Unrequited Love

Chapter Three

The invitation to the gala sits on my desk amidst other scattered documents. Naturally, I love interacting with people but of recent I have not been myself. I am not in the mood to tolerate even a fly, more or less humans. But since I have no representative and no option with no plan B. I pull myself from the bed, pack my clothes and arrange myself. The first thing on my list is changing the delivery address of my gown. I had it sown by Michael Kendor himself. The MK (Michael Kendor) logo was to be at the back of the dress, designed with the cross cross. Because of my petite size, I decided to go for a straight gown with a split and spaghetti hands, it was a one handed dress and the hand was slightly bent to reveal some cleavage, though I was not comfortable with the dress revealing all that, MK insisted and so we went ahead with it.

The dress was really beautiful and it was one of the things I was hoping for today. I quickly dial MK's number and inform him about the change of plan. Despite the change of plan, he delivers at exactly 9am, the time we agreed on. Now, that my dress is here, I order for ramen. I call my makeup artist and luckily for me, she is three minutes away from my hotel. I decide to style my hair myself, after many attempts, she finally arrives. Two hours later, the makeup is done and I can wear my long awaited dress. The jewels remind me of how special I am and the reason for this gala, exhaling I remind myself "I must win".

The red carpet is in the next one hour, so we just sit there idly, doing nothing. After hours of silence, the time finally comes, because of the paparazzis I can not drive myself and I have to wait for my driver. The venue of the gala is not so far from the hotel I lodged in, so the timing does not bother us one bit. We were so lucky to meet an empty parking space for the ref carpet. The windows of my car are still up but I can hear the shutters of the cameras already clicking. I brace myself ready to be fake and all that, my chaffeur opens the door and the shutters become even louder. Placing my hands on his hands, I step out of the black 2.6 limousine, one leg at a time, my heels highlighting the event of the day, I plaster a fake smile and sashay my way to the hall. The paparazzis are not just at the entrance of the red carpet, they trail me all the way down to the main hall.

The bodyguards stationed at the doors are so bulky, I can't stop myself from thinking how it will feel if I run my hands down their chest. Not willing to disgrace myself this early, I offer my invitation card politely, topping my politeness with a gentle smile. One of them, the burly bald headed one just in nods their head and they open the pathway for me. All other CEOs are already here and I can't help but try to find Asher, he is nowhere to be found. Of course, he will be arrogant and unpunctual. He does not need anyone's attention nor connection. I do not know why but something in me makes me feel disappointed in his absence.

I stand for a while greeting everyone with a smile when I decide to have some cocktail. The door to the bars are wide open and I decide to help myself knowing fully well eyes are on me. I order for my cocktail and money back to my allocated space when someone dumps a cold liquid on me. I recognize them from the club I attended in secondary school, Dance Club, they were my long time rivals, Janet and Cecilia. Secondary school was not one of my fondest places, asides me being a scholar, that is. I had problems with practically everything asides from my academics. I never really blended well into the crowd. I was not the typical cheerleader girl, I was more of the daddy-say-you-do girl, the miss goody two shoes. I was that girl that would help each and everybody if need be. But Cecilia was a lion, the demoness that could never be conquered. The party animal that would blend in anywhere humans were found and she did not struggle to get her records. I scoff remembering how I found my man eating the thing in between her legs. Now I understand why she was the slay queen. I look at her with scorn and contempt and she looks back at me with envy, what she envies about me though, I still do not know. I mean, she has all the connection I work thrice as hard to get and all she has to do is simply open her legs and her request comes to pass, meanwhile I have to toil and toil and labor more than a maid in my own parents house before I see tangible results. If there is anyone to be envied, it should be me envying her and not the other way round. She darts her eyes across the room and I can only wonder what is going on in her head. Two waitresses pass me suspiciously and I immediately become cautious.

"Scared little cat?" "Why?"

"Your bodyguards can't protect you now, can they?"

"Cecilia, why are you doing this?" "What did I ever do to you to deserve this treatment?"

"Oh look, she's still miss goody two shoes, step into wealth you know nothing about, inherit properties you care not for, and you have the audacity to ask your offense?"

"Well my dear, you are a disgusting slimey creature that does not know its place and it's superiors. That is your offense."

Before I can open my mouth to spill out words, red liquid is flowing from my hair down to my dress.