Experience of true love

Chapter One Jenny's POV Jenny heard her name being yelled from downstairs by her aunt. She knew immediately that it was her aunt, who was back from the hospital. So she quickly ran down the stairs. "Good morning, ma'am," she greeted, with her head bowed down. Her aunt Rachel had instructed her never to make eye contact, ever since she arrived at the house years ago. "So, you dare sleep while you were supposed to prepare breakfast? It seems you're getting too comfortable with me for you to still be sleeping at this time." "I'm sorry, ma'am," I said, hurriedly entering the kitchen to make breakfast. I made her morning breakfast, which was always a sandwich and coffee. I set the dining table and took a broom to start sweeping the house. Aunty Rachel came down after her bath and sat down, and began to eat the sandwich. "Jenny," she called after she was done eating. "Yes, ma'am," I obediently replied. "You're going somewhere this evening. Don't ask where; I just want to give you a piece of advice: What ever you are ask to do, just do it. A box is on my bed. By 5 pm, make sure you dress with everything in the box. You know how precious time is to me." She stood up and took a few steps, and then the sound of her heels stopped. I slightly raised my eyes as I saw her slowly turning towards me. I dropped my head down immediately. Suddenly, I felt cash dropping down on my body. Did she just... I couldn't even curse at her in my mind. Besides, I'm just a freeloader; whatever she does isn't going to affect me one bit. "Use this money to do something about this disgusting hair. Cut it short or make it attractive," she said and walked out of the door. Slowly, step by step, the sound of her heels disappeared, and the sound of a car was heard leaving the house. When I was sure she had gone, I bent down to pick up the money from the floor. Took the broom and continue sweeping, I needed to be fast, because Aunty Rachel loves someone who keeps to time. My name is Jenny Thomas. I'm 20 years old. I was raised by my aunty; my parents weren't dead or anything—they got separated, and Aunty Rachel took me in at the age of 10. I barely remember what my parents look like. Aunty Rachel may seems rude and wicked to some, but I don't see her that way. I feel she was teaching me how to be strong. In my eyes, my parents are the ones who wronged me. Every day, I wake up in aunt Rachel's house I pray to God, cause I'm grateful for her taking me in. I'm not being self deprecating, it's simply the truth. Aunty Rachel works as a doctor at a teaching hospital; she rarely home and isn't married either. I didn't go to elementary or college school, but I'm never blaming Aunty Rachel for it. The only time I left the house was when I was going to the market to buy groceries for cooking. The clothes I wear—I don't know where Aunty Rachel brought them from—but they look like rags. Still, I'm grateful to her. At least I'm not walking about naked. That's enough introduction about myself. I ate breakfast and went to the hair salon. It was not a popular one and had this old, crappy look. The paint was old and dirty, with a wooden door that looked like it was about to fall off. My hair was very long; I couldn't remember the last time I came to a hair salon. I know you might be wondering what type of life I had but now isn't the right time for that. An elderly, fat woman came out from another door inside the salon. "Sit in the chair," she said to me, which I did almost immediately. She took a black apron and wrapped it around me. "So, young miss, what kind of hairstyle do you have in mind?" she asked. The words seemed strange to me. "Just do anything that will look good on me," I said politely. "Okay, should I cut your hair to shoulder length?" she asked. "Hmm... no, just cut it to waist length. Or which is going to fit more. "I think cutting it to your shoulder length will give you a completely different look," she said. "Okay, then I agree with her." "Would you like to dye it?" she asked. "No, I don't want to," I replied. "Alright then," she said and took out scissors to begin. ................... I was done dressing my hair, and I couldn't believe I was the one in the mirror. I was unrecognizable. I paid and left the salon straight home. I checked the time, and it was just 2 pm. There was still time to prepare. I entered the compound and played and talked with the cats and dogs... I wondered what was happening today that made Aunty ask for all these things from me. It was 4 pm, and I decided to go into her room to check what was in the box. I'm never curious about things; I just wait for the time I was told and check out whatever I was told to do. I opened the box and saw a beautiful black gown. This was the first time seeing something like this. I wondered what the occasion was about. The dress was unlike anything I'd ever worn, it was revealing and explosive. Most sensitive part of my skin was exposed. I recall her warning and just left the clothes on top of my body, put on the black heels, and the jewelry I saw in the box. I took a seat in the sitting room, waiting for 5 pm to see what would happen. Suddenly, I heard car horns. It wasn't my aunty's car horn. We don't usually have visitors, so I was very surprised. This was strange. They kept honking, and I didn't move an inch. Suddenly, my phone rang beside me. Fear gripped me. Was it my aunt, and I refused to open the door? I thought. I picked up the call, putting it on speakerphone and removing it from my ear to avoid her scream entering mine. "Go outside." Just those two words came out of her lips as she hung up. I quickly opened the door and met two men who looked like guards because of how they were dressed and how well-built their bodies were. "Follow me," one told me. I followed them outside, and the number of cars I saw behind was just so many. What the hell was going on here? No one was there to answer. It was just me and my thoughts against the world. I got inside the vehicle, and we drove for what seemed like hours. The car stopped, and the door was opened for me to get down. I came down, and a big luxury mansion was before me. Where was I? Who owned this place? Questions, but no one to answer them. The guards told me to enter the building and follow the passageway, which I did. I walked into a dark passage with candlelight as the torch. Many things wandered through my mind, but there were no answers. I'm not the curious type to want to know, and I'm not an overthinker, so I just kept walking. I got to a dead end and stood before a black door. "Come in," I heard a deep, thick, manly voice. How did he know I was here? I slowly opened the door to the room, and the same candlelight was lit everywhere. I saw a masculine, broad-shouldered person about 6 feet tall walking towards me. He had this intimidating aura that his presence brought. The candlelight wasn't bright enough to see his face. But with his physique, you could tell he was a handsome young man. Suddenly, he got so close to me that I didn't know when he grabbed me by my waist and pushed me to the wall. "What do you want to do?" I asked, fear in my voice and body. At this point, I became curious. Why didn't I ask before coming here? "So you don't know?" he asked bluntly. "I don't know why I'm here. I'm just following the instructions from my aunty." "Oh... really?" I could feel he smirked at probably what I said. "So, instead of all this, I would like an explanation," I said with the little courage left in me. I can't just be intimidated by him. "I'm not going to repeat myself, so make sure you listen very well." He released his grip on me and walked into the dim part of the room. "Your so-called aunty Rachel has signed a contract saying I should get married to you," he said with an unemotional voice. "Wh... what... marry???" Those were the only words that could come out of my mouth.