I sank into the chair and closed my eyes, I was exhausted. An hour later the car stopped. I opened my eyes
Here we are
I opened the car immediately.
"Wow," The building was a beautiful one. It was exactly how I imagined it to be.
The interior of the house was to my liking.
I stepped inside and saw two people. One was dressed as a chef
Oh, workers already
"Welcome ma'am and congratulations on your wedding, I'm Grace, your new housekeeper"
"Please call me Maya"
Grace looked around the door
"What about your husband?"
Husband? Ugh, I need a break.
He's in the car"
The chef stepped forward
"I prepared pasta for you," She said, opening the meal.
My stomach rumbled again
Both of them looked at each other.
Mere looking at the pasta got my attention and my mouth watered, I could really use a meal right now.
"You can eat now if you want"
"Uhm, I still need to freshen up"
Or maybe not, I'm feeling dizzy at this point
"You know what, I will eat some, I'm starving"
"Let me help you" Grace removed my heels while I sat down to eat the food.
"Thank you so much" I grumbled. My mouth was full
"Uhm, this is one of the best pastas I've ever eaten"
The chef smiled softly watching me eat the food like my life depended on it. I was really enjoying the meal. I took fruit juice. I finished the whole meal and sighed
Now I feel energized
I relaxed and suddenly my body felt hotlike I'd been standing in the sun for hours.
What the hell?
I felt a creeping itchiness spreading across my skin, like tiny pins and needles.
I tried to reach the water but the glass of water fell landing on the tiled floor and shattering.
Grace and the chef came running
I looked down at my hand, and my heart sank as red, itchy hives began to appear, spreading rapidly across my skin.
"Ma'am are you okay?!"
Grace held me. I opened my mouth to talk but I couldn't find words to say. It was as if my whole body was on fire. I tried to stand and I lost balance immediately falling on my face.
I started gasping for air and I heard the sound of footsteps. I knew who it was before even seeing his face
August?, what great timing.
My vision was becoming blurry, but I could feel his hands unzipping my wedding dress. His cold fingers brushed against my bare back, I gasped when he finally finished unzipping the dress. Despite the pain, I felt a small sense of relief.
This isn't what I envisioned for the night, I should be kicking ass not being treated like a patient
"I'm gonna carry you now," he said, and lifted me outside the living room and met up with the ambulance.
Am I going to the hospital in this wedding dress?
They treated me immediately, the pain dulled, and I passed out.
The next day, I woke up in the morning feeling better.
"Maya!" My mom rushed to the bed. She hugged me tightly.
"How are you feeling now?"
"I'm okay mum"
I looked at my face in the mirror
"You'll be fine dear, I'm gonna go get the doctor"
"Okay"
The doctor came to check me up and I freshened up after.
"Your grandpa isn't comfortable with you staying in that house anymore" Dad paused looking at my swollen face.
"He feels it has a bad omen, you will be moving into one of his newly built penthouses"
What a dramatic old man
"It is just an allergic reaction, Dad"
"Yeah I know, but the fact that he is even interested in your life now is a blessing, so just do as he says"
"I hope Grace and the chef are okay?" I picked up my phone, waiting for either of my parents to respond but none of them did
"Why is no one answering me?" I stopped paying attention to my phone to see their faces
"They were arrested—"
"What!"
"Calm down, they were interrogated but they got released immediately. August went to the station instead of coming to the hospital" My mom said scornfully.
I sat upright.
"For what it's worth, I'm glad he went there instead because why would they be arrested?"
"We had to investigate it, the Chef was aware of all the things you're allergic to, so we had to make sure there were no ulterior motives behind it."
"C'mon Dad"
Maya, it has been solved already. She said she didn't know you were allergic to tree nuts and it was in the pasta you ate" he ran his hands into his hair "You didn't even take off your wedding gown"
I smirked a little bit
"Did you guys see that pasta? And I want them back, I like both of them already and that's my condition if you want me to live in that penthouse"
I love the look on my dad's face, the confused look. Right now, I won't be following him blindly without putting up a fight. And I had a feeling it would be a long one.
In the afternoon, while I was sleeping alone, I felt a presence. Slowly, I opened my eyes and gasped.
It was Ty. My ex-fiancée
His hands were folded while he stared at me coldly
"You've been released?" My voice came out loud, a bit irritated.
"Hell yeah." He strolled casually around the room.
"Heard you got married yesterday."
"So?" I snapped, too tired to pretend I cared.
"So?" He chuckled, shaking his head. Then his eyes locked on mine, sharp and unblinking.
"So how was the pasta?"
I froze. "What are you talking about?"
"I mean," he leaned in close, voice low, "did you really think I was going to let you enjoy a perfect wedding night?"