For Me Love Is Confusing

Chapter Seven: Dream of past

The next morning...

"Mrs. Mili, are you here? Mrs. Mili, hello. There's an order for you."

Mili thought to herself, "Who is calling now? What's the order? Oh, I need to go check."

She opened the door and saw a man standing with a big box.

"Excuse me, it's not my order. I think you've come to the wrong address."

"No, ma'am, I've come to the right address. See, this address is written on the box. Please sign here."

"Please try to understand, this is not my order. I haven't ordered anything from your store."

"No, ma'am, the order is in your name. So, you have to receive it."

"I don't know whose order it is. Why should I keep it? Cancel this order."

"Ma'am, sorry, it's already paid for. We can't cancel it. Here is your order, ma'am. Have a nice day."

"Wait, wait..." He was gone. What does this mean?

Lily came out, rubbing her eyes. "Now what happened again? Why are you screaming? You ruined my sleep."

Mili, exasperated, showed her the box. "See this, just see this."

Lily glanced at the box. "Yes, a parcel. So what's wrong with this? What's there to shout about?"

"Hey, that's the crux of the problem. I didn't order anything."

"It's such a simple thing. Someone seems to have given you a gift."

"But who would give me a present?"

"Your boyfriend could have, or someone else."

"But why would he give me anything?"

"He's your boyfriend, so why can't he give you a small gift? Call and ask him about this, stupid. I'm going back to sleep."

"Okay, you are very lazy. Now go."

I took the parcel to my room. I called him, but why isn't he picking up my call? Should I open this? I think he sent it. Let's take a look. The packaging was too heavy, but I finally got it open. The dress inside was stunning. I couldn't believe my eyes. "Oh my God, oh my God!"

Wait a minute, I don't even know who gave this to me. Why am I so happy? Let's see if there's a note inside. Ah, there it is. How smart I am. Okay, let's open this.

"My little princess, it was your first wish when you were eight years old. Your dream Cinderella gown. One day, I will make all your dreams come true. I hope you will come to my house wearing this dress on the 20th of April. I'll just wait for you. Please don't break my hope."

What does it mean? Does he consider me his doll? Will it always be what he wants? Not everything will go his way. Why doesn't he understand? I'm definitely not going. I've had enough. I need some fresh air. This is just intolerable.

I went to the riverbank. I don't know why, but looking at the sands of the riverbank brings a strong pain. The pain of losing everything is like the sand on a riverbank, always waiting for water to come and soak them, and in this hope, years pass. It sounds strange. Slowly, the sun started to sink on the riverbank. And I thought about returning home.

Obviously, I can't avoid problems, but I can solve them, no doubt. So I'm coming, Mr. Malhotra.

As the day of his party drew closer, my nerves intensified. The thought of stepping back into his world filled me with a mixture of excitement and dread. Would I be able to handle seeing him again, knowing the history between us?

I know I'm becoming so much upset. But I have to go, no matter what. Slipping into the dress he had given me, a childhood wish fulfilled, I couldn't help but feel a rush of conflicting emotions swirl within me. The gown, reminiscent of Cinderella's, draped around me like a cloak of memories, each fold whispering tales of our shared past.

As I twirled before the mirror, the fabric swirled around me in a dance of enchantment, casting shadows of doubt and longing across my reflection. His scent lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the love we once shared and the dreams we dared to chase.

With trembling fingers, I fastened the final button, my heart pounding with anticipation. The dress, a token of our intertwined past, seemed to hold the weight of unspoken promises and shattered illusions. Tonight, as I stepped into his world once more, I couldn't shake the feeling that wearing this dress was not just about reliving a childhood fantasy, but about confronting the reality of our unfinished story.

But how do I look, actually? Who should I ask? As I made my way to the party, the familiar streets seemed to blur into a collage of memories and emotions. Each step closer to his mansion felt like a journey back in time, retracing the footsteps of a love that had once defined me.

With each passing moment, my heart grew heavier with the weight of unanswered questions and unresolved feelings. Would tonight be the night when we finally laid our ghosts to rest, or would it only serve to reopen old wounds?

The dress he had given me swirled around me, a silent reminder of the dreams we had once shared and the promises we had failed to keep. Yet beneath the layers of fabric and nostalgia, I couldn't shake the gnawing sense of uncertainty that gripped me.

As I approached the grand entrance to his estate, a part of me yearned to turn back, to retreat into the safety of the past rather than face the unknown future that awaited me inside. But deep down, I knew that I couldn't outrun the inevitable forever.

With a steadying breath, I squared my shoulders and stepped through the threshold, ready to confront whatever fate had in store for me on the other side.