RubyI’m excited to meet some of Archer’s friends. I’m instantly charmed by Jordan, but Sophia appears to be a tougher nut to crack. I don’t mind the challenge. Making friends, especially female ones, isn’t my strong suit. In my world, most women see each other as competition. It’s all about who can marry the richest, who’s the slimmest, who has perfect skin, whose husband is cheating, and who’s having an affair. Their friendships always seemed false to me, so I’d steer clear of them.The only real friend I have is my sister, and I miss her a lot right now. Jorydan is a cute guy with dark hair and blue eyes, and he’s quite charming. Sophia, on the other hand, has blond hair, dark eyes, and a bronze tan that suggests she regularly basks on a beach somewhere.When Archer excuses himself, I feel a moment of panic. What should I do? What should I say? Entertaining guests can’t be that hard.“Can I get you something to drink? I’m sure the flight must have been tiring,” I say with a smile.
ArcherAndrea enters the elevator as it opens, turning toward us.“I’ll be in touch,” she says before the doors close. I exhale in relief.“Whew. That’s the last of it, right?” I ask my fiancée, who’s standing beside me.“Yes, Archer.”“Thank God. I didn’t think I could bear another session.”After weeks of these meetings with Andrea, the wedding preparations are finally on their way. We’re no longer required to meet regularly since she already knows what we want, although I expect she’ll be in touch as she said. Surprisingly, even though she’s young, Andrea is very competent.Ruby laughs, and I inquire, “What’s funny?”“Well, you weren’t exactly participating in these sessions. I like to think you were there for moral support. And to make sure you don’t get married in pink,” she teases while straightening my tie.“Well,” I say, putting my arms around her, “I’m definitely here for moral support. It’s an important job. And tiring too. Besides, I know you wouldn’t dress me in pink. Like
RubySince arriving at work this morning, I’ve been incredibly busy, so much so that I even skipped lunch. Harvest season is approaching, and it’s crucial to clear out the old wines before the new ones come in. Everyone is working tirelessly to ensure a smooth transition into the harvest season.While I’m in the middle of signing some documents, I hear a knock on the door.“Come in.”Papa enters my office, and I stand up to greet him. It’s unusual for him to come to my office or this side of the building. We’ve always been careful not to give the impression that I receive preferential treatment just because I’m his daughter.“Sit, sit.”As he steps into my office, Archer follows him. This is a new development; Archer has never visited me in my office before. I assume he might have come to see my father and decided to stop by my office on the way.“Good afternoon, Archer,” I greet him, trying to maintain a composed and formal demeanor, as if I hadn’t been intimately involved with him j
ArcherAfter a long day at work and a lavish dinner, I’m driving Ruby home again. I hate this part of my day, having to leave her after spending the whole day with her. I’ve become used to her presence; when she’s not there in my arms at night, I don’t sleep well.Our wedding is in less than two months, and we still haven’t found a place that suits us. We’ve decided to be patient instead of just picking any building. I’ll continue staying in the penthouse for now, though.When I get to a red light, I stop and look at my girl. She looks deep in thought, no doubt cross-checking her to-do list. These past few weeks of shadowing her have exposed me to another side of her – a shrewd businesswoman and a compassionate boss. Ruby is passionate and intentional about the family business. Looking at her, one would expect a diva who shops, parties, and just spends unnecessary money. Ruby is anything but that, and any father would be proud to have her as a daughter.When the red light turns green,
Ruby Not long after the elevator closes behind Archer, Sophia comes strutting out in a short singlet. She goes straight to the fridge and brings out an orange juice, pouring herself a cup.I’m curious about why she doesn’t like me, but I’m not in a hurry to find out or try to be friends with her. It’s crazy how she looks so perfect just waking up from sleep while I probably look like a madwoman.I feel self-conscious enough that I try to pat my hair down without calling attention to myself. After that, I continue eating, waiting to see what she’ll do next.She puts the juice back in the fridge, then turns to where Archer’s unfinished breakfast is. She picks up the fork and takes a small piece of egg and puts it in her mouth. She does this slowly, and when the fork is in her mouth, she moans and swirls it, bringing out her tongue to play with its tines.“What’s wrong with you? Why would you do that?” I ask, feeling disgusted.She shrugs and laughs, maniacally. “You wouldn’t understand
Archer“Sophie, get off of me,” I say sternly, then push her off me. The last thing I want is for Ruby to come home and find her like this.When I came back from the meeting, I was welcomed by loud music coming from Sophie’s room. Jordan had opted to stay back to finalize some arrangements. I could tell that Ruby wasn’t in. I tried calling her on my way back, but she didn’t pick up, so I sent her a text.I walked to Sophia’s room to tell her to turn the music down. I didn’t wait for her to reply; I turned and walked to my room. I dropped my jacket on the bed and was taking off my tie when Sophie entered behind me.The next thing I know, she’s pushing me onto the bed and sitting on me.“I never made any promises like that to you. I might have mentioned that I didn’t want Ruby, but that was before I met her. That was before I found out that you were sleeping with your neighbor,” I say, disgusted with her attitude.She stands up and tucks her hair behind her ear. Wearing a transparent sa
ArcherI lie in bed, contemplating the recent revelation: Ruby doesn't want me. The reasons for our unraveling connection remain unknown. How can she choose a man who readily accepted her father's money over me? What went wrong?The idea of confronting her crosses my mind, but I dismiss it. From her tone, it seems she's already made up her mind. Why should I fight for someone who no longer desires me? I feel the need for a drink.Leaving my room, I shoot an angry glance at Ruby's door. In the living room, I find Jordan and Sophia watching a movie. "You're back," I remark while pouring myself a drink."Yeah, came back this afternoon," Jordan replies, his wet, curly hair suggesting he just showered. "Everything go as planned?" I inquire."Yup," he answers, raising his eyebrows at me as I take a hearty sip of whiskey. "Is everything okay?" he asks.I notice Sophia peeking up, likely waiting for me to spill. I don't want her to know about the issues between Ruby and me. "Why wouldn't it b
RubyAfter days of ignoring Archer and giving him the cold shoulder, I’ve noticed a change. He no longer waits for me in the morning or checks up on me at lunch. Archer has simply stopped, and even though I haven’t been receptive, it still hurts.As I lie on my bed this evening after a hectic day at work, my mind drifts back to a recent conversation I had with Ethel on the phone.“What?” She exclaims after I recount the entire story. “I’m going to kill him.”I laugh, knowing how fierce Ethel can be.“I’m so sorry you’re stuck in this, Ruby. Can’t you get out of this wedding? Surely Papa will see reason,” she sympathizes with me.“When you consider that moving in with him months before the wedding all but compromises me, and the importance of the shipping lines he’s bringing with him, we need him, Ethel,” I say softly, rubbing my temple as a headache looms.“Shit, I’m so sorry, Rubes,” she says.“Sometimes, I wish I never agreed to this wedding, Ethel,” I admit, my heart breaking all o