Chapter three
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CHAPTER THREE
"Perfect this is nice," Mr Smith says
"I love this" he repeats
Finally, he chose something. I didn't like the dress but so far he chose, I'm good to go just so I get out of here.
"Please pack it up and deliver it to the house," he says to Miss Grace.
"Yes sir" she replies
"Now let's get over with the cake and bouquet," he says
"I have a place to be," he says looking at his watch.
I thought we were done with everything, while the rush was not like I was going to run away, talking to my mind.
"Please can we choose the cake and bouquet together, I want to get out of here so fast, I said
" Okay ma" there won't be a problem with that so far that's what you want, she replied
Changed to my casual dress, and went to the sitting lounge to wait for her to bring the designs of the cake and bouquet. Sitting beside Smith was something else as I focused on one direction, didn't want to look his way or talk to him.
"Hope you love your dress," he asked
"Jane, I'm talking to you," he says.
"Well it's obvious that you chose the dress you wanted me to wear," I replied.
"So why do you bother to ask "
"Cause… ..
Grace walks in
"Miss Jane please take a look at the cakes and wedding flowers we have there are vanilla, chocolate, red velvet, lemon, confetti, almond, and carrot cakes and
Roses, Tulips, Sunflowers, Daisies,
Peonies, Lilies, Orchids, Carnations.
"Which of the cakes and flowers do you love? she asked
"I would like to have vanilla and chocolate cake and roses and lilies for the flower bouquet", I said.
Smith didn't bother interfering, he allowed me to make choices of my own, as if he read my mind that I was prepared to speak if he had declined any of my choices.
"Okay ma, we will deliver it to your house", she said.
"Please you didn't choose the color of the day", she asked.
"You can use any color you like. I don't have a choice," I replied.
"Hmm okay" she replied and walked away.
"The driver will come pick you up" Smith says.
"I need to get to the office to check on some meetings", he said.
"Why are you rushing the wedding?" I asked.
"Cause I don't want you to change your mind and decline all of a sudden, which I know you won't" he replied.
"What makes you think I won't?" I asked.
"Jane, you love your dad so much" he replied, looking straight into my eyes
"I know you would be a perfect bride to bear my kids for me", he said, with a mischievous side smile on his face, and walked away.
I sat down and waited for the driver to come, and soon he arrived. I was thinking that it would be my dad but oh and behold it was a different face I saw. I wonder how he managed to employ a new driver so fast.
What am I thinking, nothing is hard for him to do, a lot of people are out there waiting for an opportunity to grab the appointment.
We got to the house and entered the living room. To my utmost surprise, the wedding dress had been delivered.
"I must say she is good at her service" I murmured in my mind.
Looking at those dresses that day made me remember Dave, I shouldn't have been wearing that dress that day standing beside Smith. It should have been Dave.
I wonder why he hasn't asked about me or bothered calling me at all these while.
Did he hear about what happened or what?, that is very much unlike Dave not calling me for a while one month not bothering you to hear from Me.
I felt like a trapped cheese in the mouse trapper, obeying everything that Smith wanted was something I wasn't ready for like yes he may be every woman's dream but certainly not mine.
Jane, wishing that her lover would just walk in and demand her, imagined the smile on her face if it happened, but she was bothered that her boyfriend had not asked her at all.
I always lock myself In my room. I don't want to see anybody or talk to anyone. I just want to be alone and think about myself and my father who I have not seen for days nor talked to.
Suddenly a knock came on the door, I walked to open the door to know who it was.
"Yes, Mrs Catty what is it?" I asked
In a furious time like someone whose lollipop was being collected from her.
"Ma, dinner is served," she said.
"Okay, I'm not hungry" I replied.
"Na, Mr. Smith said it a must, you must come down to eat dinner with him," she said.
"What?" I looked at her surprisedly.
"He is back, so early?" I said.
"Okay, I will be down in the next 30 minutes" I sluggishly replied.
I didn't want to go down, but I had no choice but to. I feel this anger and irritation in me. Despite him being my husband, I have to deal with that for the rest of my life.
I wondered how forced marriages are, at least one always loves the other person. I put on my dress and walked downstairs as I got closer he hadn't touched his food, and I wondered if he was waiting for me or what.
"You are late, I have been waiting for you, do you know that?" He asked.
"I do, but I didn't feel like eating," I replied.
"I'm here 'cause you requested I should be," I said.
Raised his eyes to get a perfect look at my face.
He didn't say a word but instead called Mrs. Catty to dish the food for us.
We ate the food with awkward silence, I just needed to eat and leave immediately, when Smith broke the silence with the news.
"The wedding is set to happen tomorrow," he said.
I raised my head looking at him in surprise as he continued eating, without looking up or even bothered about what he said.
"Next what?" I asked.
"That's so fast," I said.
"You must look your best on that day," he said, not replying to my previous question.
"The wedding is going to be the talk of the town," he said.
At that point I just wished I didn't exist, I didn't deserve this kind of cool maltreatment, I know I made that decision to save my father, but I thought that this man sitting right in front of me with at least pardon let go of me after spending some days.
Now I am more bothered about Dave, my boyfriend. I wonder how he will feel hearing that I'm getting married to another man. My heart shattered to pieces at that thought.
Smith just got up and left
me to wonder in my thoughts and retired to his room. I got to my room after coming back to my senses that I couldn't sleep that night.
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