain unmoving, a dark pair of tailored trousers covers his legs.
A moment later, a box holding a pair of pearl necklaces appears in my line of sight as the man lowers to one knee, and I realize he is holding it out to me.
“Here,” he says.
The baritone of his voice slid over me, I stifled a shiver. Deep, and cultured, it is the voice of a man. The kind that turned heads and caused women to swoon.
Fumbling slightly, I reach for it, and just as my finger touches the velvet material of the box, it slips through my fingers.
“Wh-” I looked up and froze. There was no other word for it.
The words on my tongue are forgotten, and so is my ability to inhale air. He was beautiful. And I mean that in the most masculine way possible, his features are sharp, his eyes arresting. A light subtle lining his jaw. I blinked at the handsome man in front of me. Still on one knee, the box dangling between two fingers as he holds it out to me once more.
I forget that I am meant to take it as I am entranced by him.
“Let me help you with that, Sir” a female voice cuts and I realize I’ve been staring at him like a creep.
It's a store attendant and she and a few others have joined to start picking up the scattered items.
I get up quickly, apologizing once more, “I’m-m so sorry” I stuttered, clearing my throat.
The gentleman takes his time getting up and for a moment he looks like a prince from a fairytale. A dark fairytale that is. With a clipped nod of his head, he turns and disappears through the rack of clothes and I lose sight of him.
All the while my heart is in my throat.
That has got to be the weirdest encounter of my life, my goodness. But he was so handsome. I blink repeatedly, lowering to continue picking up the items, I stuff clothes and shoes ceremonially into the bags, hiking them up my arms but they keep falling over as I lower to get more clothes from the floor. Just how many clothes did Monica buy today?
The store attendants helped bag some items as the handle of two bags got broken in my fall. I mop my forehead with my wrist, and as they do I see them whispering behind their hands. “Think she knows him?”
The other shakes her head looking at me out of the corner of her eyes, but I hear them quite clearly as I am standing about three feet away.
Finally finished packing my things the first girl brought them over, she looked to be my age, I reckoned she was a college student working part-time, she gave me a shy smile “So we were wondering, do you know Mr. Quinn?” I look in the direction the man just disappeared through.
Him?
I squinted taking the bags from her outstretched hands, should I?
I shake my head feeling a little lost though I know I shouldn’t, I couldn't help but ask “Do you know him?”
I licked my lips nervously as I waited for her reply, thinking back he didn’t seem familiar, I would remember a face like that, but maybe he was a movie celebrity or a famous model? with looks like that especially.
The girl nods, “Yeah, he owns the building”
“Oh,” I blinked, taken aback as I hadn't been expecting that. “Wow”
And he helped me pack my things, they must take customer service seriously. “He must be very nice,” I remarked.
The ladies snickered, the one behind the counter included, I knew she had been listening to us, though her eyes were glued to the machine in front of her. “Him? nice? he wouldn’t stop to check if he saw the child crying”
“Mr. Quinn is…” she leaned forward as if trying to tell me a secret, I too, leaned over the counter, drawn to the topic, “Quite notorious” she finished.
I jerked back, unable to relate that with what I just witnessed, I think these ladies were just pair of gossips, but not like I’ll be seeing him again anyway.
“Thank you again,” I say with a polite smile. Grasping the bags and hurrying for the exit.
I barely manage to catch up with Eunice and Monica, the mother-daughter duo as they are about to leave the next store. “These bags too,” Monica points, and I want to ask with which hand am I to hold them. But she’s already turned to her mother grinning and saying “I can’t wait to try my new clothes”
Swallowing the retort, I hike up the ones I already have higher on my arms and add the extra, three on each arm. the only good point is that it's just clothes and don’t weigh much.
“I think the pink dress will suit you perfectly” Eunice replies patting her daughter on the arm.
I’m still arranging them when Eunice's voice snaps. “Follow up, we should visit your father now, I don’t have all day”
I nod once and fall in behind them my tongue between my teeth, my throat clenching as I think about Dad.
It’s always sad thinking about him, but no matter how painful, I never back away from seeing him, it’s why I took a break from my studies, wanting to spend the next week at home.
