Bound By Contract

Chapter Eleven

Christina's P.O.V.

Every girl dreams of her wedding, of the man she will spend the rest of her life with, and the special way in which she will be proposed to. I have to admit that like a lot of women, I have thought about it, ever since I was a little girl. But never had I thought it would be with Michael Jackson, at Neverland and in front of so many people. And in front of my parents, for crying out loud. If Michael wanted a wow factor, he certainly got it right now. No one expected this, not even me. There are gasps and commotion among the guests; everyone is in disbelief. Michael's sheer intelligence amazes me; he never misses a thing. He wanted this to be as real as possible, and what better way for it to be real than to actually surprise me with the engagement?

A genuine reaction it is, my face turns bright red as I realize that everyone is staring at me. I can only imagine what is going through their heads. Who is this girl? I try to absorb exactly what is happening. This all happened so fast and my mind is having a hard time keeping up with what is going on. And I am afraid of making a mistake, in front of all these people. He should have told me.

Squeezing Michael's hand in mine in a deliberate knowing gesture, I put my hand to my mouth and nodding I say yes. His eyes light up and he beams a blinding smile at me sliding a large square diamond on my left ring finger. I stare at it in awe, but before I can get a good look at it, Michael jumps up and hugs me tightly. If I didn't know better, from looking at him I would say he was truly happy and excited. I put my arms around him as well, as I start to hear clapping and cheering. The crowd around us starts to close in on us. I look to my left, and see his family in shock. They don't have on a happy face, it seems to me it's more like they've just received bad news. I look quickly to my right, and my family looks like their in shock, but they look frozen; their jaws are still on the floor. Michael turns his face towards my ear and I feel the hot puffs of air when he says loudly over the commotion, "Let's get out of here, fast!"

He grabs my left hand securely and pulls me with force, and we start running towards the main house. He's holding my hand so tightly that the heavy diamond, having fallen to one side, is cutting into my middle finger. Aside from the pain, I can't help but giggle at the fact we are just running away from these people right after giving them the shock of a lifetime. It doesn't seem fair to them, however it does seem like something Michael would do. Luisa looks at us run by in horror. I'm almost out of breath when we reach the back entrance of the main house. Michael bursts out laughing.

"I can't believe we ran off like that," I say breathless, catching on to Michael's contagious laughter.

He puts his hand to his chest, breathing in heavily a few times catching his breath. "Come on, let's go up to my room. No one can get in there." We dash down the wood covered hallway, up the flight of stairs and into the familiar bedroom.

"That was so exciting," he says twirling and falling onto his bed like a boy in a fairy tale.

"That, Michael, was frightening," I say correcting him, pointing in the direction of the incident while closing the bedroom door behind me locking it. I can still hear commotion, and the voices seemed to get louder with each minute that passes.

He laughs. "Why do you say that?"

"You did that out of nowhere," I reply immediately. "You should have at least warned me! I swear I'm still shaking," I affirm, examining finally the painful cut on my middle finger from the heavy ring.

Michael leaned back on his elbows, making himself comfortable on his bed. "I should have warned you? And had you nervous the whole time at the party? That would have been an obvious sign to anyone who is watching closely enough that something was up. I'm sure more that one person would have caught that. Even the smallest detail has to be perfect." He paused, looking up to his high ceiling for a moment. He looks so calm reclining back on his bed, his bright eyes focused on something unknown to me, his smooth ivory skin hugging his pronounced jawbone. He is so handsome.