The Don's Wife

14 | Final Lesson

Today was rather refreshing. Having Ronan's partnership helped setting my business in motion. Finally, my very own whiskey distillery is ready to operate.

I should open a good bottle tonight.

Bathing myself in good mood, I almost forgot that today was supposed to be my third and final dance lesson with Rosalind. Unfortunately, it was already 10.45 pm, and by the time I get home it'll be too late. Besides, she's probably asleep by now anyway, and it's not like there's no tomorrow.

"I'll wait for you." 

Yet her words from this morning kept echoing inside my head.

I arrived faster than I expected, maybe because the road was already near empty so I sped up. And, why did I speed up again?

The house was already dark, with only a couple of ceiling lamps as the source of light. Mary came to greet me as usual.

"Where's Rosalind?"

I know that it was a pointless question, and that she's currently tucked in her bed, possibly in the middle of dreaming about rainbows and unicorn or other fluffy shits alike. But knowing how persistent she could get, the absurd thought of her still waiting for me in the library with her tray of sweets rested in the back of my mind.

"Well, I assume that she's already gone to bed at this hour, as she usually does. Is there a problem, Sir?" Mary expressed her concern.

"It's nothing. That would be all Mary, thank you." She nodded and excused herself.

Right, of course she's not waiting.
Only an idiot would took those empty words literally.

By now I should've already taken a nice hot shower in my room, poured myself a couple glass of delicious self-celebratory whiskey, and sleep until there's no tomorrow. But instead my feet seemed to have a mind of their own as I had already walked past my bedroom. Without realizing I had already found myself standing by the library door.

This is ridiculous.
She's not even here.

Even if she is, so what?
Let her wait and be miserable for all I care.

Just when I was about to walk away, a faint melody was heard from inside the room. Without thinking twice I opened the door straightaway.

Turns out my mind's back was right. There she was, sitting in her accustomed spot by the window, in her customary summer dress, with her tray of customary sweets and tea, and her customary oldies love song playing in the background.

The minute she saw me her eyes instantly lit up. A sweet smile was formed on her cherry lips, and her rosy cheeks glowed, lighting up her entire face with warmth.

"Took you long enough. Ready to dance?" She stood up and walked my way.

Why? Why is it that she's always—

"Why the hell are you still here?"

"Waiting for you? Today's the last lesson remember?" She said it like it's the most obvious answer of all.

"But why?"

Why am I angry?

"Because you said that we'll do it later, and I don't know exactly how long later is so–" She shrugged, seeming confused by the most logical question asked.

"And you took it seriously?!"

What am I so angry about?