The Girl in a White Dress

Chappie 15

Monday night...

Christian's POV

We're now eating dinner, and I became cold again, just like the first time we met. "What is it that you're going to tell me?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm leaving the country-"

She didn't get to finish the sentence because I cut her off "No."

"Christian, I'm leaving the country for just three days, and it's because of my music. The batch that i was teaching were invited to play in Italy for their recital," she said.

I don't really want her to go, but I don't want to appear clingy. "Okay...When are you leaving?" I said without any emotion.

"Five am tomorrow."

And she told me just now?! Whatever. I don't care. I really don't care.

The following day (Tuesday)...

I woke up to find Candice already gone so I ate breakfast alone. The house felt empty without fer endless chatter filling the room.

I quickly went to my office and as I was driving, I passed by an old house. I remembered Candice. She has this fascination with vintage houses.

I finally arrived in my office and started to work. As I was reading some reports, I noticed my phone. Again, I remembered Candice and how she never seems to answer her phone. Does she even touch her phone? Aghh, why am I even thinking of her?

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I was confused because Candice was not the one singing on the stage. Then finally, I remembered. She's not here...she's in Italy! Wow, I can't believe that she, unknowingly, became part of my routine.

I went straight home and asked the chef to cook chicken casserole. I requested that because it became my favorite dish since two months ago.

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He looked at me nervously and said, "Sir, this casserole tasted different because I wasn't really the one who cooked the one you ate before. Mrs.Knight was the one who cooked that. He continued, "She was always the one cooking dinner since she lived here."

A surprised expression was evident on my face. I can't believe that Candice was always the one cooking dinner. So that's why dinner tasted better.

"How come I never saw her cook?" I asked.

"Well, sir, you're always in your study room. That's why you never saw her cook."

"Oh, okay."

He nodded and went inside the kitchen.

I guess I still really don't know Candice.

Wednesday...

I was on my way to work, and I was stuck in traffic. Great. It started to rain and the traffic became worse...cars barely moved.

As I was sitting in my car, I watched the rain fall to my windshield, and I remembered Candice.

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Flashback

It was raining, and Candice and I were stuck in traffic. She stared out the window and said, "I love the rain. There's just something about them that so beautiful. Tell me, have you ever danced in the rain?" she looked at me with raised eyebrows.

She stared out the window again because she thought I wouldn't answer.

"No," I answered after a few seconds.

She smiled while still staring out the window. "When I was a kid, my dad would always invite me to dance in the rain with him every time it was raining...my mom would always scold him," she chuckled.

"One time, my dad asked me to accompany him int he rain. I declined, and he said, "Your loss." He ran outside, and not a minute after, he came running back in, yelling, "It's freezing out there!" she chuckled at the memory.

I stayed silent as we drove forward.

Flashback over

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Agh! This is so frustrating! Why do I always think of her?

Because you miss her.

No, I don't. I don't miss anyone.

Then why do you always think about her?

I don't know. It's just that almost everything I see reminds me of her. Great, now I'm talking to myself. I think I'm going crazy!

Yeah, crazy about Candice.

Can you just be quiet? You're annoying.

What? I'm you. Therefore you're calling yourself annoying! Ha!

Whatever. Finally, the cars started to move, but much to my annoyance, Candice is still on my mind.