If you only knew

Chapter 9

After my papa welcomed me back home and we ate dinner, I went to my room. I had put aside any feelings of uncertanity and decided to deal with them the next morning.

And now it's the next morning.

The feeling as if something unexpected is going to happen, hasn't left since I had opened my eyes a few hours ago. I tried to get rid of it by busying myself.

I stood up, did my daily morning routine, took a much needed shower and made myself something to eat. For me personally, breakfast is the most important meal. If I don't eat something in the morning, then I usually suffer from an unberarable headache all day long. That is why I always need to make sure that I have time for breakfast in the morning.

After eating my toast and drinking my coffee, I heard my papa call my name. I quickly put the dishes in the sink and went to my papas office, the one place he spends most of his time at. Well, if he is even at home.

When I opened the door to his office, my papa greeted me with a half smile. I could see that he was exhausted, not that I was shocked. Usually his mornings begin way earlier than mine.

However, I could see in his eyes that there was more to it. There was something definitly stressing him, but I couldn't decipher what it was.

My papa was a powerful man, so much so that nobody dared to look at him in any unpleasant way. Normally he sits upright with his broad shoulders making him look even more bossy. His self-confidence is hard to miss, it's practically radiating off his body.

Yet, he sits behind his desk looking somehow nervous. He doesn't even look me in the eyes. And that was terrifying me. Then he started talking and I felt my world slowly fall apart which each word that came out of his mouth.

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I was in my room getting dressed for dinner. We had special guests coming over, so I needed to make sure I look somehow presentable.

I put on my long-sleeved black dress and paired it with my necklace and some rings. I hated dressing up for a dinner at home. It's just that I want to wear comfortable clothes when I am home and not be sqeezed in a dress.

But not only the dressing up part is annoying me. No, this whole dinner is frustrationg me. I remembered my papas words from earlier "This is an important meeting, Elena. Make sure you look professional and in control."

I wanted to laugh out loud at the in control part.

I took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Not even my breathing exercises are relieving me from my nervousness.

At moments like these, I am wishing that my mama was still here. Alive. With us. With me.

I didn't really have the privelege of feeling a mothers love to her child. I looked at the picture standing on my nightstand. My mom looking beautiful as ever, holding her only child in her arms.

I was still a kid in that picture. I was still a kid when I lost her. Life sometimes can really be unfair.

My mum was everything to us. My dad never got over her and her death is one of the reasons why he became a workaholic.

I felt a tear running down my cheeks and I quickly wiped it away. I woulnd't look so professional and in control if I had greeted our guests with tears streaming down my face.

I put the photo away when I heard the doorbell ring. Not even seconds later I could hear several voices coming from downstairs. Now it was my time to shine.

I stood up excited my bedroom and went to take the stairs to greet our guests. However, I couldn't stop myself from pausing at the staircase and taking a deep breath again. Here we go.

I went downstairs and as I was about to enter the living room, I froze. That can't be true. My papa said this meeting was of great importance and that I needed to be in control, because I was about to meet my future husband.

My breath hitched and I felt like I was about to faint. How could I look professional papa? How could I look like I am in control when deep blue eyes were staring deep into my soul?

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