A Kiss Of Love

10

Rose

"The dress will be done by Monday. I'd love to stop by for a fitting, if that is alright with you. Then we can make some amends with necessary," Wes, the dressmaker, said as Molly and I walked him to the elevator.

I had spent two hours explaining my vision to him while he made sketches. As many as were needed until I was happy with it. He took the ones I made in consideration. But we had to make some changes to patterns and stuff.

"Uh, yes, sure. I will ask my fiancé if that's okay." It was his penthouse after all. Maybe he didn't want Wes here another time. I was well aware that Kiran wanted me to stop asking and make my own decisions, but this one was about his home. I couldn't just invite anyone over.

"Alright. You let me know. We'll find a place." He stepped into the elevator and was waving goodbye, waiting for the doors to close.

"Wait, Monday? This Monday?" I asked, only having just realised he said Monday.

"Yes, Ms. Lopez."

"That's so fast. Don't you need at least a week to make the dress?"

He shook his head. "I would take a little longer, but your fiancé offered quite the money if I have it done quickly." Of course. Kiran loved throwing his money around for me. At least it was his money, not mine.

"Oh, alright." The doors closed and I was left alone with my sister. I turned around and looked at her, but she was more interested in looking around herself.

"That's where you live, huh?" She slid her hand along the marble countertops in the kitchen, being stunned, or so I guessed. Molly looked up at me, smiling. "I thought I was living fancy, yet you had to come top me."

I made my way over to her. The penthouse was a rather open floor plan. Once you walked in from the elevator, you'd have to walk through the entrance hall which was actually really big. You could see the kitchen from the entry way though, and somewhere between the kitchen and the elevator was the living room just so on display.

I'd been here for maybe two and a half weeks now, and still I got lost sometimes. I was happy if I found the way to my closet, the bedroom and the kitchen. Other than that, most rooms were still a mystery to me.

"Well, I didn't choose to live here," I said as I reached my sister. I hopped onto one of the barstools, propping my elbows onto the marble and leaning forwards.

"Are you happy here?" Molly sat down next to me, stroking a hand through my hair. The only person that ever truly cared about my feelings was her. And our mother. But mum had almost to no say at home, so even if she wanted to help me out—especially in this kind of situation, with me being forced to marry Kiran—she couldn't.

I thought about my sister's question for a little while. Was I happy? I wasn't sad, that was for sure. I did live pretty well here. I had more to say than I ever had back at home. And Kiran was good to me. "I am."

"Kiran isn't forcing you to anything, is he?" Molly asked, her hand stopped stroking through the lengths of my hair like she feared an answer.

I immediately shook my head. "He is so patient with me, Molly. Can you believe that I have rights here? Kiran hates it when I ask for stuff, other than normal questions, you know? But like, if I want to go out, I don't have to ask because if I do, he will get all mad with me. Not really mad, he just hates it, actually. But that's besides the point."

I saw my phone light up. I had left it here after I sent Kiran a picture, hadn't looked at it since. So now that I saw it light up, I gabbed it to find a message from Kiran.