Fake Fiancée

Chapter 25: A Fusion of Emotions

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As Keith and I ate, I felt so much better, obviously due to the fact that Henry hadn’t kissed Veronica at all. It was amazing how my mood had changed. Sure, I had no idea if Henry liked me or not but at least he wasn’t interested in Veronica.

Keith could sense my happiness and asked me if I wanted to go to a club opening tonight. I was feeling so happy that I told him yes. I didn’t even like the clubbing scene, but I guess I had nothing else to do … other than maybe confess my feelings to Henry, but I was too much of a coward to waltz up to him say, ‘I bloody like you Henry, so  you better like me back!’

Keith brought me back to the Royal Crystal after and told me he would pick me up at eight. That meant I had about two hours of resting time and dressing time. When I reached the hotel suite Henry and I shared, I found him sitting on the sofa. He looked up immediately once I came in and looked relived for some reason. Had he been worried about me? I hoped so.

“Are you ok?” He asked, a frown marring his handsome face. I nodded and gave him a strange look. So he had been worried about me? 

“I’m fine,” I answered, trying to hide my happiness.

Henry cocked his head to the side and eyed the bag in my hand. “What’s that?” He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking at the bag suspiciously.

I gave him a smile and held up the bag. “I made bracelets for everyone at a jewellery workshop,” I explained. My heart started to beat faster as I fumbled to get Henry’s bracelet out of the bag. This was my first real gift for him and I prayed to God he liked it. “Umm … I made one for you too.”

Henry’s eyes widened as I took a step towards him to give it to him. I kept my head down so he couldn’t see the hopeful and scared expression on my face and took his hand to tie the bracelet around his wrist. I tried my best to ignore the little sparks I was still feeling when I touched him.

It fit perfectly. When I looked up beneath my lashes to see his reaction, I found myself staring into his lovely golden-brown eyes. I couldn’t place the emotion his eyes held, but he looked touched that I had made him bracelet. I wasn’t surprised – I had called him a jerk many times over our time spent together.

I then cleared my throat. “Aren’t you going to see what it looks like?”

Henry looked at his bracelet and an amused smile grew onto his face as he read ‘PEANUT.’

“Thank you Lainie,” he murmured as he stared at it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that the thank-you sounded sincere.

“You’re welcome,” I replied, smiling widely. He liked it! I couldn’t believe it.

“I should get one for you bearing the name - pancake,” Henry mused. My head shot up and his eyes were twinkling mischievously. Why did he have to say that?

“Pancake is such a mean nickname,” I muttered as I gritted my teeth.

Henry smirked at me. “But it suits you.”

“No it doesn’t!” I said hotly, as I started to walk away from him. “Do you think I look like a pancake?!”

As I headed to where my suitcase was to grab my towel and find a suitable outfit for the club opening, I heard Henry mutter, “You look better than a pancake.”

What did that mean?! I shook my head to forget it and took out a white singlet with a cute, strapless light blue dress April had bought for me using Henry’s credit card. With that, I took a long, warm shower and got dressed. The problem was that my wet hair was dripping onto the back of my dress, so I decided to blow dry it.