Chapter Seven: In a Suit?
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AARON’S POV
I am getting ready to go see my Lily. I am getting ready to go make her mine.
I am going to be lying if I say I am not anxious, but anyways, I am currently buttoning my shirt. This is my third outfit change.
I wore a suit at first, Lily loves seeing me in a suit because, she said and I quote, ‘It makes you look strikingly handsome.’ So I was just going to pretend that I stopped by at her place from work.
On a second thought, who proposes in a suit? I am not okay with her telling our future kids that I proposed to her in a suit.
I changed to a black long-sleeved t-shirt and black pants, but all black? A long sleeved shirt?
Now I am wearing a beige shirt and black pants. It is the shirt she once gave me as a ‘just because gift.’
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“Lily is in her room. She has been packing her things since in the morning.” That is Brie, her step sister.
I just entered their home and met her coming down the stairs, before I ask her where Lily is or even tell her what it is that brought me to their home, she told me that.
Great, “Thank you, I will go see her then.” I answer her then hit the stairs.
I knock twice before opening the door. I take my time to study the room because it looks like an absolute mess, a state I have never seen it in.
Seems like Lily noticed me taking in the current state of her room and just like me, one of her pet peeve is also unorganized or scattered places.
“Please ignore the mess. We have been working since morning. Come in.”
She then turns around to tell her maid, “I will call you when I need your help again. Thank you.”
The maid just smiles shyly and walks out of the room gently shutting the door.
“Let me clear the bed so you can sit, or the couch. Which do you prefer?”
“Don’t bother I will help you with your work. Why are you packing?”
“Oh, I asked Xavier if I could come along with a few things. So I am sorting them, Rachel chose some things for herself. I am sending the rest to charity.”
“Oh, let’s get to work then.”
“You can’t help Aaron. Don’t worry, I will continue when you leave.”
“No, I shouldn’t slow you down.”
“I need the rest, thank you for coming but I thought we’d be going out.”
“I just figured it might not be convenient for you to come out.”
“Oh my God, how do you know that? Mummy hasn’t allowed me go outside in about 3 weeks now, not even to Blooms’.”
“Are you for real?” I am laughing. I don’t even understand why I find it so funny. Probably because Mrs Bright is one of those negligent parents who never cared about Lily’s whereabouts. It is funny that all of a sudden she cares.
Lily hits my arm, “stop laughing, it is not funny.” She then holds my hand and leads me to the couch by her window. This is her happy place and mine too, when I am watching her.
Time seemed to slow down since she held my hand, it’s really been a minute since I last held her hand and I genuinely miss her.
“Why doesn’t she let you go out?”
“She is always saying that I am a bride to be, I shouldn’t be seen roaming the streets of Kuntsevo. I really don’t understand her obsession with this wedding. Ever since the agreement was made, she’s been unusually happy.”
“She can’t wait to let you go. She is tired of your stubbornness.”
“What stubbornness Aaron? You know I am not stubborn.”
Just as I am about to answer her, there is a knock on the door so I let go of her hand that I have been playing with, and turn towards the window to look down the street.
“It is Miss Rachel, I brought you dinner you haven’t eaten anything since in the morning.”
“Come in” Lily answers. Miss Rachel brings the large tray and keeps it on the couch, in the middle of Lily and I.
“What was our agreement on your eating habit princess?”
“Miss Rachel just wants you to scold me, that’s why she said what she said.” She answered as she pours the tea into a cup and gives it to me.
“”Thank you,” I tell her as I collect it and take a sip that had me momentarily closing my eyes. This is undoubtedly Lily’s tea recipe, one of the many things I’ll miss when she leaves.
I drop my tea on the tray, feigning feeling betrayed. “I am hurt.”
She looks at me with a surprised expression on her face, chewing the toast in her mouth patiently, obviously thinking about what could possibly make me hurt.
She looks absolutely dashing. She is wearing a crop top and shorts that stop at her thighs. Her hair is in a messy bun, with a few strands lying loose.
I couldn’t resist not reaching out to tuck a strand behind her ear, keeping it out of her face. She stops chewing and just stares at me, just like I am staring at her.
I am so tempted to lean in and just hug her, hold her. I shake my head like it is the only solution that is left to help me get rid of my thoughts.
She most likely was having the same thought too, or something else, but I’d rather believe it to be the former because she clears her throat before she says, “Why are you hurt?”
I intentionally slowly pick my cup from the tray and sip my tea, clearly expecting my action to convey my message but it doesn’t.
“You are so slow princess. I am hurt because you gave Rachel the recipe I’ve been begging you for, for about 33 years now?”
“You love to exaggerate man. Are you even 33 years old?”
“You get what I mean, and I know you want to change the topic from the tea recipe talk to an age talk.”
“How do you know that?” she asks in between her fits of laughter.
“Just believe me whenever I tell you that I know you too well Princess. Now, the recipe?”
“It is the leftover from the tea I brewed this morning; she just heated it up for us.”
“And then?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. If she really is leaving then the least she could do is give me the recipe.
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