True Love Wish ... Was it really worth it? (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 2 - The Proposal

It looks like a brown wild flower, painted there by some lunatic artist high on some drugs. This makes her laugh a little and for just a tiny moment she actually forgets that's it is a brown gooey mess of the chocolate mousse.

"Babe..your dress!" Stanley screeches in a very uncharacteristic manner.

Twinkle looks up and sees his shocked face.

Really! I just had my heart broken by him and all he cares is about this stupid dress?

She angrily gets up ready to slap him hard across his stupid surprised face when rough hands grab her shoulders firmly from behind her and make her sit down.

"Cool down ...it is just a dress. I will order two in its place. Just don't get up!" she hears a commanding voice and the hands let go of her. Twinkle has never been the one to follow orders so naturally she does the opposite of what she is told and directs her pent up anger towards the man who thought he could control her.

She turns and faces a huge, well toned chest of a man who was clearly a head taller than her despite her heels. She tries to look into his dark brooding eyes. "Listen you..don't tell me what to do! I don't want your pity or your dresses.."

"Mr. Henderson.." butts in Stanley just then. She would have ignored him if she didn't catch the worried way Stanley had called out his name.

"Stanley...I was discussing earlier this evening about your contract with your new manager..."

"Sir...Please can we talk about this later? This is Twinkle..." Stanley hesitantly introduces her.

She catches the look exchanged between the two and it finally clicks. Stanley took her out on this lavish date not to propose but to tell her about his acceptance of Hendersons proposal.

She feels like smacking her head and calling out horrid names to Stanley but instead sends a chilling glare in Solomon Henderson's direction and takes a step closer so as to appear as threatening as she can appear to his good 6'4 inch height.

The magazines don't do justice to his tanned aristocratic handsome face. He should have been a King! In fact he would have made a rather sexy King.

What am I even thinking! I have a boyfriend. Rather had a boyfriend till this stunner lured him into his trap?

Her heels land on something and she loses her footing.

Involuntarily she lets out a scream in plea of someone actually catching her mid way so as to break her fall.

Too late! She lands roughly on her butt. Solomon bends down and looks at her feet with deep concern.

Oh! Maybe he is checking if I have broken my ankle. How sweet! Maybe he is not as bad as people or even I make out him to be.

"I know you will not like this. But I need your sandal," Solomon casually slips off her sandal and starts fiddling with the heel.

"You have a fetish for sandals!" she spats out not bothering to control her temper or her deep breaths. The fall was not as bad as she assumed initially all thanks to the plushy carpet. Still she was on a floor for God sake and this man was busy in exploring her sandal! She was sure she looked like some angry dragon just then waiting to breathe fire on him. If only it was possible, she actually would have.

Solomon raises his eyebrows at her in an amused manner and shows her the heel.

"No, I do not. As you can see, my best friends ring is caught on your heel. He really has to propose to his girlfriend tonight. It was meant as a surprise but as you can see for the past few minutes almost everyone has seen you in action and the ring has barely escaped your wicked temper."