Matilda Garcia is married to one of the most established lawyers and land owners in Trinidad, and she cannot be more happier. Until, an object from her past suddenly appears in her life which leads to solve the mystery of her dead daughter, and circ...
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As the week passed, and the morning of the party came, my being was constantly consumed by anxiety. I would have to pretend that I was fine with Henry in front of so many people. The task was hard enough already when I was doing it just for the kids.
I let out a deep sigh as the Saturday morning breeze washed over me. I was looking up at the ceiling, avoiding the white man who was currently resting his head on my lap. Unfortunately, Henry took the day off, so I had to bear his presence and his unwanted affections.
I kept my eyes glued to the ceiling as he spoke. "Dear, I had bought you an evening dress for the party. I think you'd like it." I ignored and continued looking at the ceiling. I had forgotten the promise I had made to myself, that Henry would never see my eyes again. I had looked up at him quite a few times over the past week. That would never happen again.
"Honey, you need to look at me if we want people at the party to believe that we are madly in love," he explained to me like I was five.
I still gazed at the ceiling, and I felt him rise to a sitting position. A finger made its way under my chin, and it turned my face roughly, forcing me to look at him.
"Perfect," he hummed, his voice dipping into the lower end of his baritone range. "And don't forget to smile." I forced my lips into a smile that I hoped was convincing enough for him. He nodded in approval and released my chin.
A soft knock on the door alerted my senses.
"Come in," Henry said easily. The door opened and Violet entered smiling slightly. I grinned at the presence of my daughter.
"Good morning Ma," she greeted me, still maintaining the smile. However, her smile dropped when she noticed her father. "Good morning father." She spat out the words rather than saying them, my heart began to drum inside of my chest in fear for her.
My fear was justified when Henry raised an eyebrow. She seemed to have realised her mistake for her lips formed an apologetic smile.
"Father, may I have a word with Mother in private?" She asked in a neutral tone.
"Of course," he replied in a fatherly tone. He gave me a light kiss (and I think I saw Violet cringe) and, rose from the bed. He sent Violet a sweet smile before leaving the room.
Violet waited for about ten seconds before saying, "Thank God he's gone." My mouth dropped open in surprise. Was this the same Violet adored her father? Now she was saying good riddance to him?
She took a seat beside me on the bed.
"Where did you disappear to when you left the hospital?" She questioned. Interesting. Had no one told her that I stayed at Ariel's house?
"I was staying with Ariel," I responded. Her lips formed an 'oh'. She nodded in approval at my answer. Then, she thrusted herself into her thoughts for a few seconds. Her eyebrows creased, and she resembled her father even more in this moment.
