Chapter 4:The Party
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Olivia's pov
There was silence during the ride.
No one said a word, besides what did I want to say and what was I expecting Logan to say, if he said something I didn't like we might start reaching for each other's throat and the funniest thing is that we would live together for a whole year when it was obvious that we were sworn enemies.
I sighed and stared at my finger nails because it was a rule made by the almighty Logan that I shouldn't do anything else while riding with him and that includes going through my phone or even through the files.
I should just sit like a dummy and stare at the streets but that I was his wife, I wondered if that was going to change at all.
Both Logan and I sat at the back of the car but we didn't speak to each other.
I stared at my dress.
It was the ideal dress off-the-shoulder, black satin and it fit me perfectly.
My hair was put up in gentle waves and fell over my shoulders.
My appearance was altered by my makeup.
I looked so different and very beautiful that when I had stepped out of the dressing room, Logan couldn't believe his eyes, his mouth had hung open a little and then he had said something under his breath before composing himself.
On the inside though,I felt like Olivia again.
The one who broke down when the world came crashing down, the one in despair.
Dressed in a black tuxedo, Logan sat beside me, his jaw angular and unreadable and he was going through his phone.I hated his easy good looks.
As if he was destined to be in this world, as if he had been destined to have all the good things of this life.
“Are you anxious?” he asked without glancing at me.
I stared in front of me.
“Am I supposed to be?”
“Yes. But don't show it. I don't want to see it.”
“I assumed this was merely a performance.“
“Yes it is. But there would be actual people and I don't want you to blow everything up.”
When the car arrived at the hotel, it was so magnificent that I almost lost my breath.
Like a set for a movie, the entire entrance was illuminated.
The cameras flashed, reporters yelled obscenities.
Logan faced me.
“When they ask anything , just smile. Keep your distance. Don't make any foolish remarks.”
“Whoa. Great motivational speech.”
A smirk came to his face.
“Do you prefer that I tell a lie?”
“No,” I muttered.
“That is your responsibility.”
Everyone's eyes were on us the moment we stepped out of the car, cameras, photographers, glamorous people wearing high-end dresses.
As if we were meant to be together Logan put his hand on my waist.
I feigned a smile as if this were typical, posing as someone else.
I heard the murmurs.
“Is that the fiancée of Logan Blake?”
“She's looking pretty.”
“There is no doubt that she is not wealthy.”
Another big mouth said.
It felt like a slap every time and I had to pretend not to feel it.
The situation was worse in the ballroom.
Chandeliers made of crystal glistened over our heads, floating by with gold trays were waiters wearing white gloves.
Everyone appeared flawless yet bored.
And in an ocean of diamonds I felt like a piece of paper.
Logan treated me like his favorite watch as he walked me around.
Using a practiced smile and the same phrase repeatedly he introduced me: “This is Olivia Hart, my fiance.”
I was never asked anything and I appreciated it silently and then I saw her.
Sharp eyes and glossy lips belonging to a woman wearing a red dress.
“Logan,” she purred.
“You didn't disclose your engagement to me.“ He tensed up a bit.
“Forgive me, I have been too busy.”
With a snake-like smile she turned to face me.
“Olivia what do you do?”
“I. . .There was a coffee shop where I worked.”
“Was?“ Her smile widened.
“Then you are now his permanent arm candy?”
We were surrounded by laughter.
I got a burn on my cheeks and felt so embarrassed that I stared at my feet and blamed myself for being too foolish and too stubborn not to have listened to Logan.
I wished that the floor would engulf me as I gazed down at it.
Logan started talking before I could reply.
He said sharply “She has a name. You'll also treat her with respect.”
There was no more laughter.
The Red Dress made a blinking sound.
“I shouldn't have—” He interrupted, his voice loud.
“You did. But that is the end of this discussion.”
After guiding me away, he put his hand on the small of my back.
I remained silent until we were by the balcony alone.
“You didn't have to do that.”
I whispered “I understand.”
“So why did you do that?”. He avoided eye contact.
“Olivia, I think you should just forget about this, that this ever happened.”
The tightness in my chest increased.
It was not romantic.
That wasn't sweet.
It still had meaning though and the embarrassment returned.
For a while we stood silently.
Now the chatter and music were far away.
I felt cold against my bare shoulders in the wind.
I finally said “I didn't belong in that room.”
“That kind of room isn't appropriate for anyone,” he said.
“They simply get better at acting like they are.”
I looked his way.
“And you?”
I took a step forward.
“Surprised?” I laughed.
His face was unreadable as he gazed down at me.
For a moment, only a moment his eyes fell to my lips but I could sense it.
My heart skipped a beat.
“Let's go back in,” Logan said, blinking and taking a step back.
“Everyone would be waiting.”
Then the moment was over.
Grinning, I returned to the ballroom.
I gave a nod and I stood next to Logan like a flawless little deception.
However the weight of the diamond on my finger had decreased.
- Writer
