Message in a Bottle

Unexpected (7)

Chapter 7

*Ciara's POV*

"You look gorgeous," Jordan says as she stares at me in awe.

I look at the mirror and feel happy with my reflection. My dark brown hair is done in fine curls, my make up is done to perfection (thanks to Jordan) and I felt satisfied with the person staring back at me. It's been so long since I felt this way.

"Thank you Jordan. For everything," I grab her hand and give her a tight embrace, I'm so lucky to have a best friend as good as her. Mason started tugging at the bottom of my dress, his bright green eyes gazing back into mine.

"Anytime Ciar," she says softly before bending down to pick up Mason from where he was standing. Jordan offered to watch him while I go on my date with Edward, but it's not like I was left with any other options. Mike was at work apparently, it gives me assurance knowing he'll be away from Mason.

"I should go," I look at my phone clock and it reads 6:28 pm, I don't want to be late and I don't want to be too early. "I love you Mason, I'll see you later," I kiss his forehead while he kept a blank expression on his face. "And Jordan, I love you."

"I love you too," she answers with a small smile. When Mason starts to see me head for the door, that's when he starts to whine.

"Oh no please," I shush him, giving Jordan a hopeless look.

"Go Ciara. He'll be fine," she assures me, which calms me down a bit. I hate leaving Mason, the sound of his cries shatters my heart into pieces. I want the best for him, just how any mother would.

"Okay bye... I love you both," I repeat as I breath out slowly and step out the front glass door. Plenty of birds were chirping a tune as they sat in the tress, lighting the mood for me.

I peddle down the 3 steps and make my way to my white BMW, which was a gift from Mike last year. I start the ignition and take in another deep breath, trying to calm down my nerves. Everything would go as planned, I tell myself over and over again until I partially believe it.

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I walk into Salvatore's five minutes to 7 o'clock. I look around and see nobody who's alone, except for me. I sigh as I slowly walk over to the hostess desk.

Everyone's dressed up, I actually feel underdressed. Some people were wearing what seemed like ball gowns, heavy feather dresses and lacy skirts. A lot of people were older than I had expected, maybe this wasn't the best place to go out for dinner.

"Did you make reservations?" I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn my attention back to the host, a short stubby woman with red hair was smiling big at me. My biggest pet peeve was when people tapped me, it was the most annoying thing in the world.

I hesitate, I wasn't sure if I had reservations or not. "Uh, it might be under Edward," I decide to take a guess.

She scrolls through her tablet and clucks her tongue, "Oh yes, for two?" She asks. I nod and she steps away from the desk and begins guiding me through some rows of tables. In a couple of motions, we're in the back corner of the restaurant where she sits me down in a booth with a dark haired male.

"Hello," he greets me elegantly. I take my focus off of the hostess and turn to face Edward, but his name surely isn't Edward.

I gasp, unable to take in who was sitting in the same booth as me. It feels like my stomach had completely dropped, my heart was thudding a thousand miles per minute. "H-Harry?" I stammer.

"Yes, hi," He chuckles, calmly bringing a drink to his mouth to sip. My mouth's still hung open in horror, this was Mason's real father. I pinch my arm to see if this is a dream, when the curly locked boy's still in front of me, I know for a fact that this is real.

"D-do you remember me?" I wasn't able to control the words spilling out of my mouth. I felt like hitting myself in the head right after I said it though, of course he didn't!

"Should I?" He asks me, confusion in his tone.

"Um... No. Of course not." I reply back, fumbling with the utensils that were laid out in front of me, I couldn't dare to look him in the eyes. When I looked at him, I saw everything I've been hiding. The memories came flooding back into my brain, causing me to feel dizzy and untamed.

"Are you okay?" He hovers his hand above mine and then gently places them on my shaking palms. "Why are you shaking?"

I try to speak but nothing comes out, Harry's sitting right across from me and he doesn't remember who I am. He doesn't remember the intimate moment we shared where we created a beautiful child together, he was too drunk that night. A little part of me was hoping that somehow he still had a memory of me since that night, but seeing him now makes me realize that shouldn't be a thought in my mind anymore.

Harry, my child's actual father, doesn't know who I am.

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