IN LOVE WITH THE FRENCH BEAUTY

~*Chapter 21~*

~*Chapter 21~*

Arabelle woke up the same way she’d done for the past three weeks; hollowed inside and oblique with nothing to look forward to. Dahveed’s emotional and mental torture had become too much for her to bear. Sarah would come at the office dressed in outrageously short clothes and then make out on Dahveed’s chair for hours. That would occur, of course, after the bride to be had tired of coyly taunting Arabelle. Arabelle would order breakfast for the love birds and then await instructions for the day as they mouth raped each other.

Her heart got darker and heavier everyday by the insults he ceremoniously threw at her, but it damn near died yesterday when he called her into his office and yelled at her for spending ten thousand dollars without his permission. She hadn’t even had a chance to defend herself because he’d been on a roll listing what stealing did to her so-called character. When he told her to get out, she did obediently and surprisingly, no tears came. She’d long run out of tears to shed.

This whole ordeal would be easier if she had someone to blame. She couldn’t blame herself because all she did was fall in love with the wrong person. She couldn’t really blame Dahveed either, because he’d lived and still was living an allusion forged by his father—the father that he trusted to a fault. Daniel couldn’t be blamed either because she had no business with him. The only shield she had against his torment was the numb feeling she got whenever she was in his presence. She felt nothing for the man…she didn’t hate him, nor love him. She was just an empty vase full of nothingness.

And that’s why she’d decided not to attend the engagement party scheduled at 4 this afternoon. Well that was the plan anyway, until Dahveed called around two ordering her to be at his house 30 minutes before the engagement, for an urgent dictation that couldn’t wait. She tried to make an excuse but he used the contract to his cause as always. Arabelle knew that there was no emergency dictation, for she’d cleared his schedule for the entire week end. Therefore, he wanted to taunt her a little bit more by making her watch as he slipped the ring on Sarah’s finger.

Arabelle found herself snickering as she went through her closet, searching for something suitable to wear to her ex-boyfriend millionaire boss’s engagement party. She remembered how he’d insisted on her coming dressed nicely since he didn’t want any embarrassment. She settled for a white sundress that reached below her knees and red flats.

Meanwhile at the mansion, chaos would be a perfect word to describe the multitude of activities occurring at the same time. Guests were being flown in from all over the world by the Messina private jets. Servants were running in all directions making sure the usually spotless mansion looked even more pristine. Patricia was in charge of everything; and by everything, it means every little detail pertaining the engagement had to go through her. She’d ordered matching diamond jewelry for Dahveed and Sarah, and then ordered diamond cufflinks for Dahveed as well. Designers had lined up their products praying and hoping to be chosen, but Patricia had gone with some hot designer from London. Everything was delivered on time and she was going through each and every delivery making sure everything went per décor.

“What do you think of these for Dahveed?” she asked Daniel when he strolled through the door with Logan behind him. Daniel took the little box she was extending and he hummed in approval. “Shouldn’t you be asking Dahveed that though?” Logan said to Patricia at which she scowled.

Daniel left the living room in search of Dahveed, but there was commotion at the main entrance and he went to see before he could go to Dahveed’s room. When he closed the main door and looked up however, he wished he’d stayed in the house--or somewhere else where that woman could not find him.

 Diana in all her glory was encircled by curious journalists throwing questions at her. She squared her shoulders and raised her chin in that stubborn way he used to love when she saw him.