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The Power Couple

MORGAN

   The sun woke me up this morning as it snuck through the window curtain. I didn’t hear my alarm so I was sure I was late for work today. 

   I worked for a very prestigious wedding planning company and I was the best wedding dress designer they could have. Not to brag, but I loved my job although I rarely had a social life. I was way too busy to have time for anything outside of those four walls.

   As I stretched on my bed, I didn’t even rush to leave the delicious silky sheets that covered my naked body. But eventually, I had to leave so I went into the shower and got dressed. 

   Today, I wore a black pencil skirt and a light pink buttoned up shirt, with black high heel shoes. I had to look professional all the time. 

   As I was doing my hair, putting it up on a high bun, a pair of arms went around my waist and I smiled, knowing the handsome man who they belonged to was still here. 

   My fiancée had spent the night with me and it was steamy to say the least. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed to the bathroom to get ready himself. He spent so many days here, he even had half of my closet full of his clothes. 

   I looked at myself in the mirror and a wave of nostalgia suddenly hit me. My dad and my sister came to my mind, but I decided to shake the memories off. 

   Mom and I cut off all communications with them. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t bring myself to call them even after my mom’s passing. I felt guilty, I should have reached out to them, but never did.

   When I turned sixteen, Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and they caught it too late. It was advanced, the doctors not giving her too much to live. Maybe that was the reason why we never called, because she didn’t want to worry them. Or because she didn’t want to know about them, I didn’t know.

   Mom passed away a few days after I had turned eighteen. She was strong for that time, and I could tell she waited until I was old enough to take care of myself so she could let go.

   I miss her and I miss them. Living in a big city, there was always a big social circle, but as I said before, I didn’t have time for them, and it feels lonely. 

   My fiancée was done getting ready and approached me to give me a kiss.

   “I’ll see you later for lunch, baby,” was all he said before he walked out. Our relationship was the kind a lot of people expect. We were called ‘The Power Couple’.

   I was the most famous wedding designer and he was the CEO of a stock empire. We lived in luxury, but if I was honest, I wasn’t emotionally happy. Yes I loved him, but it was mostly lust and passion.

   Sometimes I wondered why I agreed to marry him, he wasn’t husband material. His proposal was not even romantic. In his office? Really?

   I also wondered if my sister was okay and if she was able to walk again. If she even missed me or if Dad was still a healthy cowboy, rounding the cattle like he used to when I was a kid. If he was thinking about his little freckled girl. 

   But most of all, I thought about Oliver. Was he still stopping by the house, and taking care of things? Was he helping my dad out or did he get married and had kids? That was always his dream. To find ‘the one’ and have a family with her. 

   I left my condo and headed to work, walking since it was close by. As soon as I did, my assistant Cara was already waiting for me by the elevator. 

   “You’re late. Sarah is waiting for you in the office,” she said, a frown showing on her face.

   “What does she want now?” I sighed.

   I walked to her office and knocked, taking a deep, calming breath.

   “Come in.” I heard from the other side of the door. I went in and sat down on the chair in front of her desk, not even bothering to greet her. She looked serious, and I felt like a kid in trouble at the principal’s office. 

   “You called for me? If it’s because I was late, it won’t happen again,” I said, sarcastically.

   “No, but I will deal with that later. The reason why I called is because we have a very important client who wants to buy a wedding dress for his daughter, but they want a dress that has not been designed yet, a very unique one,” she said.

   “Okay, I’ll get to it. I’ll put it on my list of priorities,” I told her and when I was about to leave the office she stopped me.

   “Make sure you impress him, Morgan. Remember, he’s a very wealthy client and very demanding.” 

   I rolled my eyes and left for my office, already feeling a headache brewing. 

   I made it to my chair and sat down, trying not to show my irritation. Cara came in with a cup of coffee and some pills. She put them in my hand and sat down on the chair, waiting for my orders. 

   I have never had anyone as efficient as she was, and I was grateful for that.

   “We have to get working on this client’s dress. I was told he was a very important one,” I said as I took a sip of my coffee. 

   “I’m already on it Ms. Williams, I’m half way through the order. We just need the design,” she replied.

   “Cara, we’ve been working for five years, please refer to me by my name. And I appreciate your efficiency, really.”

   I might be hard headed, stubborn and sometimes rude, but my assistant was one of the few people I really admired. I was always proud of how she worked and she managed to get the job done all the time. 

   “Okay, Morgan. By the way, you received a call from someone called Harold, he said he was your dad and needed to talk to you,” she said.

   I opened my eyes wide, surprised. After all these years, he was able to find me. I took the note and was about to call him back, when I noticed the clock and I remembered it was time for lunch with Marco. 

   I left the office and met with him at the café down the street. We were discussing our own wedding plans. But I was distracted and didn’t hear half of the things he was saying.

   “Morgan, were you listening to me?” he asked.

   “Sorry, what were you saying? I got distracted for a minute,” I replied. He decided to leave the plans for when we got home since my mind was not in it. 

   After we finished our meal, he walked me back to work and said goodbye to me. I felt guilty, but it wasn’t fair to him that I wasn’t paying attention. I would apologize later, but for now I had a lot of work to do. It might be hard to focus as a bad feeling crept up my body. 

   Deciding to shake it off, I walked back in and continued my work day.