Love at first crash

Chapter4

Chapter Four

He rang a bell and a maid came in, head bowed slightly. She greets them without ever looking up.

“Bring in the dresses” Andrew said.

She nods and heads out, as lightly as she came in.

She came back a few minutes later with what seemed like bags filled with clothes.

“Good, you know what to do” he said, walking towards the door. He’d be back in thirty minutes. “See you soon sweetheart”, he said with a chuckle.

Thirty minutes later, he was back. The maid stepped out lightly. Ava was sitting on the bed. Her hands on her lap. She was uncomfortable but she wouldn’t show it.

The evening dress made of satin fitted her body perfectly. The color palette was inspired by the hues of a sunset sky with soft pastels of peach.

Her hair is styled in elegant cascading curls, adorned with a jeweled hairpiece and a delicate floral accessory that echoes the beauty of the season. Her makeup is soft and luminous, with dewy skin, flushed cheeks, and a subtle smoky eye or a pop of color on the lips, enhancing her natural beauty without overpowering her appearance.

Andrew’s eyes barely left her.

“I don’t agree with this” she said, her gaze meeting his, fiercely, angrily.

“Too late, you should have asked for the terms and conditions.”

Ava scoffed in disbelief. This man had some nerve.

“I also have terms and conditions” she said.

Andrew smirked. Ava hated that. Who knew what went on in that stupid head of his? He was also dressed. This time casually. He wore gray khakis and a cotton top. She hated to admit it, but this man was handsome. Everything he wore seemed to compliment him a lot and brought out his masculine energy. But he had no brains. Ava didn’t care though. She had her goals clearly in sight. Get this month over with, get her money and never see this guy again.

He sat down beside her, leaving some space in between them. Finally, Ava thought. He took out a neatly folded piece of paper from the breast pocket of his shirt. The ink on it was smudged. He probably just wrote it. He handed it to Ava. Her eyes skimmed through quickly.

“I also have something to add” she said.

Andrew handed her a ball pen. She scribbled down a few lines. He laughed at the last line. “Good luck with that sweetheart.”

He stood in front of her, extending his hand for her to take it.

Ava stood, adjusting her dress. “Let’s go” she said, heading towards the door.

As she sank into the plush leather seats of the luxury car, Ava’s senses were immediately awakened by the opulence surrounding them. The smooth purr of the engine hums in the background, a melodic symphony of power and precision. Through the tinted windows, the soft hues of the spring evening cast a gentle glow, painting the world outside in pastel shades of lavender and peach.

As the car glides effortlessly along the road, Ava’s gaze is drawn to the intricate details adorning the interior – polished wood accents, brushed metal finishes, and ambient lighting that dances delicately across the surfaces. Each element exudes elegance and sophistication, creating an atmosphere of refined luxury.

Ava compared this to her rusty old bike and the old van that sat in the background that would often cough throughout the whole trip, no matter how short it was.

He made the final turn and pulled into the narrow path. He parks the car in front of the house.

This would bring attention. Ava knew that. This wasn’t something that happened every day in this neighborhood. Andrew insisted on coming inside.

“You have no business with them” Ava said, stepping out of the car. “I don’t want them involved in this.”

Andrew came and stood beside her, breathing in the evening spring air. Everything about him exuded elegance. The way he spoke, his charisma. Ava only saw such men in movies. The only difference was Andrew was a rude s**t head. All through the journey home, she kept asking herself if she had made the right decision. She just hoped this wouldn’t get too crazy. Even if it did, she would endure it. She told herself. She would remind herself of the end result.

“You don’t have to worry about that” he said, smiling.

Ava opened the door quietly. It was a few minutes past seven now. She didn’t know what her grandparents would say. She took a deep breath. It would be fine.

Andrew came in and stood beside her.

The living room was a haven of comfort, adorned with plush sofas and overstuffed armchairs arranged around a crackling fireplace. A handmade quilt, lovingly stitched with intricate patterns, drapes over the back of the sofa, ready to provide warmth on chilly spring evenings. On the coffee table, a vase bursts with vibrant tulips and daffodils, adding a pop of color to the room’s serene palette.

In the kitchen, the heart of the home, the aroma of baking permeates the air, a tantalizing promise of the delights to come. The countertops are adorned with bowls of fresh fruit and jars of homemade preserves, while the shelves are lined with cookbooks and canisters filled with flour and sugar. A vintage teapot whistles cheerfully on the stove, signaling that a pot of fragrant herbal tea is ready to be enjoyed.

Ava was shocked. No, shock was an understatement. They should be worried about her. They should have been losing it. She should have been back hours ago, so why was grandma baking cookies and scones and grandpa reading his newspaper rocking back and forth in his chair like everything was normal?

She glanced at Andrew. He had a smug smile on his face. Ava groaned in annoyance as realization came over her. She should have known. Andrew must have told them something. She wondered what lie he must have told them to make them so relaxed.

Grandpa glanced up from his newspaper. He adjusted his reading glasses. His hair was gray and thinning at the temples.

“Come in, come in” he said with a smile. The wrinkles on his forehead became more pronounced when he did that.

They both walked in and sat down on one of the sofas, facing grandpa.

Ava was about to say something, but then grandma walked in. Beads of sweat formed on her head, probably due to

“You’re done with the rehearsal already?” Grandma said, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead with a Napkin and sitting beside them.

“Rehearsal?” Ava said almost in a whisper and looking at Andrew with a death stare.