The Girl in a White Dress

Chappie 5

After dinner...

Christian's POV

I went  back to my room and just stared out the window and into the night sky. I know that I'm acting like a jerk, but I'm doing it on purpose. I want to push her away and make her regret getting married to me. On the other hand, I see her point. We are married. That's our reality now, and weirdly enough, knowing that she's having a hard time with all of these doesn't sit well with me. 

Aghh I hate her for making me second guess my actions. I should be not be thinking about her. She's annoying, but in a cute way. Wait, what?! Cute? I didn't mean to say cute, I meant to say fruit. Aghh! Nevermind.

The following day...

Breakfast was normal. As usual, Candice tried to talk to me, but like I always do, I reply with the shortest answers possible. I actually admire her for being mature about our situation, especially after my mild outburst last night.

Ring...ring...ring

"Hello, Christian Knight speaking."

"Son, such a warm greeting for your old man."

"Dad, what do you need? I'm kinda busy right now." Yeah, busy thinking about your wife, my subconscious said. Whatever.

"Son, I just called to inform you of the family dinner we're having at our house with our in-laws. That will be all. Be here at 6 and don't be late."

Dad hanged up and I tried to call Candice, but there was no answer. If I text her though, she might not see the message so that leaves me to just go see her and tell her personally. Sure, that's the real reason, and you're not just making an excuse to see her.The voice in my head said. Argh! That voice is starting to annoy me.

I called the maid to make sure that Candice is there, but surprisingly, she's not there. She's at her studio that I learned of just now. The maid gave me the address, and I immediately went.

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I looked around me. The lobby was like an art studio with an exhibit about music history and such. The building had tall glass walls that let natural lighting in. It was amazing. It seemed like Candice -- classy and artistic.

I asked the girl with black hair at the front desk where Candice was. She told me the directions, and I went accordingly while taking in more of what was happening inside the studio. The people inside the rooms I passed by all looked like they're having fun. Some were being taught individually and some were just jamming with other musicians. I don't know how to play any instruments, but I do appreciate good music.

Then I finally found Candice. My heart skipped a beat just like the first time I saw her. Stupid heart.

She was playing 'Safe and Sound" by Taylor Swift on the piano that was placed in the corner of the glass walls. I felt the air around her shift as the sound of the piano reached my ears. It had an aura of resigned pain. Was she feeling downcast or was it just the song that's making me think like she is? I continued to watch her as the notes she played intensified and the song reached it's peak. With the sunlight showering her through the glass and that look on her face that showed unspoken heartache, she looked breath-taking. She always does. Again with that voice in my head! Argh.

I was snapped out of my trance when I heard Candice's voice. "Did you just arrive or have you been standing there long?"

I would never admit that I was watching her play so I just ignored her question and said, "We have dinner with our parents tonight. I'll be home by then, and be ready by 5:45."

I looked at her with a cold stare, as if I wasn't enamored by her just a few seconds ago, as if she didn't just take my break away once more. Then I left the building thinking, "She's trouble, but in a good way."