no matter what decision your heart makes, I will be waiting for you...

Part 47

Spinning in the mirror, taking in the curves of my body which the dress reflected one by one, and feeling the dark blue silk fabric of my dress at the tips of my fingers, gave me enough confidence to smile at myself.
I looked pretty!

If only Tom would think the same of me...
No, I will not waste my thoughts on him. Instead, I should check what time it is so that I'm not late for dinner.

6:06 pm. Damnit. Plus a dozen missed calls and messages from Oliver. I guess that's the downside of putting your phone on mute so you can apply your make-up in peace.

Oliver:
Ready yet?
Y/N?
I'm standing in front of your door
It's almost 5:50 Where are you?
Are you asleep? I'm knocking on the door like a madman.
The cleaning lady just drilled holes in the back of my head for knocking so often. Hurry up

At this point, you'd think you'd hear if someone knocked on your room door like a madman, but not if you weren't even in the room. Because while Jenna and Harrison left 10 minutes ago, I was putting on my make-up which was Jennas to be exact, in their bathroom. Which explains why I couldn't hear Oliver either.

Feet bare and cold from the cold bathroom tiles... and legs exposed to the wind of the ventilation that could just brush past them... I began to give my body the permission to break out in a panic!!!

We should have been in the diner 7 minutes ago, and yet here I was, mobile phone in hand, in a bathroom that wasn't mine, and a dress that wasn't mine either.

I quickly grabbed my handbag from the chair and lifted my worn out boots from the carpet floor of the bedroom of my brother and his girlfriend before making my way towards my hotel room.

Purse tucked under my arm, shoes dangling from the tips of my index and middle finger, and phone in my left hand, I ran as fast as I could around the last corner of the corridor.

Oh God, there he stood. Still!
Oliver was still standing outside my door like I was in there, waiting for whatever he was thinking.

I stumbled to my room door and unlocked it without even looking at him. My feelings of guilt wouldn't allow it. Leaning his back against the wall, he pushes himself away from the wall to stand upright with his arms crossed.
"Well, look who decided to show up after all" He grumbles, following me into my room, where I had to quickly put on my heels.

"I'm really sorry Oliver, I still had to find a suitable dress, and then I lost track of time" I slipped into my second heel, stood up and pressed my purse, which was lying on my lap, into his arms, ran in foolish steps in front of the mirror where I smeared some of my cherry red lipstick on my lips and let my lips pop into a fish mouth. "If we hurry, it won't even be noticed that we are late. I'm sure not everyone is there yet." Snatching my purse out of his arms again, I put my lipstick in it, looking up at him for the first time.

With a frown, his green eyes stared down at me, mouth slightly open, as if he were in the act of saying something, but closed again when he realised there was no time to talk. We made our way to his car as he grumbled after me "You are unbelievable Y/N!" Nothing new for me, and I really, really felt bad about being late, because I know Oliver doesn't like to draw attention to himself, so showing up late to our catty work colleagues didn't suit him at all. I knew that because he was always the first one at the meeting, and during a meeting, he hardly spoke up, just made notes.
Although even then, it sometimes looked as if he was drawing little scribbles on his carved paper. Anything not to listen.
Nothing like Tom, or Harrison, who kept talking and taking control. After all, they were the department heads, so I guess it's their job.