The Forgotten Heiress

Chapter Eleven: Pink Princess

LILY’S POV

How dare you ask me "why am I crying"? Isn’t it obvious?

You came at the worst time Aaron. I love you, I love you so much but I can’t go against my mother. She is going to kill me.

I like Xavier, I admit. I don’t love him at all, perhaps just infatuated or I just try so hard to convince myself that that is what it is.

Regardless of my feelings, I am getting married to this guy in a few days to come. When was I ever given the opportunity to make decisions for myself? Not even a decision this big, a decision this serious.

I can’t tell him that. I tried so hard to hide my tears from him. Why didn’t he just walk out and deal with my rejection? Was it really necessary to come and hug me? And not just any hug but my favourite way to be hugged, hugging me from behind?

“My princess?” he says again, turning me around so I can face him.

“Why are you crying?” he asks again still holding me. I don’t answer him as I am still trying to stop the tears. I need them gone!

“I just felt bad for rejecting you.” I say in between tears, I feel bad I had to break his heart when he legit is right. He can call off the engagement, he can end everything and I won’t be blamed at all. Heck, no one would even bat an eye at me. I know he can do it, but.

There is always a ‘but’, Oh dearest Aaron, why didn’t you propose earlier? You are too late.

“No, it is alright princess. Don’t feel bad, it is okay really. We don’t always get what we want, and some things happen too late.”

I don’t say anything. I just hug him, tightly. I am certain this very moment is the last time we’d ever experience this.

“Don’t beat yourself my princess. I am okay with your decision and I will support you on every step of the way as long as you are happy, and besides you get to do this thing called life with someone you love.”

If only you knew the truth Aaron, if only. The hurt in his voice doesn’t pass me by but there is nothing I can do about it. Just then, he lets go of me and looks around my messy room.

“What do I take for myself then? I have to leave before your mum comes here and beat us up.”

“Oh I would absolutely love to see you get beaten.” I tell him that as I walk towards a box, they have my favourite things in them. I want to give him a thing or two.

“Do you mind keeping a teddy in your room?” I ask him while bringing out my cute, small, white, fluffy cat from the box. I turn around to see him going through my annotated books that I kept in a separate box.

“If it is not pink, I can hide it in my closet.” He responds as he walks towards me with the book ‘After’ in his hands.

“You want to give me a cat?” He is laughing while analyzing the cat like it is some bizarre creature.

“Give me back my cat if that is how you intend to treat it.” I try to grab the cat from but he raises his arm up so I am unable to.

“No, no that is not it. When you said teddy I was expecting a pink princess like you.”

He looks at me and wink, his beautiful smile that always takes my breath away etched on his face.

How is he so good at hiding his emotions, his feelings? I don’t answer him, I just stare at him and he stares back but he quickly gets back to his senses.

He clears his throat before saying, “I will take the book, the cat, and what? It has to be three things.”

He was looking around the room when his eyes zero on my vanity. We are yet to touch that so everything is still arranged. I follow him to the vanity too.

“Which of the candle is your favourite?”

I point at the ceramic amber jar, a Moscow Mule Candle, “It is hard to choose but La Jolie Muse is at the top of my favourites list.”

“Great. I am it taking it then. Thank you, I am leaving.”

“Let me walk you out.”

We walk to the door, I open the door because his hands aren’t free, “Wait Lily, forget everything that happened today, but never forget that I will always be your brother and you can always run back to me.”

Then he gives me a kiss on the forehead and walks away without waiting for a response. I am shocked so I don’t even follow him downstairs. I hear him apologize to my mom for making me keep them waiting to which she said. “Oh it is no problem.”

It is no problem my foot.