Alright. I'm a strong sensible woman with strong - undoubtedly - strong tolerance of everything trying my patience. And why not? It's the universe's way of preparing me for better things. I hope. It had better be or I might loose it. Punishment then reward or if you're unlucky reward then punishment. I better not fall under the latter, I'm not so strong - I don't think.
"Why is Sebastian popping out everywhere all of a sudden? Not everyone knows he's married?"
"He wasn't so flashy in the past. Was he hiding himself?"
"Who knows?"
Who isn't hiding something? - Not me. I'm as transparent as the clear blue sky. Okay, that sounded better in my head... and still the meaning is the same or close to. Anyway, bear with it.
"Oh, Trent Dion? I didn't think this was your scene."
How happy I am to see Sara Tilli, her ridiculousness is just what I need to cleanse my pallet. I'm so happy, I'm moved to tears - almost. But seriously, seeing her clowning in front of me isn't so bothersome anymore. I came from real bothersome, her's... child's play. Argh, child. That word is going to be a trigger for me for the upcoming ten months.
"You do know this a charity event, right? Not a nightclub opening."
"No, I didn't know. I just saw a beautiful hotel and wanted to check out the bar. How careless of me."
Honestly. My happiness could not be everlasting - she just had to open her mouth and ruin a good thing for me. What a bitch.
Excuse my colourful language. I'm having a bad day.
"Trent."
"Sebastian."
"And me Margaret. Just so anyone is wondering."
"This is my wife, Mikayla Druid and I see you've met her friend, Sara Tilli."
"More than met, she was kind enough to come to my house yesterday to tell me to stop bothering you with my texts."
And I'd like to know what texts those might be. Texting, I blocked his number the day he told me the dowry was to support me. Text? In his dreams. He wishes, the universe will not even grant him the courtesy to receive my text even in a dream. He and I are strangers that met in the past, in the future - a hello would be like a winning lottery ticket.
"I'm sorry Sara did that, I'm sure that's not what she meant." Really.
This Mikayla woman, where did she come from? I refuse to believe Sebastian miraculously fell madly in love and couldn't wait for a second than get married. He isn't the type - hell, Ty isn't the type and he's the sweetest dog ever.
"But she did. She said I'm after married men. Unless Sebastian isn't man and married or I'm not texting him, I'm sure that's exactly what she meant." Flicking their feathers in front me when I could care less...do they think I don't know how to flick mine back?
Again, I'm having a bad day. I'm the most amiable most days but today just isn't one of them. You can choose to believe me or not but I know deep down in my heart that I'm a nice person. Extremely nice. People so happen to not appreciate my niceness.
Yes, it's all their fault. They bring the bitchiness out of me. Petty and all...
"Trent..."
"I don't know what you're trying to do lying about me but Sebastian, if this woman is going to keep appearing in front of me, being ridiculous - I promise you, I will be a pest she's accusing me to be but I won't pester you, I'll pester your family. You and I know the truth of our matter, don't push me." Shameless.
The guy I considered a friend in the past and he can bear to use me in any way without scruples. Someone I grew up with and considered one of my own...I wasn't disgusted by him for what he'd done previously but now, he really disgusts me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry. Let me go to the restroom. Get us something to drink."
I'm not fine, I'm not going to be fine in a while. Damnit, I swore I wouldn't let my parents get to me, I really did but...I couldn't ignore it.
I need a minute.
It's not the end of the world, I'm not the one pregnant by a man with two wives. Why should it bother me? It's their life, their choice and their - their, their.
The crux of the matter, their, their - their all the time. I'm not one of them. I never was. Why does it still hurt? This isn't something new and will not be the last, why does it still bother me?
"I heard the Merwe family is coming too and Infinity Merwe is amongst them"
"Wasn't he in prison?"
"He was released, a month ago."
"They say he's very good looking."
"So what? He was in prison for eight years."
Merwe family? I haven't heard of a Merwe family in Bronze before but there's one famous Merwe family family I know of... they're in Country C though.
... that family?
"Ouch!" My beautiful flawless forehead. I'm vain too - sue me. Add it to my list of never-ending vices.
Oh, goody. Handsomeness I'm swooning. Something as dramatic as bumping into a well built chest in the restroom hallway happened to me? Am I a heroine or what? But seriously, how is he so beautiful? Is a man beautiful? What does it matter, I find him beautiful and I'm in a trance. Dear God, embarassment...such an embarrassment. I've seen beautiful man before. I swear I have.
Argh.
"Sorry." Even though his hard ass chest is the culprit.
"Are you okay?" I'm not but that's here nor there. His voice is handsome too. Man, I'm acting real thirsty here - save me from myself. This man is dangerous to my brain functionality.
"Yeah, I'm fine." And need to exit this melodramatic scene before I ask something I should not - like whether he finds me attractive or not because I really, really find him attractive. Let's make babies.
Right. Leave Trent, start walking then continue walking until you're done walking.
That was close.
When last did my eyes feast on such delicacy?
"Your face is all red. What did you do?" Me, do? I didn't do anything - at all. What a waste.
"I didn't do anything..."
The auction is starting. This part is a bore unless you're the auctioneer. I like to shop, buying all sorts of stuff I will never use but for some reason, I don't like auctions. Most of the time they're invisible matches - especially in this kind of gathering - rich people with grudges. The good thing is they make the charity reach their target, the bad thing is - sometimes the matches get out of hand and someone or several get their dirty laundry aired out in public. In conclusion, they're never drama free.
"My painting..."
"What?"
"That's the painting I gave Sebastian our first year in uni." The jerk! How could he! That's the only one I signed my real name! Of course I'm not the only Trent in the world but put two and two together, anyone with a brain will know it's me. How dare he! My paintings are private. No one knows I can paint. He...
"Two million."
Me: ⊙.☉