Professionally Perfect

Chapter 14

Kimberly.

"That's in the wrong place." I huffed. "Can you move that to the left corner, please?" What felt like a million men were in my home helping me decorate. Okay, they were decorating and I was rather rudely shouting at them. It can't only be me who gets ridiculously nervous while hosting a party of any sort. I need everything to be perfect.

Robert of course invited business partners to our anniversary party which I didn't mind at all, but my goodness I hated most of them. A lot of them were older than Robert and therefore had different values. They expected me to be a homemaker who hung off Robert's arm and kept my mouth shut. I hated it.

Grace casually sat on the couch, watching as I ran around like a headless chicken. I couldn't blame her, she often witnessed me getting so stressed over any little thing so she was right to stay out of my way.

Arms snaked around my waist as a familiar scent took over my senses. Robert rested his head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. "Calm down, roos, everything will be perfect."

I turned in his arms, resting my hands on his shoulders. He was wearing a suit. "Why're you dressed? What if Adriengets you messy?" I took a step back. Please, God, don't test me today.

A sorry look washed over his face. "George Cross just called, I need to run into the office and check over some papers before they can get sent off."

My face dropped, I could feel my heart pumping as if it was reminding me I was still alive. "Now? Are you kidding me? Cariad, I will go insane."

Instead of matching my worry, he instead smiled at me. "You will be perfectly fine. Every one of my men in this house knows to listen to you. Everything will be just as you want it." His lips brushed over mine. "It'll be an hour, that's all."

I leant into the kiss, melting into his touch. "Any longer and I'll kill you," I mumbled over his lips.

He hummed. "You can even use my gun."

The sound of someone clearing their throat startled me. God, I'm way too on edge. Robert laughed into the kiss and allowed me to pull back. I rolled my eyes at my Father as if I was still a moody teenager.

Robert's hand ran through my hair and he itched behind my ear as if I was a puppy, making me giggle. "I need to leave now, sweetheart. If you find yourself getting too stressed out, give me a call, okay?"

I nodded with a small smile. "I love you."

"I love you." 

*****

The clock struck three. Guests were set to arrive at six. I had been getting this ready since nine in the morning. It felt it was never-ending. "Father, can you please help me?" I groaned as I finished counting the bottles of champagne. Thank God the right amount showed up.

"I thought Robert would be home by now," Ella questioned. Speaking of Ella, Milo still hadn't arrived with her dress which was driving me insane. She didn't have nearly the same measurements as me to borrow one of my dresses, and no way in hell was she wearing something she brought with her.

"Yeah, me too." He had been gone for three hours. Three. He told me he'd be gone for one hour. He's lucky I love him too much to use his own gun against him like I said I would. "Can you put that cloth over that table, please?" And thankfully my Father did as I asked.

I turned to face Grace who still sat on the couch with a box of chocolates, stuffing her face. "Throw me my phone." I had to call Milo for an update on Ella's dress. My hair and makeup girls would be here soon and they had three women to work on this time instead of just me.