My Perfect Bride- Editing Begins

Chapter 2: The Contract

Emerald Wright

"It was not his fault Ema ." Aunt Ana repeated yet again, as I nursed her wound. It wasn't deep and just superficial wound but it was still painful. I tried to ignore the topic.

"Everyone is not Blake." The world spun around me and momentarily I froze.

Series of flashbacks clouded in front of me, which involved the cat eyed handsome blonde. The man I had a crush on. The first man I really cared about. My first love.

A touch on my shoulder brought me back from my trail of thoughts. I closed my eyes, calmed my nerves. With a deep sigh, I hugged her and hurried my way back home.

On my entire way back I kept on playing Aunt Ana's words, was I wrong to put the stranger under scanner?

Without even knowing him I was rude to him. Today exactly after a week, I saw him again, he was dressed in a formal suit and he looked rich. But I didn't care. Men like him use their charm and money on woman misleading them.

But he helped Aunt Ana, and maybe she was right. Brushing the thoughts aside , I felt relaxed as I entered the small room, my territory, it was my comfort zone,the rent was affordable, people around were good mind your own bussiness kind, and it was cozy, it's just enough for someone like me,
especially when I spend maximum time at the coffee house except my weekly off.

After dinning I laid on my mattress, my mind still churning about the hazel eyed stranger, if I meet him again I owe him an apology.

Wait a second what am I thinking?

London is a huge place,possibility of bumping into the stranger will be 1 percent and why am I thinking about him?

Maybe because your feeling guilty of putting up such a repulsive behavior in front of him

A small voice of my subconscious mind answered me, ignoring it finally drowned myself into deep slumber.

"Emaaaa Emaaa Emaaa" I heard someone screaming my pet name , I checked the time grabbing the alarm clock near me 7-45am I can afford to sleep for few more minutes, with that I tried to go back to my sleep, note the key word "tried"...

" Oh get up sleepy head or I will empty this can on your face" the irritating voice chimed again...

I slowly opened my eyes to see my best friend since four years the day I moved here in East London..

A tatoo artist by profession Rebecca O'Connor is someone who is always confident and optimistic, give her the worst situation, she will see something positive in it a complete opposite of me, she stays on the ground floor just below my apartment, she has a nice angel tatoo below her collor bone, and she isn't a rebel, the tatoo parlor was something her father had begun, she developed interest in it and took the legacy forward, always in a bright mood wearing a tank top along with her fish print short PJ she was busy making pancakes, she loved her curves, the dimples on her round face deepened as she gave me a full toothy grin..

Her  blue eyes turned a shade darker in amusement, like a pro she danced her way along the sofa our personalized dinning table. Celebrating her small win.

I rushed, brushed my teeth, had bath and changed into my favorite amber colored yogapants and paired it with black colored tank top ...I took my seat next to her and started ravishing the delicious pancakes.. It was still 8.15am, and I had to leave by 9 ..

I glanced to the intruder sitting across me,she had now changed into a nude stockings paired up with deep red skin hugging one shoulder cocktail dress, there was a nice gold platelet pendant and perfectly matching Ruby colored earings encaved by gold border her Reddish Blonde hair were now up in a messy bun and some curly tendrils marked their presence on her forehead, she has teamed it up with a 6inches stiletto heels and deep red colored lipstick which enchanced her full lips even further.. she was gorgeous & she knew it. But why was she so dressed up like this, as if she was going to a party or a date .