“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 cry arises once more.Why does this keep happening to me? “After you sign these I’ll bring you to meet him at the courthouse it’s really important that we get this out of the way” he urges. I scoffed. Mad.Everyone seems to have gone mad.I can’t believe them right now, Dad included, he only informed me of this yesterday.I’m allowed to change my mind, aren’t I? A snicker sounded from Monica’s direction, “Your groom can’t wait to have you Kate, I wonder why, we will see you at the reception, don’t be late” She laughed at my predicament as though any of this was meant to be funny. I shoot her a look I wasn't even a way I could muster but I’m that angry right now, the frustration from earlier coming back with vengeance. A trail of sweat drips down my spine, dotting my brow, I think I might pass out.“This is impossible, I was just on my way to speak to Dad, it's too soon, can we even have a wedding right now those take time to plan” I try to take the sensible route. Mr. Alfred nods, “I believe everything will be provided for when we arrive, there really isn't any time Miss Morgan” Eunice gets up within a few strides she is standing by me, a hand grabs my wrist, “Now Katy, you are wasting the nice man’s time you don't want him to get angry and take back his offer, do you?” my stepmother asks.Does she even know this man? How can she not care?“Think of your father, you don't want to let him down now, do you? not after accepting just last night no less” She kissed her teeth, “Bad, bad daughter, the news would kill him” The air freezes in my lungs at her words.She must feel the last of my resolve slip away at her words because she grins and releases my wrist.I cross over like a puppet pulled by strings. Mr. Alfred hands me a fountain pen, and I clench it in my fist “Can I not meet him first? I’m not saying I’ll go back on my word but does it have to be today?” He shakes his head sadly. “If you’ll sign here please” indicating on a dotted line. My hand shakes as I bring it forward, tears obstructing my vision I can’t read a thing on the paper or the name and bold signature in the space opposite where Mr. Alfred guides my hand. a tear falls down my trembling chin, landing on the white paper and I sign my name.Mr. Alfred beside me said something about filing the document and bringing over copies later as we got in the car parked on the curb. Eunice saw us to the door and told me my father would be proud that I saved his future. What about my future?I feel the smooth leather seats cool at the back of my thighs as Monica sticks her head in the car for a second whistling before saying “The man must the quite old and hideous to be spending all this money on a wedding, think you’re his third or fourth wife huh Kate?” when I don’t say anything she rolls he eyes mumbling “At least he’s got the dough, something to keep you warm at night, when I get famous, I'll be sure to marry a man thats got both the looks and the money, some of use are just lucky” she slides me a meaningful look before walking off.Mr. Alfred gets on the other side beside me and the vehicle rolls off.**I can’t think. I’ve managed to stop crying at some point but my eyes hurt. I feel numb.When the car stops in front of the courthouse, a driver holds the door open, he looks more like an FBI agent than a driver from his suit and dark glasses covering his eyes.I step out slowly, looking at the other side of the road where taxis are waiting.I could run. The idea plays like a tape before my eyes. I would dash over to the other side, jump into a cab, and give them my dorm address, there I could pack the little things I have and with my savings, I could disappear, get on the next bus to Tijuana or somewhere in Mexico, and get lost. No one would ever find me.I wanted to do it so badly.But then what would happen to Dad, to the company? He would feel so betrayed if I ran away.Would the man- whatever his name is, would he go back on his word to lead the company? Or he could decide to sell it off in pieces, the news would wreck Dad. His frail body wouldn’t be able to take it.I can’t do that to him. He would die thinking no one cared about him. So, I stepped off the curb with Mr. Allen leading, we headed inside together. Whoever bought Dad’s shares, must have a lot of sway and influence. The moment we arrived, I was led off by a woman who introduced herself as Martina, she took me to a room with a wedding dress already picked out, shoes, make up, everything. Directing me to a chair to get started on my hair. Do you have any information on the man I want to ask, I want to tell her that I don’t want to do this, ask for her help, she seems a sensible woman, but the words do not leave my tongue, once more I curse my timidness. As with every other girl I’ve envisioned my wedding day a time or two, of course, I would marry a loving man, we would be good friends even if he isn’t of high class in society. I would spend weeks planning it with my friends, there would be an abundance of our favorite foods and drinks, instead of that I get a rushed one at the courthouse, the man of the hour unknown. What have I done? As the lady pressed some powder to my cheeks and dusted my eyelids with a brush I want to continue my crying from where I stopped earlier. About two hours later I stare at myself in the mirror, I’ve been transformed. This woman, Martina must be an expert because I don’t look like I spent the better part of the past twenty-four hours crying my eyes out. She helped me into a simple figure-hugging lace white dress and attached a long veil to my hair.This is not what I would have picked out of myself in a thousand years. From the detailed embroidery on the sleeves and over my chest, I assume it’s quite pricy, but I don’t like it. It’s not my style, more elegant than cute which I would have preferred. The lady helped me into white-heeled sandals and placed diamonds in my ears. I look good and I want to cry.Finally, she slipped a bouquet of roses into my hands.A knock sounds on the door and she pulls back after doing the finishing touches on the veil. A male voice calls, “It’s time”There’s no going back now, I am getting married.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
He is Bill Benson. As in Senator Bill Benson. While I’ve met a number of CEOs and executives of leading corporations, a news anchor from a popular station, and some social media influencers, mostly as plus one of the men tonight, I didn’t think I was going to meet an actual senator that I know. He seems so normal, not like I thought politicians aren’t human beings. His wife who I now know to be Naomi Benson and runs various charities shakes her head and turns to me, “I for one am interested to know how you two met, you must tell me everything, so I know what to say when my friends ask how you managed to get this one off the market” Well, snap! My eyes widen. “Of course, join us at our table” Ian invites. And I notice everyone seems to be going around to find their placement on the dinner tables places around the hall. Oh, fudge. “Did you know Naomi and I met at a resort center during one of my high school holidays?” Mr. Benson asks. Now that I knew who he was I couldn’
Mr. Benson lifts his glass. “To the newlyweds, cheers!” “Cheers!” the echo rings out and champagne gets tossed back. And that was the first of many toast of the night, so many I zone out. Soon enough Ian and I stand facing each other, my hand on his shoulder, my other clasped in his as we have our first dance. A few other couples have come to join us on the floor. We sway slowly, I must be paying even less attention than I thought because I step on something uneven, my ankle tipping to the side sharply. The arm at my back tightens, holding me up against the front of his body. I snap back straight, looking at where I’m stepping on his foot. “Sorry,” I mumbled, heat spreading up my cheeks, usually I'm a better dancer but his hand on my spine is a constant reminder of him, no matter how hard I try to imagine being somewhere else. We continue and when I step on his foot for the third time, I decide it’s best to pull away. Bringing so close to him unnerved me in a strange way I cou
We sit in absolute silence in the car for the third time today leaving the party hall, I’m glad the day finally is over. I just want to get home, climb in my bed, and forget all about today, at least for a few hours. If I’m lucky, I won’t run into Eunice and Monica. I swallowed, my throat, still tight from the emotions of the day “Can I go home now?” “We are on our way home” I glanced out the window and watched as we drove past the road that would lead to my house. My eyes jumped from him to the driver at the front, wondering if I should call his attention as he kept driving further and further away. It took courage but I finally voiced to the man beside me, “I mean my own home” “You live with me from now on” I almost swallowed my tongue, heat spreading up my neck in frustration, “Bu-but my things…” I trailed off. “I’ll have someone pick them up by morning,” he says effectively putting an end to the discussion. I sit tensed, my fingers clasped tightly around the clutch in my la