I haven't seen Jake in a while. Not because things are bad with us but because he is a very busy person. Being a CEO of a now multimillion rand company will do that to you.
So even though we're friends, I never expect him to show up and be there for me for things. So my shock is justified not only that he's here at my grandma's ball, but that he's the person responsible for the amazing gown I have on this evening.
"This was you?" I ask him rhetorically in disbelief.
I don't even want to begin to think about how he managed to sneak it into my house with the level of security there but I'm not mad either.
"Yes mam." He says with a smirk that I try really hard not to slap off his face. I know he's only doing it to get
I don't like being left alone in people's houses. For multiple reasons but also because sometimes people just show up. This is obviously not at all likely to happen but that's currently what's happening to me.Jake and I were working on some reports until he randomly decided he needed to go get a quickie, so he went to go visit Emily or whoever it is who's his victim now.I'm mad because that seriously could've waited. I'm stopping the things that I need to do so I can help him out and this is how he thanks me? Ok maybe I don't have things I need to do since I have all the time in the world now, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm now face to face with the man who used to make my life a living hell."Can I get you something to drink?"He's just staring at me and
I hang up the upcoming call on my phone for the umpteenth time this morning before I decide to just switch it off.Today's got to be perfect. I can't afford distractions. I ignore the weird feeling laced with that word.After taking a few breaths, I finally step out of my car and make my way into the giant building I've googled too many times. It looks even better in person."Hi how are you doing?"I don't like asking people this question because it's always pretentious, on both sides. When someone asks how you're doing they don't really care to know how you're really doing, and when people answer that question, they always feel the need to give just one answer, the expected answer.Today I ask because I'm need
"So he called the company and they ended up taking me. I'm starting on... Hey are you listening to me?""Nugget. You've been talking about this for a million years. I know the whole story by heart now. You still won't answer his calls yada yada yada." He says annoyingly."But what did he think would happen after all that he said to me? That I'm just going to forgive him? Just like that?" I say and I hear him grunt through the phone."Tristan what's the point of our friendship if I can't tell you my frustrations?"I genuinely want to know."I'm sorry nugget. But you should at least say thank you. You did get the job because of him." He says confusing my made up
"R200 000 for a bag?!"Does it carry itself around?"Yup. And that's the cheapest we've got."Even the lady who works here thinks that's ridiculous, you can see it in her eyes."Mam, Birkin bags are incredibly unique." The manager explains to me. Clearly that's something she tells people on a daily.They wouldn't even let me in the shop until I told them who my grandmother was. Apparently only certain people can have the luxury of being sold this incredibly expensive piece of garbage. I am shocked that this is the world we live in.I don't care how rich I am, I'm not getting myself a bag that's anything over a R1000. But this is not for me so,
"You're a difficult person to talk to." It literally feels like I'm talking to a wall."Mia you talk too much." He says not even bothering to look up from his laptop.I don't know what to do."It can't be true though right?"He did say Meghan accused him of being in love with me, we laughed about that. Right? There's no way it's true."I mean I guess he's been acting weird lately, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's in love with me now, does it?" I continue to speak alone as my dear friend continues to ignore me.I haven't been able to sleep since my session with Meg earlier today. It's now past midnigh
"Who else is coming?""Maybe a few other people. I don't remember.""Grandma!""Mia, my memory isn't what it used to be."I absolutely hate birthday parties. I hate it even more when it's mine. I always preferred spending the day with Tristan just watching movies and doing absolutely nothing special. Mom and dad knew that and they'd respected it, Aunty Maggie did too.But my stubborn grandma just won't let up.She claims it's because she's never celebrated the day with me. My one birthday wish when I was growing up was always to not see my grandparents. Of course it was granted. It was the one day I wouldn
From the moment he stopped the lift for me, my heart chose him without my knowledge.He's probably the most annoying, most selfish person I've ever met. But of all my days of loving - Lord knows I've loved, it's never felt this way before. Not with Tristan, not with Luke. Not with anyone.I've read stories and watched movies about how perfect that moment you meethimis supposed to be. I've always imagined how magical the moment would be for me too, because well, that's the picture that's always been painted. How you'll know when he's the one by how perfect the moment will be.My first experience withhimwas the complete opposite of that. On the first day I met him, he spilled a very hot, hot chocolate on my chest. He also got me in
I was never much into planning out my wedding when I was growing up. All I knew was that I wanted to get married, and that was about it. I never planned out the kind of wedding dress I'd be wearing, or what kind of wedding I'd want. I also never imagined the kind of proposal I'd want. But never in a million years would I have thought I'd want to marry someone who'd proposed to me the way that Jake did.It was... un-special.Of course I'd thought he was joking so I'd laughed. He'd laughed with me too.We'd then sat in a comfortable silence for a while before,"Seriously though. Will you marry me Mia?" His eyes held a softness in them I'd never seen before on him. It was like he was looking right into my soul. So with
