Half past eight in the evening at the busy corner of the streets, adding those reverberating engine sounds of the automobile serves as their background; none of them initiates to talk. Olivines lost her thoughts in a big window that caught her attention, but knowing for weeks is not known to her gazing her apathetic face, this time with unhappy eyes.
Enabling Katarina's thoughts to seep, she is in; she is still thinking about Aiden's behavior towards her. Evaluating his behavior, accessing herself, convincing herself in her very own eyes, her husband's changing, she felt strange something was wrong with him.
"Your blushing?" Olivine speaks, shifting her mood to pay attention.
"Not just the alcohol." Wiping her face with her hands, defending she's not.
"Hope you don't mind I'm wearing a loose shirt. I didn't expect these," Olivine tried to keep the conversation with her.
"It's cute,"
"No, I'm not cute, Katarina,she said," shutting sound from.
"I mean the shirt," she smiles.
"Oh, I'll take that as a compliment," she said, following the silence between them with a background of a car engine on a busy street.
"It's late, Katarina. Thank you so much for the food. I appreciate and enjoy it. But I can't leave the place; there's a valuable item to arrive here soon, to be auctioned tomorrow night, that needs to be handled with safety, and someone's waiting on you to come home."
"No," she whispered, paused thinking maybe Aiden will do it again, a long pause with a sigh of burden.
"Hey, you seemed bothered. Is this because of the bruises I saw?" holding her hand, the bruises are visible this time.
"Don't worry, worry, it's fading; I'll hide it for tomorrow's event."
"It's not that; you can talk to me anytime if you like," she offered. Olivine's face showed concern, gently rubbing her thumb while holding her hands.
"No, thank you, Olivine; it's fine; no worries, worries, I'm all good. "She insisted.
A phone ring snatches both their attentions; Olivine immediately picks it up. While listening to Olivine having a conversation, Katarina stood up a man on the streets he is familiar with.
"Your husband is waiting downstairs; come, "Olivia said before Katarina reacted, taking glimpses while listening on her phone.
Seeing Katarina's looks on her expression, something's not right releasing her hand after Olivine held her hand carefully going down the stairs.
"Mr. Augusto's evening, sir, she said, closing the buttons of her loose shirt afterwards and inserting her left hand in her trousers side pockets, creating an impression of being a boss in front of them.
"Miss Ferguson, evening to you too. I'm here for my wife, and it's a privilege to see you up close like these."
"Sir, would you mind if she stays a couple of hours tonight? We have a huge event tomorrow, and me and my sister Ofelia need to do some preparation for the big event tomorrow, "she explained.
"About that, my wife needs to come home, "he insisted. Alcohol on his breath prevails in the air.
"No," Katarina inserted.
"Sir, you heard the lady here," Olivine calmly said, seeing glimpses of several paparazzi nearby on a busy street in the late night.
"Then what? She's my wife, "he claimed, folding his hands across his chest.
"Yes, she is your wife legally, but Mr. Augusto's, let me remind you that when you two are in your home, the entitlement is all yours, the husband and a wife, but here's the catch, sir, you are here at the gallery. I'm the boss, she's my employee. She signs a few contracts on us, simple, or else we end up in court. We don't like to get things ugly, right?"
"No," he mumbled, scratching his head, showing bruised ego.
"Miss Olivine, is there any problem here?" said a man in his security uniform, roaming around guarding the place.
"No, Johnson, I'll call you when needed to go back to work," Olivine insisted, they all looking at the back of the huge man leaving them.
"Oh, before I forget, she will have double the figure for her overtime."
"Fine, whatever," he acted like a kid by rolling his eyes.
"I guess we were different depending on the place we were," he said hissed.
"When we go to church, we are sinners, Mr. Augusto's, and when you step inside at the gallery, you are our valued customer," Olivine poked at him.
"I like your boss, Katarina; let's go home now, please," he clicked his tongue, losing his patience.
"Sir, you heard the lady, Mr. Augustus, and you're outside the gallery; that means you're bystanders or just random people passing by. "Olivia draws the lines of a drunk man in front of them, raising her left hand, blocking getting near.
"Fine. It's true what they say about Ferguson's behind those charismatic faces for the public; there's a demon behind." He smirked.
"Yes, a demon who helps kids and supports foundations right, and then we ate babies," Olivine was getting mean to him.
"Anyways, an invitation for you, sir. I don't sell this, but I will give it to you VIP and your friends if you have one and no kids. It's for the adults. That if you have time tomorrow's exhibit," she added, showing to him staring.
"Oh, wow, I will bring my friends in here," he said sarcastically.
"Excuse me, Olivine, can I talk to him please?"
"Sure, five minutes, then time is up, or else I'll push the alarm and make you look like a thief," she said.
"Is that a threat?" He was about to be stepped forward to grab her wrist.
"Aiden, Aiden, no, please, no stopped! Cameras on this place are everywhere; please... don't make a scene here, please!" Katarina blocked herself immediately, pulling her drunk husband away from her.
"Yes, it's a threat, Mr. Augusto's, and I mean it, "Olivine said, pointing the cameras on top of them.
"Fine," he stepped away, turning his back and spitting on side streets.
"I'm so sorry, Olivine; please excuse us; I'll follow five minutes," she said, raising her hand for her.
"Thank you; let me talk to him first," she said, pulling her husband away and looking Olivine back, walking away from them.
* * *
"Olivine, thank you so much," she said, hugging, the storage door automatically closing. Olivine senses something is wrong with the way Katarina projects herself to her.
"He's forcing you, isn't he?" Katarina nods, wiping tears from her cheeks.
"It's okay, come, let's go upstairs; be careful with the steps," she said, holding Katarina's back.
"Take a seat; I'll make some calls," she said, allowing her to lay on the sofa, offering a glass of water to calm her shaking hands, but Olivine looked away.
"Ofelia, will you please swing at the gallery now before the event? I have a few concerns. Thanks."
Sliding her phone on the side pocket, seeing Katarina is currently sitting in the huge coach, hugging the small pillows in it.
"Thank you again," she mouthed.
"No, it's fine; I just need to do what I have to and have some rest if you like. I'll be around waiting for my sister," she said, wearing an emotionless face, stone-cold.
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Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW
Short Story[COMPLETED] [women-loving-women] WLW What is love,when she's already committed? Olivine is grieving of a loss of her beloved wife, since that day she couldn't feel any emotions any attachments left we're all gone the trauma of being alone. Struggle...
