YET TO COME

.. TWENTY FIVE..

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By the time he dropped her off at her home on Wednesday afternoon, she had had about enough of his incessant talks of their impending date. She had been tempted to just look him in the eye and say this to him: Would you shut the fuck up you chin wagging bastard?! I'm sick and tired of your incessant chatter! She was extremely sure that she would feel some sort of glorious relief if she did so. Well, she thought because she could not muster enough courage to do so. She didn't dare. She sighed as he once again described how the night sky was beautiful from the yacht's deck. She tried to pretend as if she was listening, engrossed in his blabber when whereas she wasn't.

Well, he thought she was, buying her fake stance of interest for he launched into another series of description that had her nearly cringing aloud. Though, she understood that he was enthusiastic, completely looking forward to their time together. Therefore, she saw no valid reason why she should quell his avidness even after a thorough brainstorm. So, she let it be, listening to every word of his with all the patience that she could muster, bearing with his redundancy and anger stirring rigmarole. She was in a good mood anyways. That was one of the reasons why she was being so outrageously nice. He had ordered her a very pretty dress for their dinner date. The dress as he had told her came with accessories like a purse and shoes.

So, on account of the dress, she was feeling pretty good and acting benign. After what seemed like forever, he stopped talking or rather abruptly ended the talk to stare behind her steadily. She stared back at him, wondering what was making him stare so hard, lost. She turned in the direction he was staring pointedly at to satisfy her own curiosity. Her triplet sisters stood on her porch watching her intently with unfathomable looks on their faces.

'They look so much like you,' he said after a moment. 'I understand now why my father said he accidentally called his interior designer Chloe thrice and she kept correcting him, telling him that it was Melody and not Chloe. You all could stand as one another and no one would suspect a thing from your appearance,' he stated with fascination. 'You could all commit a crime easily and accuse one another until the police get tired of the three of you,' he said to her.

'I think that is where finger prints comes in,' she told him in a matter of fact way. 'The police would find us out as swift as the wind with our finger prints,' she stated sarcastically, fed up at the way he was staring at her sisters appreciatively.

'You are right,' he said. 'Why are they staring at both of us so?' he asked her with lifted brows, only realizing the heavy intensity of their stares in that instant. Chloe shook her head at him with a shrug.

'I don't know,' she snapped at him. What on earth was wrong with her? Why was she suddenly feeling so angry and...and jealous? Jealous?! God! She scoffed softly. She was indeed stupid. Yes, she was jealous, jealous at the way he was staring at her sisters like he could never take his eyes off them. She wanted him to stare at only her that way, just her and no one else. She stilled for a moment and inhaled slowly in a bid to calm her raging emotions and seize the reins once more. 'How on earth am I supposed to know that? But, you can ask them that,' she said in a more calm tone, taking her handbag and makeup box from the backseat of his automobile. She realized then that he hadn't even taken note of the change in her tone, completely engrossed in looking at her simulacrums. Her anger came back, fiercer.

'How am I supposed to do that if I-'

'You are going over to them with me,' she stated in a matter of fact way, thinking up on the spot the perfect punishment for him. She smirked. Let him face Corinne and Melody alone and let's see if he would continue to stare at them as if they fell out of the moon all glittery and beautiful. 'I am going to introduce you to them and you can ask whatever you want to, alright?' she said to him. He didn't even have the time to answer or to even nod for she opened the car door and was out of it in half of a nanosecond. He hurried to follow suit and relieved her of her handbag and makeup box. She did not offer him any thanks when he did so and he realized then that something was wrong. He noticed then that her countenance was drooping and wondered whatever had happened to make it so. Was she not happy to see her sisters?