Forced to love

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Cynthia walks closer to Alfred accompanied by a fair and average man, he looked pretty poor and hopeless too.

His dress and looks were of the standard of everyone in the room.

"Hi babe," she greeted hugging him.

"And who is this guy?"

"His name is Mendell," Cynthia responded.

"This guy is pretty poor, helpless, and I think he is hungry too," Alfred said looking at his weird behaviour.

"Yea, he is, he really needs a lot of cash in one night so I hired him."

"For what?" Alfred asked.

"What else! Our plan Alfred, I have informed him a lot about Grace already and what he has to say to the crowd especially, the journalists. Where is she by the way?" Cynthia asked.

"She is upstairs; she doesn't want to come down," Alfred said.

"Why? I thought she was preparing the whole day," Cynthia said.

"We had a little discussion and since then, she has been behaving this way," he said.

"Why would you get angry with her, I told you no matter what, don't get angry at her for today. You need to find a way to bring her down. I have led my plans for too long. It will be shameful if plans are defeated," she said angrily as Alfred moves closer to give her a hug but she pushes him away.

"Really? Are you seeing the cameras? They are looking for stories to publish, don't give them any sooner,"

"What do I care, sooner, everyone would know about us," he said looking at Cynthia as they both laughed.

"You should wear this; you can hear me from whichever distance," Cynthia said handing him a Bluetooth device. Alfred gets it fixing it on his ear, still imagining what Cynthia had cooked for Grace.

"What are your plans?" He asked but rather than a reply, she kept mute looking behind Alfred.

Alfred turns to see who it was she started at.

"Alfred Jerome,"

"Mr. and Mrs. Parry Manful," they greeted themselves hugging.

"How are you, my love?" Roselyn asked giving Alfred a hug pretending not to see Cynthia.

"You both look cute," Alfred said spinning Roselyn.

"Hey, dude, not my wife, spin yours," parry muttered promoting every one of them to laugh.

"Mrs. Manful," Cynthia called.

"Hey, Cynthia, I didn't see you there," Roselyn said.

"Really?" Cynthia asked in disbelief.

Rosalyn ignored her turning to Alfred.

"Where is Grace,"

"She is upstairs, she has refused to come down," Alfred responded.

"Today is the celebration of a Jerome. It is only a member of the family I notice," Roselyn said to Cynthia walking upstairs, leaving her husband, Alfred, and Cynthia, to discuss.

Alfred knew for sure Cynthia wasn't happy with that response, but couldn't help her at the moment. Cynthia in return, walked away accompanied by Mendell. Leaving the both of them to talk.

Those lines that proceeded out of Roselyn's mouth provoked her a lot, but she couldn't say anything there.

"She is right, am not a Jerome I mean, for now, but when I become, I'll teach her a lesson," she muttered to herself.

"Grace," she muttered opening the door. "Mrs. Travis," she screamed immediately in admiration of her dress. "You look, beautiful ma'am," she said turning to Grace. She sat on the bed looking pale and her eyelids swollen.

Mrs. Travis took her leave, giving them space to discuss. "What is wrong Grace, tell me immediately," she said.

"It's Alfred, I think he is up to something and whatever it is, it wouldn't be good," she said breaking into tears. If there was one thing Roselyn hated is to anyone close to her cry.

"It's okay dear, we are going to figure that out, just dress up let us go down," Roselyn said.

"I don't know what to wear. I do not want to be humiliated," she replied.

"I'll help you with that, just go and dress freshen up," Roselyn said.

Grace came out of the bathroom and found Roselyn standing close to her wardrobe with her mouth opened in surprise.

"You have all these nice dresses, and you still don't know what to wear? Outrageous," She said.

"My father-in-law bought them for me, I don't think I'll look in them," she said.

Roselyn pulled out one of her dresses. "Let's try this; it will really fit your skin," she said handing the gown to Grace.

"Excuse me man, I need to talk to Cynthia," Alfred said to Parry, taking a step.

"Are you still going on with that plan?" Parry asked.

"Is there any problem with that?" Alfred responded.

"No man," he said noticing Alfred's mode swing. "I just think today isn't the best day for this. It mom's birthday, it would to make her feel embarrassed. They are cameras everywhere, do you want to call the attention of everyone?" Parry asked.

"I have been feeling embarrassed for years, I can't miss this changes of getting her away from here, if you don't like the idea, it is not too bad if you are polygamous, marry Grace too, I'll sponsored your expenses," Alfred said angrily walking out on Parry.

"How is Grace?"

"She is fine, and he?".

"He still once Grace out of the mansion,"

"What? Where is he?"

"He is with Cynthia, they are discussing right or I can spot them close to the laundry room.

"Try going closer to them, and listen," Roselyn said ending the call.

"Who was that?" Grace asked.

"My husband, we had a business to attend," Roselyn said waving aware and helping Grace zip her gown.

"You look good, my words are not enough to explain the goddess you look like," Roselyn said starting at Grace in admiration.

Parry moved slowly and steadily, being careful not to draw attention to himself. At reaching the laundry, he was still unable to hear their discussion. "What should I do?" Parry muttered to himself, looking around him as he found a hat hanged by the door handle of the laundry.

He moves a bit closer wearing the hat on his head.