Dinner.

     "You're thirty minutes late!" Sandra screamed at the man, as soon as he arrived before her. Her palms molded into fists and she felt him scan her entire existence. How dare he keep her waiting for that long?

     "Turn around." 

    Was that all he could say? 

    "No."

  Her reply caused him to pull a hand towards his chin. A slight chuckle escaped his lips.

     "Turn around." He growled.

 With a grudging resistance, Sandra found herself bowing to the man's orders. 

      "Too exposive." He commented.

    Sandra rolled her eyes.

    " It's my favorite dress." She proclaimed, tugging at the edges of her pink and white,long Caribbean dress.

     She felt it made her look like a princess. He had ordered her to dress in something nice,and she had done so. 

     "I don't care. Get it changed."

      "No!"  

   Right before Sandra could think of any other mode of action, Anthony's hands gripped hers as he tugged her into her - his house.

     The entire room seemed spacious, and empty, especially as her mother and sisters had sought for another place to lay their heads. 

   She winced in pain as he tugged her up the staircase, and surprisingly into her room. 

    "How do you know my room?" 

   His only reply came as a grunt. Sandra watched in horror as he pulled a key from his pocket, and inserted it into the door's keyhole. It opened. How? Her keyhole had been bad since the inception of eternity. 

     "Get in." He ordered.

  She obeyed.

     "Sit."

 She obeyed.

   She watched quietly as he pulled her closet open. A new red box laid beneath, and he pulled it out. Her eyes widened at the revelation. She had never noticed that.

    Two other boxes revealed themselves as he brought them out. Did she really not know her own room? 

      "Your phone."

  She stared at him, blankly.

      "Hand me your phone! " He thundered.

   Shaken with fear, She pushed the phone towards him. Gratefully, he received it.

    One scan at it, and he hissed. 

    With no words said to her, Anthony walked into her bathroom and the sounds of a flushing toilet followed.

   "What did you do?!" She growled as he returned without her phone.

     "Open up the green box."  

     She seethed quietly in anger.

     "Open it." 

   She reluctantly pulled the box towards her. Gently, her fingers gripped the lid and she pulled it open.

     "Pull it out "

     She did.

  Her eyes widened as right before her, she saw the phone in it. A smile crept on her lips as she pushed the power button.

      *Welcome, Sandra* read through the entire screen.

      "It's customized." She noted.

      "You're welcome. Now, get up."

   She rose to her feet. She would check all her logins and shit later on.

     "Place your hands in the air."

   She immediately obeyed. The earlier she did,they earlier they would get things over with.

    Quietly, he pulled the dress off her skin and laid it to the floor.

    "Close your eyes."

    With compressed lips, she clamped her eyes.   

     "good."

Sandra shook unnoticeably as she felt him scan her almost unclad body.

     Anthony picked up the red box, he had pulled out earlier, and opened it. There laid a black,long,armless dress. He gently pulled it out and laid it on the bed.

      "Drop your hands" 

   She did so.

   He pulled open her cupboard,and pulled out a new strapless bra and panty.

     Her eyes remained clamped as he undid the hooks of her bra. It came off easily,and soon she was in another one. He equally pulled down her pants,rolled it up,shoved it in her cupboard,and dressed her in a thong.

  With no hesitation,the dress was already on her back.

     "Open up your eyes." 

   She opened them up.

  He pulled off her bun,letting her brown hair fall to her shoulders.

     "Sit."

   She sat.

    Her muscles relaxed as she watched him bring out two pairs of stilettos.

     "Which do you prefer?" He asked.

     "The white one."

   He dropped the white shoes back on the floor,and placed the black ones on her legs. She grunted in discomfort.

     He brought out two handbags,one of blue,and the other of white.

    "Which do you prefer?"

   Sandra pondered for a minute before she chose. She definitely prefered the white bag,but if she chose that,he would hand her the blue bag.

      "Blue."

    He handed her the blue bag. Sandra felt her eyes bulge from their socket. She received it either way.

     "We are late. We need to leave." He said to her.

  She rose to her feet immediately.

     She watched in awe,as he exited the room,leaving her to trail behind him.

******

   It was almost an hour when they had finally arrived at a building. The cream colored house made it feel like a whole lot cozy. Sandra's eyes gazed around as she sought for interesting views for her sight. There were seven cars parked in the lot,but there seemed to be space for double the number.

     "Sandra..." Anthony called out,as he killed the engine.

   She turned to him. Repeatedly,he had refused answering the questions she had asked. 

   "Take it." He said,handing her a ring box.

   She popped it open,and slid the ring into her finger.

    "You are not to say a word to anyone,without my orders. No one in tat room is your friend,sister,brother or whatever. No matter how nice they seem. Do you understand?"

   She nodded.

     " If you defy my orders. I will ensure your mother and her daughter's never leave that cabin,alive."

    Sandra heaved a deep breath in defeat. It was expected for him to know where they had run to.

     "Get down."

 She stepped down from the car,with an ache on her foot. For months,she hadn't even considered the idea of wearing heels. It wasn't the typical shoe for a runner.

   Anthony walked up to her,held her hand and led the way into the house.

    Sandra noticed how the entire building froze as soon as they stepped into the dinning. The maids had scurried off,and everyone kept staring at each other,as they sought explanations.

    The eldest woman at the table finally stood up as the first person to speak.

    "Welcome,Anthony. We weren't expecting you." She greeted in a somewhat awkward tone.

     "Good." He replied,as he pulled a chair for her. She sat, noticing the intensive stares from everyone on her finger.

It seemed like their appearance had killed everyone's mood. All smiles had grown into frowns and looks of worry.

    "Family,I have an announcement to make."

   All ears shot up at his statement.

    "I am getting married."

     Everywhere remained quiet.

     "On Saturday." He finalized.

   What?!

No one spoke up to debate the fact.

 Sandra looked up at him, but his gaze was fixed on someone else. As she trailed his eyes, she met someone her eyes had never seen. He was the exact replica of Anthony, the only visible difference was the hair color and style. And he seemed to be returning a not-so-friendly glare at his brother.

   A helper placed a plate of food in Sandra's spot. She smiled at him.

     "Congratulations, brother." His twin said, as he pulled a glass towards his lips.

   Everyone resumed their meal.

      Anthony grabbed her hand gently.

   Sandra picked up a spoon,as she sought for a taste of the soup.

     "Lest,I forget. She is also pregnant."

    Sandra's eyes boiled as the soup choked up her throat.

   What the fuck?