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
ArcherI rush out of the bathroom toward my ringing phone. I would have ignored it, but whoever is calling seems to be pretty persistent."Hello!" I nearly scream into the phone."Archer? I'm so sorry if I caught you at a bad time; I can call back later.""No, it's fine," I say as I recognize Ethel's voice."Are you sure?""Yeah, what's up?" I ask while adjusting the towel around my waist and sitting down on the bed."Nothing much. I just wanted to inform you, in case you didn't know yet, that the wedding will hold.""What wedding?""Yours. With Ruby," she replies exasperatedly.I feel my stomach drop. I had thought I numbed out the feelings that came with the thoughts of her. This news means she's coming back from wherever she ran to."Why are you the one telling me this?""Because I was asked to. Can you stop asking these questions and just get ready for your fiancée's return?"I laugh harshly at her words."The same fiancée that stood me up at the altar? I feel like all of you expe
RubyThe rays of the sun hit through the window pane. How I love the sight of it, especially with the children around me. It gives me hope, makes me forget that I have a life outside the orphanage, it helps me discard the memory of running away from the being married.I engage the children with games and help out with painting of papers.“Mama.” Elvin cries for help, obviously frustrated about the blocks not forming a heap.I stretch my hands to him and fix it up.“Thank you, ma.” A smile engulfs his teary and tired face.I rub his head playfully and turn to the children painting the rainbows.I raise up my head and a wave of surprise and concern hits me as Julia approaches me with a coldness in her expression. This is unlike the warm and welcoming Julia I know.“Hey, Julia.” I smile, hoping her countenance would change.She clears her throat in a disturbing way.“What is the problem?” It is unlike her to act this way.She hesitates for a while. “Your father is waiting outside.”Her w
ArcherI tried to convince myself that my steadily tapping feet were not an indication of my excitement at her return. Yes, I was angry, furious even, but also relieved.I glance at my watch again.“Why isn’t she here yet?” I mutter irritably.Her sister said she’d be here an hour ago.I stand from the couch, pacing around, then sit down at the thought of her walking in and seeing that I was not totally aloof to her absence, that her running away had bothered me more than anything had ever bothered me before. Someone like her didn’t deserve to know she had that kind of power over me.I cross and uncross my leg for the sixth time. I’d missed her. I could admit that to myself alone, but to no one else, especially not to Ruby. Another thing I’d never admit was staying home just because she was coming back.The doorbell rings, and I stand up, hurrying toward the main entrance, pausing briefly to take a deep breath before unlocking the door.“Hi.”“Hi,” I breathe out, her beauty knocking t