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
ArcherToday is my wedding day. My hand shakes as I try to knot my bowtie.The last few weeks have been dreadful. Giving Ruby space when all I want to do is shake her until she tells me why she changed. Why did she want Diavolo instead of me? What went wrong?But the fear of losing her and chasing her away has kept me calm since. Once we get married, she can’t run away. She will be mine. Then we will thrash out any differences between us, and I’ll make her forget all about Diavolo.“Bro.” Jordan knocks, then steps in. He looks good in his tuxedo, as my best man, he had to.“Mom just called; they are at the venue already,” he says, walking up to me to help me knot my tie.I inhale deeply and exhale. Jordan’s parents and younger siblings arrived last night for my wedding. Other than them, I won’t have any family members on my side.After my mom ran away with the gardener when I was three, my father cut away every connection between us and her family, the few that were left.I don’t know
RubySitting in the limo in my custom-made wedding dress, perfect hair and makeup, I try not to throw up. My hands are sweaty, and my heart is beating fast—so fast that I’m surprised no one can hear it.When Ethel arrived yesterday, I went to the airport to wait for her. Her husband, Anthony, is such a darling because he let us go alone, probably figuring out that we needed some girl time.“So, what’s the plan?” Ethel asks as she stirs her iced tea with her straw.“Unfortunately, there isn’t one,” I reply.“Damn.” She curses, then drinks her tea.“You’re a duchess now; you’re not alone to swear,” I inform her.Ethel laughs, “Before I became a duchess, I was my own person.”“Indeed,” I raise my iced tea and take a sip.“I thought maybe I should confront Archer about his relationship with Sophia and tell him to call off the wedding. But I know he wouldn’t. Besides, he needs me as much as I need his shipping lines. There will be no calling off the wedding.”I think we should call off the
ArcherGetting drunk after being jilted was a good idea this afternoon. When the taxi driver drops me at the hotel later that night, with my head spinning, I can’t remember why it was a good idea in the first place.I stagger to the hotel door and open it. It’s late in the night, and the reception is almost empty.I’m walking to the elevator when I almost fall down.I close my eyes to orient myself, and when I open them, I see black heels stopping in front of me.I raise my head and follow those black heels to the face of the wearer. A petite woman with a slender frame, black hair, and black eyes. She’s wearing a smile and looks so familiar. But for the life of me, I can’t remember where I’ve met her before. My drunk ass was too tired to stress my brain.“Hello, Archer,” she says.“Do I know you?” I ask, genuinely curious.“Surely you must have seen pictures of me while growing up?” She asks, sounding surprised.“Why would I? Are you a famous person?” I retort.“No. I’m your mother.”
RubyHissing in frustration, I walk away from the empty house. I ran all the way—not minding if the world thinks of me as crazy—to Diavolo’s only to meet an empty house after hoping for comfort in his arms.I drag my feet, tired from running. And then, I come to a stop on the not-so-bustling city street, desperation surging through me. The chill in the air does little to numb the rawness of my plight. I cannot go back home; Papa would get a hold of my throat for embarrassing his mighty name and soiling Archer’s ego.And my sister, Ethel, I have no word in mind to illustrate how furious yet, hopeful she is at the moment. Encouraging everyone to wait for my return, which will not happen.I stamp my feet on the ground, unconsciously acting on my thoughts.I feel terribly uncomfortable from the steaming eyes of passers-by. I am grateful that no one approaches me instead, they continue to steal glances from afar while going about their activities.After taking a few steps forward to avoid
ArcherI walk into Ferretti Winery, and the first thing that meets my eyes is the pitiful look from the employees. They shouldn't care about these little things, but I know that I am the subject of discussion at work today. I don't care; I want to focus on work.Heading to my new office as one of the directing officers, I overhear most of the employees talking about the situation as I walk past. Some are feeling pity for me and the fact that I have to put up with "Ruby's tantrums." I chuckle a bit at that.It seems like most of them believe that Ruby is at fault, which is good for me. The last thing I want is staff who do not like me for whatever reason."Good morning, boss," my new assistant, Sonia, says. "Good morning, is the meeting for this morning still scheduled to hold?" I ask. Just because Ruby ran off does not mean that the business world is at a standstill. Business must go on, and I'm going to keep Ferretti's winery moving. "Yes, sir. I believe they are waiting for you in t