PERFECT MATCH

7 - Few Hours

Mabel's POV

The sunrise. One of the most beautiful creations in this world. Watching the sunrise was something I loved to do, it was also something I had hoped to wake up to with someone I loved.

"Not anymore." I whispered to myself as I was mesmerized by God's beautiful work of art.

My dreams had been shattered by my dad. I had dreams to fall in love and that happened, I also had dreams to reunite with my love and that is never going to happen. Not anymore.

Wether I believe it or not, by this time tomorrow I'll be getting ready to be married.

It's scary, very scary.

I have to devote my time, commit my heart and give myself to someone I don't even know and the thought of that is horrible. I'm not ready to let my guard down, or fall in love again.

At the thought of my wedding I felt a lump rising in my throat, my mouth couldn't gather enough moisture to sallow. That feeling was enough for me to realise how much I wanted answers. How angry I was, how scared I was.

Breathing heavily, to control the heat rising to my chest, I tugged at the hem of the curtain that covered the large windows and pulled it down.

Without minding that I was still in my night robe, I stormed out of the room leaving the door to make a banging sound. It was simple, I had just one mission: get answers. And the only person that could provide me with what I wanted was my dad.

I stood in front of the the huge metal door that enclosed his office. I knew he would still be in there, it was barely seven am. I suddenly felt the rush of shivers through me which left goosebumps kissing my skin. Shaking my head, my sweaty palm grabbed the knob while my left hand clenched into a fist as I knocked softly on the door.

I didn't know wait for an answer and I pulled the knob immediately entering into the office. My dad was seated behind a brown Mahogany office desk on a swivel chair. His aura and presence filled the quiet room as his gaze shifted from the files on his table to me, his daughter.

My smallish frame made slow, cautious steps towards him, not feeling one bit intimidated.

"Good morning daddy." I gave a dry smile, observing the wrinkles on his face and the eye bags as I came closer. He is definitely getting old.

He smiled. "Morning Angel."

I chuckled at the feeling, I have a lot of pet names from my dad.

"Seat." He beckoned to me when he saw that I was still standing.

I sat like he asked me to distracting myself by letting my eyes roam around his office.

For a moment none of us said anything. I wanted to be myself and scream at him, take out my anger on him but I just couldn't. I decided to give him a chance, to tell me why.

Finally, he dropped his pen. "It's been a while since you've been in this office. I know you have questions."

I looked up, my eyes fixed on him.

"I do dad, not many. Just one." My voice was low and I was still under control.

He chuckled, pulling his chair away from the desk and getting up. He assumed a new position by sitting at the edge of his desk, his side facing me. Why sit with half of your butt?

"It's been a while since I saw you, the wedding preparations must be really draining you."

I fought the urge to laugh, not right now before my father. All the tremor within me vanished away and was replaced with frustration that I couldn't even explain.