It was breezy, perfect for an evening on a balcony. Amy took a deep breath as she stepped onto the balcony, resting one hand on the rail while the other held her glass. The breeze blew on her face and neck, and she wished she was wearing a much freer dress to feel it on all parts of her skin. Not that she minded the dress, it was after all a beautiful piece. Her mother had impeccable taste, leaving her with three different options. This dress had been her choice. She was also glad she chose it because it had helped in selecting her indulgence for the night. There had been an array of drinks: wine, whiskey, all the likes. But she decided the moment she could see the color of her fabric in the slender glass, she wanted champagne. She loved that her drink and dress matched, it made her feel a certain kind of control.It had been quite suffocating in there, she thought to herself. The party, which was the anniversary of a company where her father was one of the major shareholders, was her
His name was Reynolds Bennet.His family was old money but from what she had learnt, he had taken on a different path for himself. What reason would he have to be willing to take on an arranged marriage? She wondered how her father made his list. Did he simply mark out sons who would serve useful to him or were they also families planning arranged marriages?There had not been much details on Reynolds Bennet except from the facts; aside from his family’s wealth, he was quite wealthy himself, and to have achieved that at his age, Amy was impressed. Though she realized his family’s name had to have helped. Also, he’d had just a single public relationship. She was not a fool to believe that meant he had been celibate all these while. If he had any dirty deals, he hid them well because there was nothing shady to learn about him. As a matter of fact, she came to a realization that he was the perfect candidate. He seemed okay but what if it was all just a façade and he was something devious
Amy sat at the vanity absently combing through her hair as she stayed lost in thoughts.Was this it? Was she to have no choice in her life? Even with whom she was to spend the rest of her life with? Was she to marry someone she knew next to nothing about?Sure Reynolds was very handsome, she would have had to be blind not to see that. But looks were not the issue. What if he turned out too worse than her father, more controlling? Would he decide the very air she should breathe? He did not need to accept such a marriage. With his success alone he could have anyone he wanted, live his life the way he wanted. Something she could not do. She was duty bound to her family, her father; and she had no way out.How was there absolutely nothing she could use against him? Something she could use as an excuse to avoid the match. Though it might not have made a difference to her father, considering he was involved in some shady business as well. Amy was well aware of her father’s businesses des
Reynolds sat in one of the armchairs of his father’s study, already tired of a conversation that had not begun. Despite owning his own businesses, his father still made sure to inform him of every details regarding the family’s business. He was not sure if old age made his father forget that he had his own business to run or if he simply chose to deliberately ignore that fact. Soon he would bring up the marriage topic again. Reynolds could just feel it coming. Gerald Bennet was not the type to repeat something often, especially not at close intervals. But his meeting with Robert Martins, where the man had not so subtly hinted at a marriage proposal, was enough to bring the issue up again. “So what will be your decision about the proposal?”“What proposal?” Reynolds feigned confusion, of only to push back the inevitable conversation .His father stared at him pointedly. “You are not dumb. I believe you know very well what I am talking about”“Father-“ Reynolds began with a sigh, but h
The following morning, Amy got a message on where they would both meet. She thought about it, what he could possibly want to discuss with her. Perhaps she should also use the opportunity to see if there was a way she could get out of the marriage. Would acting unpleasant do the trick? No, she decided. She did not have the courage to do that. She was too proper.She left few minutes before one in the afternoon to meet up at the coffee shop he had chosen. Her driver had taken her but she didn’t mind, seeing as she had never been there before.The coffee shop was not large, but not small either. It had a modern look but gave off a cozy feeling.Amy did not have to look round for long before spotting Reynolds. It was almost like she had known where to look for him. The table he was at was close to the glass windows, offering a perfect view of the road. Perhaps he had seen her coming.He looked good, leaned back on the chair, scrolling through his tab and sipping what she guessed to be cof
Amy laid on the bed, pondering. It was all she seemed to do these days,thinking. After meeting with Reynolds, she had gone to her mother's mall, helping her with their new stock.Her day had not been stressful, but she felt so tired. She considered pulling out of the deal with Reynolds. And then she would talk with her father? He could let her have at least this much, could he not? And if it did not turn out so well, then she would continue her plans with Reynolds. She sighed. Could she really do that?Amy's phone rang then. It was David, one of her friends. Well truthfully, the only good one she thought she had."Hello" she answered."Hey" his voice came on the other end. "How are you doing?""I'm good. How about you? What's going on?""I returned today from my trip. I was wondering if we could meet up tomorrow and catch up""That would be nice."There was a pause on his end before he said again, "Are you okay? You sound...down"Should she just tell him? Of what use would it be waiti
David was a friend she had met in school. Everyone had called him Dave for short and he had also seemed to have preferred it. He had explained to her one time that everyone called him David at home. But Amy had continued to call him David, the one she had become close with before finding out that his family was affiliated with hers. If there was one thing she later learnt about David's family, is that they knew a lot of people."No one of interest this time?", their conversation continued back in the living room. She might have overthought it, but Amy thought she caught David's eyes lingering longer than normal on her legs as she raised it to sit sideways on the couch.He chuckled lightly. "No. No one""Uh-uh", she said in disbelief."Believe it or not Amy. There's no one to fool around with. And hold up, I don't believe I talk about that with you""You don't?" she asked teasingly. When it madehim a bit lost for words, she laughed. "You dont", she assured him. "It's more or less like
David would have to forgive her because she had two more glass of wine while she waited for her father. Having David around had helped her in spending most of time she would have used in waiting. In an hour or two, her father would be back. With nothing to do and tired of thinking while laying on the bed, Amy opted for more drinks. Well it was futile anyway, she ended up getting lost in thoughts, obsessing over how the talk with her father would go.Working, she realized, was one thing that kept her sane. And it had not taken her long to discover that without it she would fall into some very bad habits to cope. She was not a saint. What was her father expecting her to do with all this time. Modeling for her mother was a once in a while need. She needed something of her own to do.She was pouring another glass before she caught herself. She sighed. The last one, she decided.As she finished the third glass, her father came in. Amy could hear his raised voice from the kitchen, talking