female robbery | dreamwastaken

chapter ten.

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"the music, as im sure you're both aware, is imperative to setting the mood of your wedding. it took some time, but I was able to narrow down the options to two."

I tried to pay attention to what karl was telling me, but it felt nearly impossible.

a week had passed since the engagement party.

and that meant a week has passed since our kiss.

clay and I had settled into an uneasy routine since, neither of us mentioning that night.

it was easier to forget.

to ignore it.

because to admit the truth would only complicate things.

"first up is the string quartet- two violinists, a cello player, and their singer. much more suited to the style of Mr Aminoff's circle. then, of course, the DJ, probably more popular with your crowd, safiya."

"let's just go with the quartet then," I tell karl.

"whoa, don't make any snap decisions." clay said turning his body to face me. "don't worry about what 'my circle' wants. they don't matter."

"they kind of do, though." I cross my arms.

"no, they don't." he argues back. "you want the quartet? it's yours. the DJ is more your style? consider it done."

"let's hear them both before we make a decision, yea?" karl suggests and we agree. "you two have your dance rehearsal after this, so it's important we decide on a music style. first up, Lovejoy.

as the band finished playing my mood changed as soon as my phone started to ring.

"Is everything alright?" clay questions, whispering to my side.

"yeah, it's just Alyssa calling. probably just last-minute details for the bachelorette party tonight-"

"I can not wait! I'm about to get down and dirty with all kinds of people tonight. you are too, right cara?" karl shouts across the room to puffy and her clipboard.

"you know it, babe!" she whistled and twenty minutes later we picked, of course, LoveJoy.

"yes finally! now it's time for dance lessons!" karl chirped.

my phone rang again.

"is that alyssa again?" I nod. " seems like she really wants to talk to you. ill pull the car up while you answer. and karl and cara will meet us there."

once everyone left, I answered the call. "saf! I've been trying to get in touch for days!"

"I know, I'm so sorry. things have been crazy around here."

"and it's about to get even crazier tonight. do you think popsicles shaped like dic-"

"don't even say it. now do you actually have something to say, or did you call for the sole purpose of tacky phallic symbols?"

"oh! I meant to ask where you were last weekend."

"uh, my engagement party?"

"But I was there and I didn't see you?" huh, what?

"you were there? but your RSVP'd said you couldn't make it!"

"yeah, because callahan and I had to work, but Mr aminoff convinced us to show up for an hour to surprise you! but then you weren't there. we had an ice cream cake and everything on stage." wait is that ...

"saf? hello?" why he wanted me on stage?

"yeah sorry! I uh, I gotta go though, okay? I'll see you tonight."

I rush out when I hear his car honk and settle into the passenger seat, shifting to face my body to him.

I feel sick, I feel really, really guilty.

"Stop staring at me, you creep." he side-eyed me and chuckled.

but I didn't stop. "seriously, is there something on my face?"

"did you really ask alyssa and callahan to surprise me at the engagement party?" I sighed.

"How did you find out?" he asks, shocked.

"that's what alyssa was calling about. why didn't you tell me?"

"uh, because it was when you were outside with nikita. I had alyssa and callahan come out with an ice cream cake, but when you weren't there, I went looking for you. you were obviously upset, and I didn't think shoving you into the spotlight would make you feel better. so I just let it go." he said, quiet and small.

"you could've told me- I would've put on a smile."

"It wasn't about forcing you to be happy about it. I just thought you would've liked it is all." he smiled, turning to face me.

"I would have." I look up at him, grinning. "especially the ice cream cake." I humoured. making him shake his head chuckling.

"well that I can reassure you on- I had puffy bring the cake to our apartment. it's in the freezer."

"respectfully, turn the care around. cancel the lessons."

"use it as an incentive to learn the choreography."

"I'm not gonna lie- I can't dance to save my life." he scratched the back of his neck. "clay, please tell me you can't dance either."

"my mom.. might have put me in private lessons for a bit," he said quickly in one breathe.

"Oh. my. fucking. god. was it tap? please tell me it was tap!"

"nope. just your standard ballroom." he shrugged

"rich boy" I side-eye him.

~

I sat on the couch next to alyssa and nikita, it had been hours since the dance lessons.

I was wearing a silky white dress and clung to my curves in all the right ways and accented the gifts I received; a matching set of jewellery, sash and crown.

even the gaudy bachelorette sash and crystal tiara couldn't detract from the gift clay had sent over.

it was a prominent but not ostentatious diamond nestled in a right of gold.

smaller diamonds and glistening pearls framed the jewel, all connected to a fine chain of gold.

the matching earrings finished off the set with the similar diamonds and pearl motif.

"This place is amazing!" alyssa shouted over the music.

"Only the finest for the future Mrs aminoff!" karl replied.

for what seemed like hours, the five of us crushed in the middle of the dance floor by dozens of other gyrating bodies.

the music was pulsing so loudly it seemed to vibrate the floor and send my heart pulsing to its rhythm.

every so often I could feel the watchful eyes of techno, keeping tabs on everything and everyone.

unlike that time alyssa, callahan and I had gone out dancing, this time I worried for nothing.

no worrying about how I would pay for the drinks.

no worrying about coming home to an apartment with no electricity.

it was just time, my friends, and the knowledge that I was doing better than I ever had.

fae ; facts

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