??BETROTHED??
?✨?She has supernatural powers?✨?
?♂️?♂️Episode 21?
??Am I In . . . Love???
I looked back at the house and he wasn’t coming down the steps;
he was nowhere in sight.
“I decided that the day after the Night of Engagement, you and
Jason, are going to take your wedding pictures!” Maria exclaimed,
cl@pping her hands in delight.
I looked around some more.
He wasn’t outside the house, either.
“So, what do you think about it?” Maria asked, eyes wi-de-ned,
impatient to hear my answer.
I nodded, half – heartedly.
The door men opened the car door and I looked inside.
He isn’t there.
I got inside, feeling my heart sink a little and relieve washed over
me.
“Oh, I knew you were going to agree to it!” Maria said, getting in.
I nodded, not really caring about what she is saying.
“Oh, just don’t worry, I got everything re-ady. The dress . . . the
ph0togra-pher . . . the make – up artist . . . the hair – dos . . .
EVERYTHING!!”
I nodded.
She continued on and on about the wedding.
Maybe, he is at the mall waiting for us I thought.
And this time, you are no allowed to chicken out
I sighed, Ok, I got it
What are you going to say to him?
Umm, hi, Jason, I just – no, this makes it sound like he is a
stranger. Look, Jason, about – no, I can’t speak like that. Jason, I
have something to tell you – no, it sounds like I am a mother. Ummm,
I am sorry Jason – no, it’s too straight forward. I –
Make up your mind!
I sighed, Why so stringy?
Am not!!!! You’re just taking forever!
Well, than, why don’t you find something for me to say, than???
Fine . . . you could say . . . Jason, I am sorry for what I said
yesterday. I was just very mad and I don’t want you to be mad at
me . . . And I don’t want you to have a misun-derstanding too.
What really happened that night was that – it was all an accident
–
Hell no, I am not saying that. It sounds weird and that is so not
me, if I say it
Than, what are we going to do?
I don’t know and it make it sound like it was entirely my fault!
Well, it was mostly your fault
My jaws dropped.
I can’t believe you are also going against me! I thought we were
on the same boat! And it wasn’t all my fault, ok?! I tried to explain to
him about what happen and all of the sudden, he was mad at me.
He’s just fv¢king piss for no reason and it’s too bad, he has a fv¢king
temper! And also, I didn’t say anything wrong. He was the one that
said, ‘You make me regret living’! And why should I be apologizing
when he is just sitting around relaxing? I told a de-ep breath from my
long rant.
Than there was silent. Layla wasn’t talking back.
I realize that the limo slowly c@m£ to a halt.
“Are you re-ady?” Maria asked, “This is the best mall in the world –
it sells all real designers.”
I nodded.
The driver quic-kly ran out and opens the door for us.
Maria and I got out.
I notice that we were the only car in the parking lot.
Strange.
We walked throu-gh the double, glas-s, front door.
“I haven’t been here for a century!” Maria said.
I looked around; there was nob©dy, but us.
“Mrs. Cohe – I mean Maria?” I asked her.
“Yes, darling.” she said, grinning.
“Are we the only person in the mall?” I asked, looking around.
Maria continued walking.
“Yes, I told everyone to evaluate this mall at once, so we could
have the mall all to ourselves. Isn’t it better like this? There’s no
fighting and no people taking the item that you got your eyes on. I
just love it like this.” Maria said.
“I know, but where is . . . Jason?” I whispered, as we got on to
the golden escalator. As we got higher above the lobby, I notice how
big the mall really was and that there is not a single human being – or
wolf being – , except for us.
“Oh, he can’t come. He c@m£ home this morning . . . He was
drinking.” Maria whispered.
“Drinking?” I asked, my heart and stomach muscle clutched.
“Yeah . . . and he said something really . . . strange?” Maria said,
questioning herself. She looked at me with here electrical blue eye.
We got off the escalator.
I swallowed, “What did he say?”
“I don’t know . . . he said that he was really . . . sorry.” Maria said.
My throat felt dry.
“About what?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t really un-derstand what he was saying.”
“Did he say anything else?” I asked, as we entered a jewelry
sto-re.
“How many we help you, Mrs. Cohen?” a lady from the jewelry
sto-re asked.
Maria waved her hand to dismiss her.
She scurried away.
We walked the perimeter of the sto-re, looking at the big, rocks on
rings, n£¢klaces, br@celets and earrings.
“Yeah, he did. This morning when he woke up, he asked me if the
Night of Engagement could be pushed back a day or two back.”
I looked at my high heels.
“And of course, I said no, because that is ridiculous. And
everyone is planning and clearing their schedule to come to see you
guys, so it’s too late to cancel it.”
I gulped.
“But, Vanessa honey, why would he say that? – Excuse, can I
plea-se see this earring for a moment?” Maria said, waving a staff to
come over.
“Oh, Mrs. Cohen, you have good eyes! This earring is very
catchy and it is totally something you would like to wear to catch
someone’s attention!” the lady said and carefully took the earring
out.
I narrowed my eyes. Her name is Maxina.
“Oh, I am not wearing it; my daughter – in – law is going to wear it
for the Night of Engagement.”
“Oh, that is fabulous! This earring only comes in one pair and no
more!” Maxina said.
“How much?” Maria asked.
“$8,955”
My jaws dropped.
“But . . . Maria, I don’t have an ear hole.” I said, feeling my ear.
