Dear Mr Montgomery✔️

CHAPTER TWENTY: PANIC AND COMFORT.

Carolina's  red high heels echoed against the marbled floor of the hotel. She walked, more like glided,elegantly across the lobby. She wasn't oblivious to the looks she was getting. She was an attractive woman and Carolina knew it and she knew how to take care of herself.

She wore a dark sky blue designer gown which accentuated her figure and stopped just at her knee and had a small slit at the back. The dress exposed a moderate amount of cleavage and the sleeve stoped just below her elbow well enough to reveal the golden bracelet on her wrist that paired with the necklace and earrings.

  She wore moderate amount of makeup but her lip was coated in bloody red. Her black shoulder length hair was packed to a bun just above the nape of her neck with two tendrils on either side of her head framing her face.

She walked over to the receptionist who assessed her. Carolina was used to the stares. It only made her slightly uncomfortable at very rare instances.

Carolina had been pushed to model a little when she was a child. She didn't love it because it wasn't what she wanted to do but she didn't hate it. She noticed when people stared at her and she was used to it, but she didn't notice the attention of the man she caught who stood with his phone in his hand watching her.

Lincoln had stepped into the lobby with a phone in his hand talking to one of his friends who was staying in south africa when he caught sight of one of the most attractive woman he has ever seen. She had a small polite smile on her face as she talked to the receptionist. She had this air of confidence around her, it almost reminded him of his best friends. The natural charisma and authority that could intimidate everyone around them.

Lincoln saw how her eyes carelessly floated over to his. He had to suck in his breath as  their eyes met, her attention was on him for a few seconds before her eyes drifted away.
Among all the eyes staring at her Carolina's attention was caught by a specific blue eyes.

The owner of the ocean blue eyes looked like he had been cut out of a front page magazine. His sandy blonde hair was semi messy, in a natural way which looked effortless, yet, very attractive and delicately placed. An expensive looking dark blue suit with a white inner adorned his body . One of his hand was mid air holding his phone while the other was buried in his pant suit pocket.

And most of all, the man was very familiar.

Although the man was attractive Carolina's attention moved away as she heard the receptionist instructions. She muttered a little thank you before heading to the elevator unknown of the intrigued eyes that followed her.

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Carolina internally sighed for the nth time since the dinner slash business meeting had commenced. She couldn't help but stifle the urge to scream get brains out. Although she was there, she also wasn't, and it was taking every will power in her to keep the fake smile on her face.

The people that sat around the table with her were no ordinary people. They were thriving business owners of the hospitality industry. The only reason Carolina was even there in the first place and unfortunately part of the lot, was her step brother.

Carolina felt like she was locked in a small amd dark room with no window or door to escape. It was like she was locked in a box. Carolina urged her lungs to open up to take deep breaths, but it was her lungs had a mind of their own.

Throughout the dinner Marcos Rodriquez, Carolina's older  step brother had done nothing but humiliate and condescend her. Carolina on a normal situation was not one to endure it but she has always felt powerless against her own family.

Carolina head began to hurt as she thought of the things Marcos would gladly go back home and tell their family. Her family had mocked and discouraged her when she decided to start her own business. To them, she wasn't enough, she was never enough and never could be.