Chapter 7
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Elizalde's POV
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The lunch buffet was prepared at the golf club lobby, facing the golf course exclusively for us. It's breathtaking and relaxing. I was quiet because my father had all the words on his sleeve. Everyone praises him for having such an excellent son and wife with successful businesses.
"If only I had a daughter, I would like a son-in-law like Elizalde." One of my father's campaneros said, and they all laughed.
"He's taken. I don't get involved in what my son wants regarding his heart." My father answered and looked at Lizzie's father, Mr Alonzo.
He cleared his throat and drank his wine. Our eyes met, and I smiled a little bit and looked away. Trying to be cool with everything.
"Who's the lucky girl?" one of them asked.
My father looked at me, waiting for my answer. He knew already who it was. Why need to show it off to his so-called campaneros?
Nothing can be proud if her name is mentioned. I don't want that. I only smile, face down and shake my head.
"See that? That's what we call privacy, right, son?" in his hypocritical eyes.
My jaw tightened up with a smile, and I formally nodded. I had had enough of this. I want to return to the office and later will visit my mother.
Ten more minutes, then my phone rang.
Thank goodness. I excused myself.
"What do you think, son? Will she like this?" mom asked.
I had a good dinner with her. It was only us. I kept checking my phone, waiting for Donatello's message—still, no message from Lizzie.
"Mom, don't overdo it," I answered without looking at her. She's looking at the samples of wedding souvenirs.
"Hmm, what do you think would be the best souvenirs we could give them?" she asked again.
"Mom, listen. Let's finalize everything after tomorrow. I will talk to Lizzie and bring her to you, okay?"
"Oh, I love that! I can't wait to see her. Let's have dinner together?" she proposed.
"Not tomorrow night, mom. But I promise to take her, and let's have a nice somewhere."
"Okay. I will wait for that," mom smiled, feeling content.
The next morning.
Today is the third day, the same as the past two days. I kept staring at my phone, tapping my fingers on my wooden table, waiting for a call or at least a message from her. But dammit. She's a wicked witch. What else do I expect from her? She loves to see me getting frustrated like this.
Why hasn't she called me yet? It's past one o'clock in the afternoon. She's testing my temper at this deal.
"Chill, Elizalde. There's plenty of time before the day is over. She will show up." He winked like a psycho at me, not a detective.
"Dammit. I'm over with this. Who does she think she is? A princess? Damn s**t. She's a freaking princess in distress! Feeling important and full of herself. I'm over. I'm going." I said and stood up, ready to storm out.
I was halfway through the door when we heard the knock, and I stopped. Donatello and I looked at each other. I return to my seat, composed, and Donatello opens the door.
"Hi, it's good to see you again, Lizzie," Don greeted her as she entered the room.
She smiled at him sweetly, and my damn stupid heart started to pound harder inside me.
Don't be a fool, Elizalde. I reminded myself and looked at her professionally. This is pure business as it is. No feelings involve. Not a single strand of my hair will get tangled with her.
Our eyes met and locked. Donatello cleared his throat. I looked in his direction, and he signaled his hand, getting some drinks for us. I nodded as he left us.
I stepped closer towards her direction and offered her to sit down. She didn't budge and just looked at me with a dead expression.
"Look, I'm in a hurry. I hate to do this, but I'm requesting two more days of extensions on your deadline."
As we stared, I rolled my tongue inside my mouth and smiled slightly at her.
What a wicked witch.
"And why is that?" I asked, placing both of my hands inside my pocket.
Standing a meter from her and at this distance, I could feel the tension between us. But inhaling her beautiful, fresh, sweet scent subsided my anger. She seemed to always have this love potion with her because I could no longer express my dissatisfaction. I looked at her, challenged, as I didn't want to be fooled by her again.
"Um, I-I, I need more time," she stammered, trying to avoid my gaze.
I bit my lower lip and nodded. "You need more time?" I calmly asked.
"Y-Yes." She swallowed hard, trying to get my approval.
Her expression of eyes seemed friendly towards me, and I was right. I sense a change of behavior from her. She's not furious like the last time. And our eyes never left each other.
I turned away and walked towards my table. I could easily say 'yes', but I want assurance because I know that she's using me for something. I bet she has her plan ahead and is waiting for it.
"Okay, but on one condition."
Her eyes grew bolder, and her expression changed.
"And? Your condition?" Her eyes twinkled, and my stupid heart pounded uncontrollably inside me.
"Go out with me tomorrow night. Let's have dinner."
"Huh, a date? No way."
Straight away, she rejected me without finding the truth about it. Dammit. She's evil and wicked.
"It's not a date, Lizzie because it's not just the two of us," I smirked.
"Oh, I see." Her eyes blinked. Her expression changed again.
"My mother wants to see you."
"Is that so?" she smiled, "sure! I want to see her too. I haven't seen your mother for a decade."
Her eyes beamed in excitement, and the best expression I could offer was to smile back.
See the changes? She's still the same Lizzie as before. Nothings changed.
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