Silken Vows♡

CHAPTER 11: SHE IS NOT THE ONE

"I wanted to bring it up with you too, but I thought it might be too much to ask," she confessed shyly. Keith, holding back his anger, asked, "Why would you think that?" Even though he didn't show it, she could sense he was upset. "I told you, Amelia, if getting you the things you want means spending all my fortune, I don't care, as long as it makes you happy," he said, gently brushing her forehead and moving her hair to the side. "We'll get you a gallery, okay? But first, you'll have to work with another art exhibit. I know a place. Then I'll have George curate a portfolio, and we'll take the next step," he explained.
"Why are you going this far for me?" she asked as he fell silent before giving her an answer.
"Because I love you," he replied, smiling at her while holding eye contact. "Well, we're attending a party today, my company's partner's. We should get you dressed up," he suggested, lifting her from the chair. She quickly grabbed a waffle, laughing heartily as he playfully tickled her..
He couldn't believe his eyes; everything else seemed to blur, leaving only her in his sight. She moved closer, laughing. "What?" she asked, adjusting something on her dress. "Amelia, you're so beautiful. I'm so lucky," He complimented her, making her blush, but nothing he said could capture what he saw. To him, she looked more than just beautiful.
"Are you just saying that to make me happy because I'm your wife? It's just a dress; nothing special," she teased. She felt a profound happiness within because he seemed utterly captivated while looking at her. "Come, let me do your tie," she said as she approached. Gently tying his tie, she looked up to find him gazing at her. With a tender touch, she brushed his lips with her hands, landing a soft kiss.
As they entered the car, he paused, offering, "Let me put this on for you. I got it with the dress," and approached her neck to secure the necklace. "Thank you, darling," she expressed, her delight evident. He questioned himself, wondering if he heard that correctly. "What did you just say, Amelia?" he inquired. "I said, thank you so much, darling," she repeated, flashing a broad smile.
"By the way, darling, could you try calling me something else? Maybe a different nickname?" she suggested. He found this side of her cute and endearing. "What should I call you, wife? Baby? Honey? I'm not accustomed to all of this, I'm sorry," he admitted.
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Arriving at the destination of the party hosted by a company collaborating with Keith's, all eyes turned to them as they stepped into the hall. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. They appeared not just perfect, but beyond perfection.
Waiters promptly served them wine as they stood close by, immersing themselves in the enjoyable atmosphere. The rhythmic beats of music filled the hall, creating a lively and engaging backdrop for the night's festivities.
"I need to use the toilet," she whispered, pulling Keith down to her height to convey her message. He nodded in understanding. "Should I go with you?" "Oh, don't be silly," she chuckled, patting his back. Taking her purse, she turned and accidentally bumped into someone. It was a middle-aged woman, exuding class and beauty. "Are you okay?" the woman asked, extending a helping hand to Amelia to ensure she stood upright. The woman kept looking at her, as if they had met before. Touching Amelia's hand, it felt warm, as if she was all she needed to feel whole again. "Excuse me?" Amelia said, trying to gently get the woman to release her grip. "Ehm, I'm so sorry, I was..." the woman started to explain, but Amelia didn't let her finish. Amelia interrupted, asking again, "Are you okay?" "Oh, hello, Mrs. Grayson," a voice approached as Keith leaned in, holding Amelia through her back. "This is my wife," he proudly introduced. "Oh, my," Mrs. Grayson exclaimed. "She is so beautiful." She couldn't seem to take her eyes off Amelia, as if they knew each other from before. "Hello, I'm Amelia," she said, offering a warm smile. "I'm Mrs. Maria Grayson; you can call me Maria," she replied, returning the smile. "I really need to go now, Mrs. Grayson," Amelia excused herself. "Oh, she needs to use the toilet," Keith whispered to Maria. "She looks like her," Maria kept murmuring to herself, unable to recall where she had met Amelia before. No matter how hard she thought, her mind seemed to evade the connection. It triggered memories of someone she had completely forgotten. "They just look alike; I'm sure she's not the one," she reassured herself, urging to regain composure.