His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

129 My Mother's Diary

After a while, Daley got up and stood by the bedside to get dressed. I looked at him naked. "Are you going to be late?"

He put on his clothes and raised his hand to glance at his watch. "No, it is just right. Not a minute is wasted."

"Will you come back and have lunch with me?"

"I'm afraid I can't. I'm meeting a client for lunch." He bent down and kissed my forehead. "But I promise I'll be back tonight."

"What time?"

"There's a VIP dinner at the hotel at 7 pm. I want you to accompany me."

"Right here?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, would you like to join me for dinner, Mrs. Logan?"

"Yes, Mr. Daley."

"I have to go. See you tonight." He put on his black suit and left the room.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already afternoon. So I called the hotel service and ordered an afternoon tea. Then I went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After I finished my tea, I watched TV for a while. At 5 pm, I got a call from the hotel reception desk. I was informed that a stylist was coming over to give me a makeover for tonight's dinner. The customer service lady asked if it would be convenient for me. I said yes.

Soon the doorbell rang, and I saw the stylist couple who had done my makeup at my wedding, and two women in Elie Saab's work uniforms following them. The women carried evening dresses covered with dust jackets.

I sat in a chair on the dresser and let them do my makeup and brush my hair. One of them gave me a manicure and painted my nails. Another one took the evening dresses out of the dust jackets. She put them in front of me, one by one, and asked my opinion. They brought five haute couture evening dresses, and the girl told me they would be on display at Spring Fashion Week. But if I liked them, they wouldn't be on the catwalk during Fashion Week.

These clothes will be my custom-made gowns.

I have my eye on a light green dress with a slit on the right that looks flowing. When I tried it on, it looked like it was made for me. Even my stylist was amazed.

It was nearly 7 pm when the stylist and the other lady finished their task and left the room. I got a call from Daley, who told me he was waiting for me in the hotel ballroom.

So I took the elevator to the ballroom, and as soon as I stepped into the ballroom, a lot of eyes were on me. I saw Daley, who was talking to someone else, turn his head, and when he saw me, he froze for a few seconds, as if he didn't know me at all.

Then I saw him coming towards me from the crowd. He came to me and put his arm around my waist.

"You are beautiful tonight, my lovely rose," he whispered in my ear, "Like a fairy in my dream."

"I'll be proud to hear that," I said, mimicking Daley's tone. He smiled at me.

"I'll take you to meet some friends." He put his arm around my waist and led me forward. I saw the men around me giving him envious looks.

Daley introduced me to a few of his partners, two of whom were shareholders in the hotel. I'm pretty good at these business dinners, standing in silence while men talk about business matters.

Then one of the clients offered to talk to Daley in private, and he said that to me in an apologetic tone.

"I need to go away for a while. Could you wait for me here?"

"Go ahead, don't worry about me." I smiled at him and watched him leave. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Keeping up a professional smile for so long caused my facial muscles to stiffen, so I grabbed a cocktail with olives from a passing waiter and chewed them in my mouth. That feels great.

I scanned the room. There were many famous movie stars there tonight. I saw Rita, a famous dancer from all over the world, in the crowd. It is said that she will dance on the stage tonight.

"Eva?" An uncertain voice sounded behind me, and I turned to see a tall, thin man with curly blond hair and freckles.

"Tommy?" I spit out the olive and pit in my hand. "Oh, my God. Is that you?"

"Yes, it's me." The man stared at me in surprise. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Oh, Tommy." I opened my arms and hugged him.

Tommy is my cousin. We used to see each other when we were very young. But when my mother died, I lost touch with my uncle's family. I can't remember the last time I saw him.

"Let's go somewhere and talk," Tommy said. "Why don't we go out on the Patio?"

"That sounds like a good idea."

We made our way through the crowd to the quieter terrace, where Tommy found an empty table and sat down. I sat across from him.

I can't believe little Tommy has grown up. I wouldn't have recognized him if it weren't for the freckles on his face.

"Is everything okay?" Tommy noticed the wedding ring on my finger. "Are you married?"

"Yes, two days ago." I touched the ring on my finger. "How is uncle Klaus?"

"My father and mother were killed in a car accident." Tom looked sad. "Just six months ago."

"I'm so sorry." My uncle's family was very kind to me when I was young, and I was sad to hear of their passing.

"Is your husband Mr. Logan?" He asked.

"Yes, that's him," I asked curiously. "How do you know him?"

"I met Mr. Logan at a business party not long ago and he told me you were his fiancee. We talked for a long time and I told him how much you loved Britney Spears as a child."

It turns out Daley knew I liked Britney, so he arranged the concert that day.

"I asked him for your contact information, but then I lost my phone, so I didn't get in touch with you in time," Tommy said. "It's so good to see you now. I have something important to tell you."

"What?"

"About the family will," Tommy said, "I'm going through my father's things and I found out something belonged to the Wilsons. Given that your mother has also passed away, I think that part of the family estate should go to you. After all, we're the only Wilson left."

It's not just us. Mia is Wilson too. But I can't tell him yet.

"I wasn't born to be a businessman, so I took law classes when I was in college. My father was mad at me about it. When I started my law firm, I planned to invest the family's money. So I met Mr. Logan through a friend, and I was interested in his investments, especially since you were his fiancee," Tommy continued, "I plan to invest the money in his hotel and casino, and now that he is your husband, I'm sure our partnership will go well."

"I don't want you to invest in him because of me," I said. "That's different."

"I know," Tommy said, "The housekeeper found a safe box in your mother's room in the Florida Villa. The housekeeper got a professional to open it and didn't expect to find a diary inside. I think it belongs to your mother and should be handled by you. So I asked the housekeeper to mail me the notebook, which was in my apartment. I can give it to you whenever you want."

My mother's diary? I wondered. I had never heard my mother mention it. I had a burning desire to see what was in that diary.

"Is your apartment far from here?"

"It's about a 15-minute drive," Tommy said. "We can go now."

"Okay."