Yours Sincerely

CHAPTER 48: MISS THATCHER...

SAPPHIRE’S POV:

‘Hey, do you mind if I come to get you late? I think this stuff will take more than I thought it would.’ I clicked the send button and the message was delivered. I nodded as I saw the reply but chuckled lightly as I realised he can't see me.

‘It is okay, Angel. Take all the time you want. Just take me with you before you go to Pablo.’ I quickly typed the reply as ‘sure’ before putting my phone back into my clutch.

I saw as we passed through the busy streets of New York. Life in this city is too busy to live and yet the people would love to settle down in this place if they get a decent satisfaction.

I looked at the driver seat from the back and as usual, Mr Smith drove the car with a neutral face. After the day I told him I was the boss here, he never once tried to get me to talk to him like an at least decent friend. And now I literally, forget sometimes that his first name is Lucas.

It is not that he has been rude to me or something like that but the light I once saw in him is long gone and all that is left is a cold hollow.

I'm not saying that I don't trust him or anything bug even after almost 10 years of being together, by him being looking after me since he was in the sophomore year and I was 8, it is just that I still don't trust him with whole my heart.

In a piece, I don't trust him like Adam trusts Tony or I trust Tony. It is not that I don't want to trust him. It is just that I couldn't do so. I shook off all the thoughts as we stopped at the wedding planner’s office.

“Mr Smith, I'll carry on alone from here. You can take the car if you want. Just make sure I have another ready to leave for Mr Black’s office.” I ordered as he opened the car door for me.

“I’ll make it certain, Ms Steel. Your car will be here in the next 30 minutes.” I nodded before moving into the building as the valet opened the door for me.

As soon as I entered, a sophisticated looking lady stood at the receptionist desk with a genuinely warm smile on her face.

“Good afternoon Ms Steel, welcome to the Thatcher event and Wedding Planners. I'm Barbara Walters, Miss Thatcher is waiting for you at her office. Please, follow me. This way ma'am.” The girl leads the way as we passed various themes of wedding and events. It looked more like I just walked into a window shopping market of wedding planning.

But everything looked great. From the very nominal to the very best end of all the stalls looked as elegant as they may.

We walked into an the office that looked nothing like one. There were masterpieces of the wedding decorations. 

The blonde-haired beauty ran from one end to another of the room to make sure that everything was at its best.

Barbara beside me, cleared her throat gaining the attention of the woman who looked like she was about to puke.

And as soon as she saw the tablecloth out of order, just a little...

And she did it...

She puked her guts out in the trash can that was just beside her leg. And here goes nothing...