After I finished, I picked the most expensive and elegant evening dress in my closet. My curves was perfectly shown as it fitted my body. I let my naturally curly hair down.
I smiled as I looked at myself inside the mirror. I had a thin pointed face, cheekbones that sat high on my face. Lips that smear of pink lipstick and glossy skin.
I was contented as I pulled my purse and went out of my room.
I was gripping at the steering wheel tightly as I drove closer to the place. I felt mixed emotions of fear. Fear of myself and fear of what would happen after.
If I won't do this, Hezekiah might slip off from me. I need to bring him back, no matter what it takes.
I parked my car at the main door. I took a deep breath and glanced at the entrance. I'm determined and no one could stop me.
I handed my key to the valet and walked inside. I gave my name to the receptionist with a huge smile on my face.
She looked at my gown first before nodding. "Please enjoy the night, ma'am!" she sincerely said.
I only nodded at her before going inside the hall.My heart started raising when I stepped onto the floor. I roamed my eyes around in awe.
The theme was beige in color which was complimented with roses everywhere. The tables and chairs were sitting elegantly with white colors. In every table was a bouquet of arranged flowers and a two-layered cake. I looked up and got awe once more as I saw how beautiful the ceiling was. There are a lot of elegant chandeliers and white and rose colored fabrics hanging. I won't even be surprised if Alessandra was the one eho thought of this theme.
I chose to sit at the table on far corner and wandered my eyes around. I'm one hundred percent sure that business tycoons and well-known personalities will attend this event. I won't even be surprised if someone greets me.
But I was more worried of the fact that they'll see Hezekiah introducing a new wife. It will be a big slap for me if ever.
"Mrs. Grant."
I immediately sat straight as my eyes went to the man in black suit who greeted me.
My eyes widened when I saw his serious face.
"Hunts!"
I stood up and hugged him. I noticed him getting stunned so I shamefully went back to my seat.
"How are you?!" I said as I smile broadly at him.
He scratched his nape before fixing his tie which was slightly messed because of my abrupt action earlier.
"I'm fine. Mr. Grant wants to talk to you in private, so please follow me..." he said formally before lending his hand on me.
I briefly looked around first. Everyone was busy talking. The even haven't started yet and there was still a small amount of people. Maybe I was just too early or maybe they only invited a few guests.
I turned to Hunt who was waiting for his hand to be accepted.
"Where is he? Is he with Alessandra?" I asked first.
He stared at me before speaking. "No, ma'am. Ma'am Alessandra in Madame's room with Marcus..."
I cleared my throat and slowly nodded. At that point, I didn't ask again. So, Alessandra's mother is here. I can't help but to feel more nervous at the discovery.
I went with Hunts while my mind's on haywire. My brain immediately created various scenarios inside my head if I ever continued to announce the truth.
"Ma'am..."
I turned to Hunts when he stopped in front of a door. He knocked three times before facing me.
"Your husband is waiting inside..."
My body shivered with cold when I heard what he said. I turned the doorknob that made my heart completely stopped beating.
I entered the room while my mind's flying somewhere. I looked around and stopped my eyes at the man who was sitting on the couch. He looked incredibly hot wearing a black suit. Even if he was sitting, he never failed to awe me with his broad chest and shoulders. I quickly averted my eyes away.
My heart was thumping so hard against my inner chest. I can't help but to tremble as I felt my knees wobbled. If I was confident with my gown earlier, now, I just want to hug myself because of his burning stares.
"You can leave now, Hunts..." he said in a baritone voice.
"The party will start at exactly eight! I'll be at your doorstep. Call me if you need something," he said.
When I heard the door closed, I met his eyes. His eyes were cold and poisonous. It was heavy and full of authority.
"W-What do you need?" I still managed my voice but deep in my throat I am fucking struggling.
His lips pursed. I saw how his jaw clenched while staring up at me.
"Why are you here?"
I quickly thought of a reason to excuse my real intention.
"Your wife invited me. It doesn't look good if I decline her. Besides, we're friends, somehow..." I directly answered.
He obviously didn't like what I said because he suddenly stood up. I instantly stepped backwards which I regretted.
He was tall and solidly built, he could just take all the space between us in just a few strides. His eyes looked more serious and intimidating this time. I can't help but to gulp while staring at him.
"You won't go here without any reasons. Tell me, what are your planning to do, huh?" he said in a rumbled voice enough to make me shiver.
I closed my eyes and smiled bitterly. I didn't want to think about it but he's making it look like I'll do something bad and eventually ruin this celebration.
"What makes you think that I'll do something?" I said with my cool voice.
He smirked, two hands inserted in his pocket and looked at me intensely.
"So why are you here, then?"
My heart almost crashed with the way he looked at me. He's so sure that I'll do something bad hence my attendance. I want to laugh at myself for looking so desperate and foolish.
"You're really asking me that question? I should asky you that. Why are you here?! I know you remember this place. You've been here before!"
He didn't answer and just stared at me.
"I knew that you went here with Marcus before to find your family!"
"But unfortunately, I didn't find anyone because no one's actually looking for me..." he said in a cold voice.
I stiffened. My heart was ripped into pieces. And how about me? Didn't I look for him? What do he think of me?
"You know that's not true!" My voice almost cracked as I stifled my cries.
"That's the truth, Emory! Even you, my own wife! You tried to hide your real identity to me and introduced yourself as someone else. For what? To make me think that we met coincidentally? Or maybe, you never really planned to look for me and bring me back here from the very start?!"
My eyes widened. My lips quivered and my heart butchered one by one. My tears fell uncontrollably.
"How could you say that? How could you fucking say that to me when you married someone else in the first place?!" I shouted.
His jaw clenched so hard. He shook his head repeatedly and cowered his head. It was like something was bothering him bit he kept on ignoring it.
"You don't know how much I suffered when you disappeared. I looked for you, I didn't stop even if everyone keeps on telling me that you're already dead. I didn't listen to them. There's not a single night that I didn't cry for you!"
"But what greeted me in San Marcelino? You, taking in another woman! You, marrying someone else while I kept on hoping that you're still alive! Is that what you wanted to hear?!"