When I left Minnesota, I wanted to let her know at least but it didn’t take long for me to be gone so they could finally hook up.
I guess Markian never forgave me for my betrayal and I haven’t forgiven him for a few things too.
I took a sip from my drink but it wasn’t making me any better, I was still hurting as I thought back to the fact that Felicity was no longer here.
Her death was a wake up call, that even though I told myself I did the right thing by letting her go, I regretted it the most, so I won’t make the same mistake with Livy.
Livy has the last shred of emotion I can ever muster again, and if I can’t keep her safe, then nothing else in this world would matter.
Livy
I woke up reminiscing everything that had happened yesterday.
I looked beside me and saw Markian still sleeping peacefully. Everyday it get harder and harder to describe him with words.
My mind went back to yesterday when he entered the questioning room, I swear my heart skipped several beats in celebration to his declaration, and my eye danced in joy at the sight of his awesomeness.
My husband really was great and i couldn’t help but think that him in all his glory was all mine. Even when I completely lose faith that he would be by my side, he surprises me by showing up just in time.
But he doesn’t hesitate to hit me with the cruel reality that our relationship wasn’t going to be one of romance or love but of convenience and business.
Yesterday I realized this fact and though it’s been hard for me to accept it, I have to start learning how to stop loving Markian.
Like Felicity said, he is only bound by his obligations of being my husband, and yesterday he was there to save his face and reputation than to save me.
This realization is slowly eating me whole, because all my life I have loved this man alone, but none of that matters if all he sees each time he looks at me was a traitor.
I could see my vision getting blurry as my eyes became teary, so I slithered down the bed carefully as not to wake him up.
I don’t know where this will all lead to or how far I’ll go for Markian, but I do know one thing and that is finding the goth who tried to ruin my name.
I took a shower and got dressed right before Markian woke up. I still wasn’t feeling cheerful so I didn’t say a word to him even as we had breakfast together.
It was the most uncomfortable meal we’ve ever had together and I knew it was because we weren’t ready to address the elephant in the room. I was almost losing my appetite because the tension was becoming unbearable, when he finally spoke.
“About yesterday…”
“I didn’t mean to drag you into all that mess yesterday, I’m sorry I had to put you in that position.” I interrupted.
The last thing I wanted was to fight with him today, so I had to clear the air at least.
“I’m going to the dockside in an hour time and I was going to go alone, but you can tag along if you want.” he stated casually.
“What?” I asked trying to make sure I didn’t hear wrong. Am I dreaming or did Markian just asked me out?
“I said that I’m…”he tried repeating himself but I interrupted.
“I heard what you said, I guess the question I meant to ask was, why? Are you perhaps asking me out on a date?” I asked letting out what I was actually thinking.
“Clearly, I can’t leave you on your own without you getting into trouble, so you’ll be going with me to the dockside in an hour time. Get dressed.” He commanded and with that he stormed off.
I can’t believe my ears, Markian Winfrey wants to go out with me? This is the best day of my entire life, better than when I finally got my first puppy or when I passed my SAT exam.
My husband wants to be seen in public with me? I felt like is was so good to be true, maybe I was still sleeping so I pinched myself and winced from the pain.
No, it’s really happening, and I couldn’t contain myself, so I got up from the breakfast table and danced to an invincible choir singing sweet dreamy harmonic rhythm.
I had to stop when I remembered I still need to pick out the perfect dress to wear on my first official date with my husband.
Once Markian was done getting ready, he left to go wait for me downstairs at the lobby of the hotel.
He wore a chambray lightweight suit with no tie and a brown shoe. His hair was let down in a thick angular fringe which did justice to his face but left very little room for those his gorgeous aqua blue eyes to sparkle and I hated it.
He needs a hair cut soon, but I’ll let it slide just for today I thought as I smiled ear to ear excited about what the day would bring.
I was done putting on my makeup, and as usual I decided to go with light but perfect nudes. I wore a pretty Bohemian white lace gown that was way above my knee and a peach strappy heels with matching small handbag.
I let my hair down and grabbed a white large brim straw hat to go with it. One last look at the vanity and I was out to join my husband downstairs when I got an email from an unknown address.
At the dock we boarded a cruise yacht just the both of us and the captain. I was right, this was a date after all. I’m so happy and grateful, I think I’m going to cry anytime now.
We still had 4days left to stay here and if they will be like today, I can forget all about the other horrible 9days.
He kept trying to remove his hair from his face as the wind kept blowing it across his face, so I lended him a helping hand.
I stood in front of him and held his face steady with one hand, and with the other hand I carefully brushed back his hair with my fingers.
“Where did you get that shabby kids plaything from?” he asked confusing me.
What was he talking about? I wondered as I followed his eyes to my hand which held my wrapper ring.
This ‘plaything’ has been my pacifier, ever since I can remember I’ve always had it. Whenever I was scared or worried about something, it helps keep me calm.
My memory as a kid is all scrambled, so I can’t give a detailed account of how I got it or who gave it to me.
“This?” I ask pointing at my finger that wore it, making sure it was what he was asking about, and he nodded.
“I’ve always had it, kinda. It may be a child’s plaything, but it has helped me throughout my years growing up.” I answered thoughtfully.
“I often get panic attacks, so I take it with me almost everywhere I go.” I included.
Wow, way too much information Livy, i cusses.
Markian and I have been making small talks since we boarded this cruise, but the look on his face right now held more than his question was giving out.
“Why do you ask? Do you recognize it maybe?” I questioned playfully trying to ease the sudden tension surrounding us.
“Actually, yes. My mom taught me how to make that when I was younger and it was the only thing I knew how to make with wrappers or paper.” he answered surprisingly, and went dead silent.