This Love Must Go On

Deborah

Deborah

That isolated chamber in the name of a room suited my books. Although I hated the quiet of it, but it was way better than watching Leon, the wicked man always on his toes to outsmart me. The sweet feeling of meeting with Dr Connor and telling him to put a good name for me with any director had me looking forward to it. When I heard a knock on the door I prepared myself to slip in the character of Ammy, his unloved wife. I pulled the hem of the shirt down, expecting it was Leon, standing with plenty of shopping bags.

But my guess was half correct, three boxes were sitting atop each other like a mini Jenga tower, except for the man. Good. The bare-naked truth was I didn't want to see the tough fellow either.

I squatted and heavy-lifted the boxes from the ground and staggered inside. After putting the load down, I opened each box with an anticipation of snapping some whimsical textured basques and lace pants to showcase the beauty of my blossoming youth.

Instead, I felt a heavy punch in the face after looking at the horrible collection of old-world trousers and big flower-printed blouses. There seemed to be an alarming switch with the Pantone codes. Magenta, Grey, khaki. "Eh, isn't it crazy, the guy who wears designer labels himself would buy such campy clothes for others," I murmured as I kicked the box to the side and shoved my damp wet strands from the face. "And, he has a strange obsession with money and details. Hypocrite."

I huffed loudly and decided to get back to my way of creating a decent combination from the dump. Like I always did.

Later, after wandering for good ten minutes I went straight to the hall, the place I always dreaded to go in first. I finally found Maximo there, dressed best as always.

"Morning miss, Ammy."

"Morning Max," I replied with vigour. My steps in my wedges made me even taller than the rest of the batch of menials.

"Shall we move?" He signalled with his head and waited to link arms with him.

I smiled and just as I leaped ahead, a supernatural spirit of Leon crossed by. "I'll drop Lessie to school."

"Sure." Maximo turned toward me, beaming. "But do you know pink is your colour?"

I blushed in that blush pink, bustier-styled button-down blouse. And the white pants were not meant to make such a statement, but anyway. Leon slumped on the chair with his back facing me and started working on his laptop. I didn't care that he missed my glowing face because Maximo's clear speech couldn't go unheard by anyone who anyone. Glassy-eyed, Leon stood on his legs and impatiently walked off.

Teasing our noses with spicey perfume, I smirked.

Next, Maximo and I were in the car heading toward the destination. It came to be a generally accepted theory that a compliment given to a girl plasters a smile on her face on steady rotation in a day. Another reason why I started snickering was at the imagination of one recurring scene of winning over Leon's clean effort to make me look like a freaking retired lady who had downsized to a condo and had no desire to wear nice clothes and meet interesting people.

I cupped my face and sneaked a glance at Maximo who was reading my face. I could make it from the glimmer in his eyes that he was in a joyous state too. "It's a beautiful day," I uttered to shush the silent theories of excitement.

I had more confidence than the supposedly model who took a drastic turn and looked more like a clothes horse walking on the ramp. Hence, I resorted to a formal way of talking with the receptionist and she led us to his room.

My fingers had only outstretched when someone suddenly pulled the door from inside. Wow. And a short-height, charming adult with brown cropped hair entered my physical space. Or it was the other way around. Screw the case. I was taking a moment to swoon over but the guy was unaffected or maybe he was habitual. Then he smiled. That was it. I had seen him somewhere.