"Have you spoken to him?""He doesn't really give me much of a choice." I say coincidentally locking my phone when I see him calling again."And he's still my fiancé." I don't have a choice but to answer his calls."Is it still the thing with his father?""No. Fuck his father. It's just that..."He doesn't want kids."It's nothing."I'm ashamed to tell her. It's embarrassing.The topic about kids is one you have before you even start dating, not after you've gotten engaged. But Jake and I'
I was never much into planning out my wedding when I was growing up. All I knew was that I wanted to get married, and that was about it. I never planned out the kind of wedding dress I'd be wearing, or what kind of wedding I'd want. I also never imagined the kind of proposal I'd want. But never in a million years would I have thought I'd want to marry someone who'd proposed to me the way that Jake did.It was... un-special.Of course I'd thought he was joking so I'd laughed. He'd laughed with me too.We'd then sat in a comfortable silence for a while before,"Seriously though. Will you marry me Mia?" His eyes held a softness in them I'd never seen before on him. It was like he was looking right into my soul. So with
From the moment he stopped the lift for me, my heart chose him without my knowledge.He's probably the most annoying, most selfish person I've ever met. But of all my days of loving - Lord knows I've loved, it's never felt this way before. Not with Tristan, not with Luke. Not with anyone.I've read stories and watched movies about how perfect that moment you meethimis supposed to be. I've always imagined how magical the moment would be for me too, because well, that's the picture that's always been painted. How you'll know when he's the one by how perfect the moment will be.My first experience withhimwas the complete opposite of that. On the first day I met him, he spilled a very hot, hot chocolate on my chest. He also got me in
"Who else is coming?""Maybe a few other people. I don't remember.""Grandma!""Mia, my memory isn't what it used to be."I absolutely hate birthday parties. I hate it even more when it's mine. I always preferred spending the day with Tristan just watching movies and doing absolutely nothing special. Mom and dad knew that and they'd respected it, Aunty Maggie did too.But my stubborn grandma just won't let up.She claims it's because she's never celebrated the day with me. My one birthday wish when I was growing up was always to not see my grandparents. Of course it was granted. It was the one day I wouldn
"You're a difficult person to talk to." It literally feels like I'm talking to a wall."Mia you talk too much." He says not even bothering to look up from his laptop.I don't know what to do."It can't be true though right?"He did say Meghan accused him of being in love with me, we laughed about that. Right? There's no way it's true."I mean I guess he's been acting weird lately, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's in love with me now, does it?" I continue to speak alone as my dear friend continues to ignore me.I haven't been able to sleep since my session with Meg earlier today. It's now past midnigh
"R200 000 for a bag?!"Does it carry itself around?"Yup. And that's the cheapest we've got."Even the lady who works here thinks that's ridiculous, you can see it in her eyes."Mam, Birkin bags are incredibly unique." The manager explains to me. Clearly that's something she tells people on a daily.They wouldn't even let me in the shop until I told them who my grandmother was. Apparently only certain people can have the luxury of being sold this incredibly expensive piece of garbage. I am shocked that this is the world we live in.I don't care how rich I am, I'm not getting myself a bag that's anything over a R1000. But this is not for me so,
"So he called the company and they ended up taking me. I'm starting on... Hey are you listening to me?""Nugget. You've been talking about this for a million years. I know the whole story by heart now. You still won't answer his calls yada yada yada." He says annoyingly."But what did he think would happen after all that he said to me? That I'm just going to forgive him? Just like that?" I say and I hear him grunt through the phone."Tristan what's the point of our friendship if I can't tell you my frustrations?"I genuinely want to know."I'm sorry nugget. But you should at least say thank you. You did get the job because of him." He says confusing my made up
I hang up the upcoming call on my phone for the umpteenth time this morning before I decide to just switch it off.Today's got to be perfect. I can't afford distractions. I ignore the weird feeling laced with that word.After taking a few breaths, I finally step out of my car and make my way into the giant building I've googled too many times. It looks even better in person."Hi how are you doing?"I don't like asking people this question because it's always pretentious, on both sides. When someone asks how you're doing they don't really care to know how you're really doing, and when people answer that question, they always feel the need to give just one answer, the expected answer.Today I ask because I'm need
I don't like being left alone in people's houses. For multiple reasons but also because sometimes people just show up. This is obviously not at all likely to happen but that's currently what's happening to me.Jake and I were working on some reports until he randomly decided he needed to go get a quickie, so he went to go visit Emily or whoever it is who's his victim now.I'm mad because that seriously could've waited. I'm stopping the things that I need to do so I can help him out and this is how he thanks me? Ok maybe I don't have things I need to do since I have all the time in the world now, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm now face to face with the man who used to make my life a living hell."Can I get you something to drink?"He's just staring at me and