one night?

chapter 30

When I woke up to an alarm, Charles wasn't in the bed or in the couch. There was no text or new note just the silence and that had become a commonality through these days in Corsica. At first I was somewhat worried but I had just learned to accept it and move on. That last day would finish with a lunch in the restaurant and then I would take a flight to Mallorca.

I turned off the alarm, started packing my last things and getting ready for the lunch. I had very little energy but I had to go. I didn't knew where Charles had gone off and where was he sleeping throughout the week because I knew if I asked in the brief time I saw him it would've started a fight. Not speaking was our best solution. While I got on my dress, from the bathroom I heard the room door open. I quickly got out to spot Charles.

"Are you ready?" He asked dryly taking a bite from the remaining strawberries and sitting in the couch awkwardly. He was already dressed and ready to go.

"Not yet, where have you been?" I inquired with a gentle tone.

His eyes didn't meet mine and I waited for an answer. "Why is that important? You didn't care before and you shouldn't now."

"Okay great." I muttered and got back to the bathroom to finish my makeup and slick back ponytail. 

It bothered me that all of a sudden things had to get so bad. I felt I never got an explanation but I never gave him time to offer me one. But that was the reality. If he wanted her, he should have told me from the start. He had put a wall between us and now all I could do was try to go around it or just give up. By then I had picked the latter.

Once I was ready, we took that same elevator from the start of this horrible trip that would be engraved in my memory forever. We didn't want to be here but we had to. The only way out was through. The restaurant was again crowded with the same people and from afar I spotted Rebecca and Carlos. I wanted to head over there but Charles pulled me by the arm and paraded me during the whole event. 

"Do you seriously need me to talk to every single one of the people in this restaurant?" I whispered through his ear once the tenth person we spoke to, left.

"People are getting suspicious, besides I'm not going to see you for a weekend." He added vaguely. What? 

"What is that supposed to mean?" I was all confused and before Charles could answer someone whose name I didn't know approached us.

"Mr. Leclerc, hello. I just want to say that I hope your stay was lovely and you and Ms. Acosta were able to enjoy yourselves." I imagined that he was the hotel's manager or something.

"It was lovely, thank you very much." Charles let go of my hands and turned to me, "you can go now."

I was confused. Why would he care he wasn't going to see me? He's been ignoring me the whole week and didn't seem bothered. Why would he care then? I sat next to Rebecca and Carlos pretending to be interested in the conversation but from the table I was looking at Charles. Looking so happy and unbothered like if he hadn't said anything. I found absurd how he still had that power over me.

"Camila are you even hearing?" Rebecca sighed irritated.

"I'm so sorry, you were saying?" I asked snapping out of it.

"That the agency would love to help you get back on track with your modeling skills." She repeated slowly. 

"You're going back to modeling?" Carlos asked popping back into the conversation.

"You as well?!" Rebecca stood up and said, "i'm going for a drink."

"Oh god." Carlos laughed out.

"You look happy with her." I told him sincerely