“This is your fault you know?” Eunice says from the front of the car. “If only you hadn’t wasted so much of my precious time doing something so little we would be at the clinic already,” she says for the third time, beating her palm on the steering wheel.Looking down at my hands, I bite my lips wondering how this is my fault when it was them two who spent hours at the mall shopping for dresses because Monica insisted she needed something new and then we went back to the house for them to get changed.While I waited, I had fallen face first unto my bed, my mind consumed by thoughts from the mall when I heard Eunice screamed my name. I hurried to her room to see a display of new garments spread on her bed her rage clear on her face. “What is this nonsense?” She snapped, pointing a finger behind her. I had to confess about my fall at the boutique and that we had to bag the purchases for a second time. Fuming, she sent me to mop the living room and vacuumed the rugs until there wasn’t a
As I’m still crying it takes me a second to grasp his last statement. I look at my father.A marriage?“I’m not getting married dad” Monica says with a shocked laugh. “I’m going to be a supermodel like the Hadid sister or Kendal Jenner, I’m not going to ruin my future by marrying so old sleazebag with a pot belly, no way” she laughs once more flipping her chocolate strands over her shoulders.She didn't use to be this bad, when we were little girls, she loved dad when he took us to the park and got us ice cream or toys during his travels, but as time went on, we saw less and less of him as the company took off. I'm not sure if this new attitude toward Dad is a kind of coping mechanism, to detach herself from Dad before he passes so she doesn't miss him much when he's gone. Dad breaks into a fit of coughs, his hands jump to his chest and he leans to his side, I stand up to assist him, ”Careful Dad” I say softly, every nerve-racking cough from his chest twisting my insides and making
“To-day?” I stammered, my eyes wide in disbelief. I’m shaking my head my lips parting and closing. Dumfounded, I try to tell them that I’ve changed my mind just this morning. I don’t agree anymore. “I guess the old man must be in a hurry huh?” Monica comments before slapping a hand over her lips to cover her giggling. "Monica..." her mother chaisted. "Sorry, sorry"I closed my eyes, trying to get my bearings, “Why so soon?” “I don’t make these decisions my dear, but it is not good for the company to remain without leadership, the stocks are wavering it is the main reason they want the new CEO on board effective immediately, I thought you were all aware?” Eunice’s features remained unmoving so I suspect she must know about it to an extent, I don’t know much pertaining to it, only that Dad had to step down, and neither of us can lead a company so never paid it any mind. “What’s with the rush? today?” clearly I’m still hung up on that, “I don’t even know who the man is” the urge to
With a final intake of breath to steel myself, I cross to the door the same time it is pushed open to reveal the same man from earlier, the one who held the car door to receive me and Mr. Alfred this morning, he might have also been the one who drove us here, but I hadn’t been paying attention. He gives me a curt nod before taking a step back and to the said, motioning with his hand for me to walk ahead of him. Don’t tremble, Katy, I think to myself. I say the words again and again that I’m doing this for Dad because he is sick and he asked me to. You can do this Kate. I say once more, flexing my fingers trying not to strangle the banquet of roses I’m holding, willing my knees to hold me up, just keep breathing, I think as we come to a stop in front of what must be the marriage register. The driver walks up and pushes the door open without knocking. With a dip of my chin, I enter. The first thing I realize is that this is a private affair thank God, I dont think I would
We left the courthouse immediately, a black Rolls Royce was waiting out front. The same driver from earlier held the door open for us, I bunch my dress with my sweaty palm, lifting slightly before getting inside as I arrange the train around my legs. The door to the other side opens and the man gets in, closing the door silently. The driver gets in at the front and the car rolls down the curb. I look out the window as the courthouse disappears from view along with Mr. Alfread, he raises a hand to bid us bye, I wonder if he is leaving from here to give Dad the news at the hospital to tell him his precious company is saved. Fingers clasped in my lap. I am numb as the car zips past the streets of New York. Beside me, the man doesn’t say a word to me, his eyes not once moving from the screen on his phone, as he types away, likely conducting business. I wasn't even allowed the courtesy of bringing my own phone as I was rushed out of the house this morning. It’s done. It’s really
I blinked at her, astounded, from what I understood, the arrangement was finalized less than twenty-four hours ago when I agreed to marry Dad’s business partner or was it his son? So as to keep the company within the family, when did they have time to be planning a wedding party? I was beginning to feel overwhelmed, I felt the urge to run into the nearest room with a door, lock it, and have a minute or ten to myself. But with the firm grip the lady had on my hand and all the activities she just mentioned, I doubt I’ll be able to get some personal time today. I didn’t agree to any of this. What was her name again…? “Ms. Patricia-“ I begin. “Oh, Ms. Pat is fine, everyone around here calls me that, I’ll have to introduce you to the rest of the staff but that is Amelia and Emma,” she indicates behind us to the ladies who wave in greeting. I blinked at them, mumbling an awkward little ‘hello’ if they thought I was being rude, I didn’t have the chance to apologize as Ms. Pat kept tal
After a shower where I spent most of the time thinking about how to get out of this mess, no ideas were forthcoming so turn off the water, and dried off with one of the towels, I came out to see a transformed room, a nail tech has set up on one part of the room, the make up artist had her tools laid out by the vanity and fiddling with a ring light, in the middle of it all, Ms. Pat is directing two attendants on where to position yet another rack of dresses, this ones has more dresses in shades of whites and lavender, silk and tulle sweeping the floor. It looked like ten people were to get dressed in here not a single person. “There you are!” Ms. Pat exclaimed immediately she spies me standing at the bathroom door, still clutching the handle. “Why don’t you change into this and they can get started with some facials and then move unto your pedicure? After that we can try out some choices” She moves in front of me, a short cream colored silky robe dangling from her fingers, I accept
“There they are!” The voice is followed by a loud applause the moment we step into the hall. I focus on placing one foot in front of the other, my hands on Ian’s arm. “Wow!” “Congratulations!” “What a pretty couple!” And “Bravo!” Is thrown around. Even a few wolf whistles pierce the air. A camera clicks several times, flashing, as we walk.Who are all these people? Business associates of Ian I suppose. The distinguished-looking men are dressed in suits, the ladies in pretty dresses and diamonds large enough to blind. I am in a state of shock as I take everything. How did he get so many people to come on such short notice? The hall is filled with people. My eyes skim over a champagne tower, on the other side of it is a chocolate fountain. More finger foods and cakes are arranged tastefully on shiny silver trays. And the flowers. Dark red roses so many, lining the aisle we walked through a moment ago and more were arranged in large banquets around the room, the sweet scent filled t