“Don’t worry, they are going to help you. They are specialist in
ear piercing.” Maria said.
I walked out of the jewelry sto-re, my ears numb.
“How does your ear feel?” Maria asked, grinning.
“Oh . . . it feels . . . wonderful!” I said, hoping that my act
convinced her.
“Oh goodies, let me call someone to hold our bags.” Maria asked,
dialing on her IPhone.
“Wonderful, now we don’t have to hold onto the bags.” Maria
said.
Behind us was a lady called, Stella, our personal bag carrier.
“Ok, so back to the question; why would he say that? Why does
he want to the Night of Engagement to be pushed back?” Maria
asked, ma-king a crinkled forehead.
I really don’t want to disappoint her after everything, after
everything she had done for us.
“Oh, it’s really nothing.” I said, patting her shoulder, again, hoping
that my acting skill had wakened.
I smiled my innocent smile.
“Oh, I’m so great to hear that!” Maria said.
I frowned.
“Oh, but if you guys nee-d anything or have any trouble, plea-se, I
beg you, plea-se come to me and I will solve anything for my sweet
darlings.” Maria said.
I nodded, feeling terrible, but hoped that my smile is still strong
on my face.
“I am so glad you guys are getting along, it’s a wonder to see
how you guys work together so fast.” Maria said.
I looked at my feet and nodded.
“Come on, we don’t have all day, we nee-d to shop more.” Maria
said.
“Lets shop like the world is going to end tomorrow!” I said,
grinning.
Maria laughed and linked my arms.
Maybe this is the time when I could relax and not get so caught
up about tomorrow, Jason and our almost coming wedding. Like they
say, it’s not ok if I stress over everything, it will be better of I relax a
little bit.
We got home late, very late.
We ate dinner at a 5 star restaurant and brou-ght 8 dresses, 4
pairs of earring, 6 n£¢klace, 7 pairs of shoes, 4 bags and 6
br@celets.
I walked up the stairs with the maidens behind me, carrying my
bag.
I heart beat as I reached Jason and me be-droom door.
I put my hand on the handle and knew that if I walk throu-gh this
door, I would have to apologize to Jason.
I took a de-ep breath and opened the door slowly.
“Jason?” I asked, as I walked in.
The maidens put the bags in our closet.
I looked around the room.
It was empty, he is not here.
I let out the breath that I realized I was holding.
“He’s really not here, right?” I whispered to myself.
I could feel Layla’s disappointment and that dull pain in my heart.
I l@yon the be-d and stared at the ceiling, wondering to myself.
If I never apologize, will he apologize? Will we be like this
forever? What will I say when I apologize? And why do I feel like I
really want to apologize to him?
Am I in . . . love?
.
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?♂️?♂️Episode 22??
??The Night of Engagement??
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“Jason, honey,” mom said, “How could you?”
“I don’t want to and I told you that the Night of Engagement
should be held back!” I said, rolling over on the itchy, quest room,
be-d.
“Jason, plea-se, I beg you.” She said.
I ignored her.
Than, there was a pause.
“Is this what you want to do to me?” she asked me, “And why do
you want the Night of Engagement to be held back? It’s too late
alre-ady; everyone is coming to see the sweet, cute – looking couple
that they have been hearing about.”
I threw the quit over my head.
“This is the moment where they could finally see you and
Vanessa together.”
My stomach twisted as my mom said Vanessa’s name.
“You can always talk to me if there is a problem.”
Memories of the fight flashed throu-gh my mind and anger rose
throu-gh me.
Why would you say that?
Alex, my wolf asked me.
I don’t know,
I said.
I bet she will never forgive you
I didn’t answer him.
“No, everything is fine.” I said, running my hand throu-gh my hair.
“Than, why did you drink last night? And you didn’t come home
until 4:47 in the morning!”
“Oh, it’s nothing, I just haven’t been drinking for a while.” I said,
like it was no big deal. But, last night I almost end up hooking up with
someone. I run my hand throu-gh my hair one more time; my life had
really changed since I’ve met Vanessa. I use to p@rty every other
Saturday and drink every Friday and possibly hook up with
someone.
“Honey, that’s not an excuse, how can you explain about coming
home at nearly 5 in the morning? You couldn’t have been drinking
that long.”
I sat up in annoyance.
“Look, mom, st©p questioning me. I know what I am doing and I
said I want the Night of Engagement too early. Anyways, we nee-d
more time together.” I said.
“No, you don’t, you were perfectly fine, until yesterday you just
left out of nowhere.”
She walked pas-sed the door fame.
I sighed in annoyance again.
“Just tell me what is happening and I will try to solve it.”
I hesitated.
“I don’t know, we just fought last night.”
“Well, what you can do is apologize to her, even though it was
entirely your fault.”
“But she k!$$£d James.” I said, holding my fist. I don’t know why I
was complaining about a girl, I never did in my life. I never really
care who I was with, unless they don’t bother me. But Vanessa was
different, I keep on noticing the little things that she does and
everytime when she talk to a guy, I feel overpotective, like she can’t
talk to anyone but me. And every move that she makes, makes me
more attra-cted to her.
“Than do you want to be mad at her forever?”
I didn’t reply.
“Well, maybe, you could apologize to her tonight at the Night of
Engagement and she will forgive you, trust me.”
She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.
I picked up the pillow and threw it on the floor.
I don’t know what I should really do, my feelings are really
confused.
I got out and throw on my suit.
Tbc