Author’s POV
“Don’t wear this dress!”
Aron said.
He was greeted with mocking look.
“And who the fuck are you to tell me that”
Grace scowled at him.
Aron clenched his jaw by her reply but kept quiet.
“I am your finance… And this is our engagement, I don’t like red colour…”
He demanded.
Grace threw the dress on the bed and folded her hands while standing in front of him in attitude.
“I don’t give two fucks about your choice… I like red and i will wear red… Don’t you ever dare to control my life…”
She challenged.
“She doesn’t like when people try to control her life…”
Garry said while blowing on his nailpaint.
“You have too much attitude Grace, control it…”
Aron stood up from the bed madly.
“Fuck off!.. i am not even one percent interested in you and your so called status. I agreed to this marriage just because of my brother…”
She glared at him.
“And mind your fucking tongue before talking to me, otherwise I’ll wear white dress and will paint you with your blood. I hope then you will like the red colour.”
“She is fucking crazy!”
Aron walked out of the room angrily.
“Babe, chill..”
Garry placed the nailpaint on the vanity.
“Why are you wasting your energy on him… And by the way he was right, this shade of red is looking kinda tacky…”
“I don’t care if he was right, no one orders me around.”
Grace said and sat on the bed.
“He is so called man doesn’t mean he has right to control my life.”
“Why are you so irritate today?”
Garry asked.
“Because you are becoming a scapegoat?”
“Scapegoat?”
Grace furrowed her eyebrows.
“Yeah! Kind off.”
He shrugged.
“Your brother want alliance and you are the way.”
“He loves me… And if i say no then he won’t do it… But if this marriage gives him power then i am ready.”
She answered.
“Anyway i am not really interested in any man.”
She scowled and plopped on her luxurious bed.
Garry plopped beside her.
“You are interested, you just need daddy material.”
Grace rolled her eyes.
“I just insulted Aron because i don’t want any man to control my life and you are saying i need daddy.”
“Because you are sexually frustrated.”
Garry chuckled.
“It’s clearly visible on your face… You need some action.”
“Keep your dirty suggestions to yourself…”
She chuckled.
“It’s not that Garry, Just imagine you woke up one day and realise that you don’t remember anything about your life… Everything is blank like a clean page… If it wasn’t for brother then i would have lost everything…”
“Understand babe… It must be really difficult for you…”
He patted her back.
“But you work with him… How do you do that?”
“Only thing i remember is numbers… I can do it easily without hurting my head, I don’t know how.”
She explained.
“So i started working with him.”
“Isn’t it good… People will die to forget their fucked up life…”
He chuckled.
Grace nodded.
“May be but I always feel restless like there is something… It feels like someone is with me… You know, last night i was sleeping and whole night i had the feeling that someone is holding me but when i woke up no one was there…”
She said confused.
“And it always happens.”
“You are hallucinating… Doc told you that there will be side effects of the medicines.”
He said jokingly.
“May be… Can’t deny the possibility. Because i feel strong presence of someone around me… And that cologne, which that man was wearing yesterday… It gave me deja vu, like i have smelled it somewhere and i was continuously thinking about it.”
She said confused.
“I don’t what’s happening…”
“I told you, you need some action…”
He chuckled.
“I am sure you will get a dick soon, Aron must be eager.”
“Eww, He is not touching me…”
She scowled.
“Babe, you are going to marry him.”
He mocked.
“So what?”
She rolled her eyes.
“If i am not interested he is not touching me, end of the topic… If he dared then you will see me in black dress.”
“Poor guy”
He laughed.
“Now what to do with the dress?”
She whined.
“I didn’t like the color”
“We will buy another one, babe you are mafia princess… Sister of Russian mafia king… You can buy the whole brand, it’s just a dress.”
Garry waved his manicured hand.
“You just talk… Get it done…”
She replied.
“Buy something nice…”
“Nice means”
He asked.
“Means something with deep neck and backless…”
She grinned.
“Ohh… Backless!”
Garry teased.
“By the way, how many days are left for the Engagement?”
She asked looking at her painted long nails.
“8!”
He answered.
“8 days?… We have time”
She said.
“8 hours!”
He replied.
Her eyes widened.
“What?”
“Yes!… It shows how much you are interested in this relationship.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Whatever”
She sighed.
“We still have eight hours… Do one thing for me, get me nice dress and make sure no one comes in my room… I want to sleep.”
“Are you crazy?… You have appointment at salon”
He said overdramatically.
Grace whined.
“I’ll die… I am too tired… Call them here. Whatever they want it, let them do it here.”
“They don’t offer home service.”
Garry replied.
“Tell them if they want to stay in the country then they will come here.”
She smirked.
“You are a bitch”
He gasped.
“Thanks”
She chuckled.
“Now fuck off… I want to sleep.”
“Fine!… Take your beauty sleep…”
He got out of the bed.
“But wake up atleast one hour before the engagement…”
“If i didn’t wake up then tell them to postpone the engagement.”
She covered herself with the blanket.
Garry shook his head.
“Brat.”