That was it. My resolve broke. Tears started steaming down my eyes. I
silently followed the man.
I was lead back to the resort in the same limousine…
The ride back was a blur as all I could do was cry…
I didn’t occur to me that we had reached the resort until the driver
called out to me
“Ma’am, we are here.”I heard him say holding the door open for me.
“Thank you” I managed to say wiping my tears and climbed out of the
limo.
I had no idea what was going around me… my mind went blur. I didn’t know
how to react, what to feel, was I betrayed? Had he forgotten me? Was I used for
time pass? Was I just another fling? Why me? He knew I was broken into a
million pieces the minute we started hanging out? Is it fun playing with others
feelings? There were thousands of questions going in my mind.
I didn’t know when I reached my room, but as soon as I entered it I
collapsed on the floor. My feet gave away. I cried and cried. I cried my eyes
out. I was practically pulling my hair. I removed my accessories and threw them
god knows where. I removed my heels and threw them too. To say I was hurt was
an understatement.
Rihaan Spark or Richard Walter whichever you choose, had first mended
me, collected my broken pieces and molded me and then crushed them under his
foot.
I came back to my senses after what seemed like ages. I got up from the
place I was sitting, that was by the door, and made my way to the bathroom.
Wow… I was looking just like Anabelles’ elder version i.e. to say scary…
nooffence
In short I looked like a total mess. My hair had turn into a birds nest.
My mascara had spread badly under my eyes and on my cheeks. I lipstick was
smudged badly.
I took my makeup remover and started removing my makeup. After like what
seemed an eternity I had removed my makeup and took a shower. I was still in my
bath robe.
I had to decide. My behavior can’t go on like this. I had to come up
with something.
Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by telephone ring.
“Hello”
“Hello ma’am. I’m here to inform you that Ms. Stane wants you at the
banquet sharp at 7:00 p.m. for the dinner.”
“What is the banquet held for?”
“Ma’am its supposed to be a celebration of some kind.”
“Ok fine. Thank you.”
“Have a nice day ma’am.”
And the line went dead.
Banquet!!! Celebration!!! What for??
I looked at the time and realized it was 5:30. I had to get ready soon.
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