Sunday

V

Sunday was on her computer reading the script of the play that was passed yesterday by an amateur playwright.

"I know I'm not a playwright, but I really wanted to edit this to emphasize the scene. Anyway, it is my duty to edit." Sunday grumbled.

She opened a new document and typed the details of the scene above. "Okay. Act 2, Scene 2, garden."

Act 2, Scene 2, garden

Last night, Thalia received a secret letter from George. He has told her to meet him in the rose garden when the sun rises in the east. She smiled as she read and touched her stomach.

"He needs to know of this."

It was the product of their love, their betrayal. If his wife finds out, Thalia would have to face shame and people looking down at her or worse, the guillotine.

She was just a peasant, after all, and she was dealing with a noble one. Kristine, the wife, is a socialite -- who came from a very wealthy family and has her way with words.

It was still dawn when she walked out of their cottage and walked to the garden. She was still in her night gown.

In the distance, she saw a burning lamp. Her heart jumped with joy. "That must be George." She smiled and went to the lamp's direction.

"Thalia." George announced.

"George." She ran to him and hugged her lover so hard. "I have something to tell you."

George nodded his head and let go of Thalia. "I, as well, have something in my mind that needs to be off."

She hoped that it would be to say that they'll escape and live together on the other side of the mountain. "I'm pregnant, my love."

George suddenly dropped the lamp that he was holding. "No. No. You can't be. You need to get rid of that child. Kristine is suspicious."

"B-but. It is ours. I thought you love me? Who will support me, then? W-who will accept me when I am just a maiden and who is pregnant."

George looked around the surrounding. "I need to go. Whatever your decision is, I am not the father, and I only know you as my wife's servant. Goodbye."

Thalia cried. "But I love you."

"And I just used you."

Sunday smiled and patted herself. Now, this is what she calls drama. She stretched her arms and stood up from the chair.

She walked to the window and opened it. Cool air blew to her face. Few cars were just passing by the street today, Stella was sleeping in her room, and she was hungry.

Sunday doesn't even have to worry if Stella wakes up. She knows what to do, and it is a safe community in where they live.

"I will be just gone for ten or fifteen minutes. I just have to run to the store." She told herself.

She just has to buy some bread, milk, spread, eggs, and some ham. She locked the doors and ran to her car.

She went to the nearest store and bought all the things she needed before Stella wakes up. As she was paying, her phone dinged.

It was a Yahoo notification from Facebook. She would always ignore these emails, but this time, she read it and was about to drop her phone.

Facebook:
Your Friend Zack Wack is engaged to Holly Trey.

I can't breathe. I am too late.

"That would be £288, Ma'am." The cashier informed her. Sunday unconsciously grabbed some money from her purse and went out of the store, absent-mindedly.

With the groceries on her left, she held into her car on her right. She wanted to cry. She wanted to shout. She did not know what to do.

"Get it together, Sunday. Get it together. You have to get home to your child." She reassured herself and entered the car. She drove slowly and reached home safely.

Stella, fortunately, was still sleeping. Sunday, then went to the bathroom and broke down.

She didn't know what she was thinking but she dialled his number and waited for him to answer.

"Sunday?"

"Alex? Is is true? Zack's engaged?"

Alex paused for a second. "Yes. I'm sorry, Sunday."