Pulling back, he gave her a satisfied smile. Amy didn’t know if that was for the camera or if it was because of the kiss. But what she knew was that there was a fluttering feeling in her stomach which quite scared her. Reynolds took her arm in his and led her to where their parents stood. Everyone took turns congratulating them, some even sharing their supposed love stories about how they had met their spouses and it somewhat irritated her. As if these people knew anything about love. Most of their marriages had been arranged just as hers was. She smiled when she saw David approach their group. “Congratulations, Mr. Bennet, Amy,” David offered a hand to Reynolds who took it firmly. Amy watched as both men shook hands but couldn’t help but notice the hardening smile they exchanged and how David’s eyes turned to slits. And before anyone could notice it, they masked their expressions but she of course had seen it. Amy had always been good at reading people probably prior to years of play
Reynolds scrolled through his tablet as he sat back in his car. It was a Saturday yet his father had asked him to meet Robert Martin for business. His old man knew nothing about limits. He answered his phone on the first ring when he saw the name that flashed on the screen. “One would assume you missed me,” Luke chuckled. “Of course”, Reynolds answered with sarcasm. “What did you find, Luke,” he cut straight to the chase. “You are no fun. Anyways they’ve been best friends since high school and from what I gathered they’re pretty close. It’s actually a wonder that they’ve never dated. In fact Miss Martin has never been in any sort of relationship.” Reynolds hadn’t expected that. Most affluent ladies he knew loved to be in a relationship but then again he was learning how Amy was different. She carried herself with poise and elegance and was reserved, he had noticed from their meetings. “Both of you make a good pair since you also barely date.” He heard him chuckle on the other end of
"Excuse me, do I know you?" Amy asked the strange man. "What are you doing here Dion and how do you know Amy?" Luke hissed, looking serious and quite intimidating all of a sudden. "In fact, do not answer that. Leave," Luke added. "Chill dude, she's someone I know from school. I just came to say hi," the strange man, Dion answered. From where he sat across from her she noticed how his eyes were unfocused. She could tell he was tipsy. "We went to school together?" Amy asked, her interest peaked. "Yes we did. High school to be precise. But then again I won't expect 'daddy's little princess' to know me because she only spoke to that guy always. What's his name? Aha! David. It's quite a surprise you're not engaged to him but rather that uptight man up there," he looked at Reynolds who had mounted the stage. "What happened, was David not good enough for you?" "That's enough, Dion. We can do this the easy way or the difficult way. Go to your table now or I call the securities" Luke threatene
The alarm blared loudly, cutting short the dream Amy was having about a certain pair of dark green eyes. Those eyes would definitely be her undoing and even maybe the owner of them. She switched the alarm off before it could ring again. It was six in the morning. Her stomach growled noisily signaling how hungry she was. She had missed dinner yesterday and had barely had any of the meals served at the party last night. As she stood from her bed abruptly, a sudden wave of excruciating pain struck her like lightning in her abdomen. Aunty flow couldn't have chosen a better time to visit, she thought sarcastically. It wasn't even that time of the month for her. She knew that because the tracking app she used had not updated her like it normally did. She dragged herself to the walk in bath house and performed her morning routine. She stepped in her room and noticed the sun was almost fully out. She decided on a blue dress which came with a belt, put on her heels and went down to have brea
Amy arrived at Ava's at 9 the following night. She was exhausted from the day's activities but she couldn't cancel on her friend. Could she call Ava a friend now? She supposed so given that she was in the building where she resided, attending her little get-together and bringing her flowers as well. She had thought it rude to visit empty handed so she got some flowers on her way from work. She entered the elevator that led to Ava's penthouse but just as the doors were closing she heard heels clicking on the ground hurriedly, like someone was running. "Hold it open please." A female voice yelled. Amy pressed the open button on the elevator panel. “Whoops I thought I wasn’t going to catch it, thanks”. Surprisingly, it was Sarah. She hadn’t looked up to see whom she was in the elevator with. She was busily rummaging through her purse. “Pleasure, Sarah.” At that , her head shot up.“Amyyy!” she squealed, pulling her in for a hug at the same time. It was the way her eyes sparkled that sh
Amy heard gasps all around her. Everyone in their social circle knew most marriages were not made based on love. Just a few who were lucky got to experience love before marriage. The others got theirs after marriage and there were even some who decided they could never fall in love but between ladies of their circle it was rather impertinent to voice it out. Carie must really hate her then “Respectfully, Carie, that is none of your business,” Amy replied. She watched as it was Carie’s turn to gasp. Her facial expression was one of unbelief. “How dare you, do you know who I am?” she yelled. Her face was turning red. She was fuming. Somebody didn’t like to be on the receiving end. “Look, I do not want to start an argument with you. I really hate those. You’ve been rude to me the entire time you’ve been here. But there’s so much one can take and I will not tolerate such questions. I was hoping we could be friends,” Amy said. “Friends with a lady who snatched the love of my life awa
"You may come in." Amy watched as Mr. Patrick entered her office. "Ma'am, you called for me," he said. He looked, if Amy was to be frank, quite disheveled and sad. It looked like he'd grown another thirty years since she last saw him. He looked unhealthy. "Have a seat Mr. Patrick." He seemed reluctant but took the seat nonetheless.“ It has come to my notice that you've been absent for some few days without permission. And even if you did come to work, you were not your usual self. I've had the opportunity to review some of your works myself and I couldn't help but notice the mistakes in there. Those mistakes could cost the company,Mr. Patrick and I guess you know that. If our Head Accountant is slacking off in his work, it'd be at the company's expense. What do you have to say Mr. Patrick?" "I apologize Ma'am. I'm well aware that I'm slacking off. I promise to take any punishment served. Please don't dismiss me Ma'am. I need it. Please Ma'am" Mr. Patrick pleaded. The man was on the b
It was just a few days ago Amy had been thinking about the freedom ahead of her and the joy of making her own decisions. She ought to have felt happy on this day, her wedding day, but she felt sad. She was not even angry at her parents and neither was she nervous. She just felt sad for herself. This didn't feel right to her. She didn't even get the opportunity to even choose the song she'd walk down the aisle with. When she had told her mother she wanted 'Perfect' played when she walked down the aisle, her mom had said "Darling, I don't even know the song. How much more the guests. And you know a lot old respectable personalities would be present." And just like that her choice had been brushed off. Who cared about those guests. She didn't even know them. She sighed and wiped the tears that had fallen. She was glad her make up hadn't been done yet. She had asked the bridal stylists to excuse her the moment they arrived because she was still in her morning robe. If there was any wa