For Our first Night
1074 Words
"What did you do back there, Aurora? Trying to humiliate me in front of everyone?!"
I swallowed, my eyes low. The ride back home had helped me come to terms with the fact that I was, in fact, getting married to that monster of a man, and I could see my life from now on. Miserable was the only word I could think of. It was going to be miserable.
"Dad, I..."
"Shut up!" We were back in the hospital, and he sighed, his hand coming to his waist, the other cradling his forehead. "How could you? Look at your mother. Just take a look, will you? How bad could he be for you to so vehemently refuse and want to watch your mother go down like this?"
"Dad, I agree. I will marry Fabian or whoever it is as long as it is for him. I was just..."
Shocked. Stupefied, and hell scared. I was scared as hell. Not like the fear had gone, no. My drive to save my mother was just a little higher now. I needed to see her walk again. Needed to see her smile, even if this time, she just might be smiling as I get married to Fabian.
I swallowed hard as Dad visibly calmed, then sat on the sofa. It was a VIP room Gerald himself was still sponsoring, and it was astonishing just how many lows my family had hit.
"You should go home. You need to get good sleep for the engagement party tomorrow and please, Aurora. No foul play. Please."
I could hear the desperation behind the anger, the love behind the rage. With small footsteps, I walked to him, wrapping my arms around him. He went stiff for the first couple of seconds before he finally loosened up, his hands wrapping around me too.
"Thank you," he whispered.
I did not reply, and only hugged him tighter, hoping to God that it would suffice for a life with Fabian.
The house we now lived in was empty, and I walked to my room. The mirror that was from the other house and was a little too big for the room stood right in front of me, and I walked to it, my eyes thin.
I looked pretty normal, but still the carbon copy of that girl from back then. Whatever it was about me that made Fabian hate me was still everything that made me who I am.
I swallowed, letting go of the bag. The thud on the floor was followed by another one as I melted to the floor next to it, my chest heaving. My body shaking slightly. I could not quite believe everything that was happening, how Karma had come right back at me.
I thought Karma was supposed to be against the perpetrators? Then, why me? Was I wrong to slap him? Loathe him? Did I deserve all of that? Did I sin in my past life enough to deserve this?
The knock woke me up from a teary slumber, and I straightened from the floor. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, shaking my head as the knock came again. This time I was sure it was real, and I stood slowly, pushing strands of my unruly hair back.
I walked to the door, and there was a suited gentleman standing by the door. He wore a polite smile once I opened the door.
"Miss Aurora?"
I nodded, my eyes darting to the car behind him. It had the Stone trademark on the plate number, and I turned back to him.
"I brought a few things."
I nodded. "I am aware. I will follow you and..."
"No, ma'am. I will bring them inside."
I nodded, then stepped aside. I watched as he quickly went back to the car, and pulled out boxes. He piled them on each other, then slowly walked back to me. I moved away, and he walked in.
He dropped them on the small center table, then flashing a small smile at me, walked out again.
He brought in another set, and by now I was wondering what could be inside all of those. I believe we agreed on just a dress for the engagement.
After the third one, he clapped his hands, almost as if he wanted to show me he was done.
I smiled at him as he walked away, murmuring a goodbye. For a while, I watched as he walked back to the car, then turned on the ignition.
I turned away, closing the door behind me.
The boxes had filled the center table, and some were on the sofa.
I walked to the ones on the sofa and opened one of them, my eyes thinning in curiosity.
I moved the transparent paper over it, and in it was a wine red dress. My eyes thinned, and I slowly pulled it out. It had only thin straps, and I opened it up fully.
The top appeared to hug the figure and was decorated with small stones and a ruffle at the waist, something like some sort of horizontal pleating to one side of my waist, before cascading into a beautiful array of silk. The down was just as fit too, and had a long slit. One that would reach up to my thigh.
I swallowed. Is this the dress for me to wear to the engagement? It seemed rather...
I looked up to the rest and I noticed they all had labels. I dropped the red dress and started to check them. There were four sets of engagement dresses, two wedding dresses and another two for the reception party after.
I saw one for a photoshoot, and there was even a suit for dad.
But that red one...
I went back to it, then pulled at the cover. There was no label.
I looked under it, dusted out the box, but there either seemed to have forgotten or it was probably not meant to be part of the boxes to be brought to me.
It made my mind wander a little, trying to guess who it could have been for. It wasn't hard to guess. After all, Fabian was a known play boy. Just that...
My eyes suddenly caught something right under the transparent paper I had discarded. I picked up the thin paper, and my eyes ran over the four words written on it.
"For our first night."
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