Fateful Incident: Destiny [On Hold]

Act V: Cafe Scandal

ACT V

I shifted position on my bed. Its past midnight but I still couldn’t get some sleep. I know it’s not because I am over caffeinated but because from over thinking the past events from the last 23 hours.

                Sooner or later I have to make a decision. To say “yes” or “no”, I keep on thinking about that until I drifted off to sleep.

                When I awake that morning, my father was patiently waiting at the Dinning table with my mother uncomfortably sitting with him.

                His expression hardens when he saw me entering the Dinning room. “Coffee, young lady?” my personal maid asks when I was seated on my usual spot—beside my mother. I curtly nodded.

                I was startled when my father throws in front of me the news tabloid he’d been holding when I entered the room.

                What the— in front of the tabloid was the headline, “Heiress caught kissing a man in a coffee shop: cheating on his fiancé?”  I gasped. My grip tightens on the news paper. A blown up picture of what happened at the café yesterday stared back at me.

                “I swear—“I started to explain but was interrupted by one of the housemaid. My father raises his hand to silence me.

                “Señor, tumawag po yung guard sa guard house may naghahanap daw pong lalaki sa inyo,” she handed the phone to my father.

                “Let him in,” he shortly said after hearing what the man at the other line said. His gaze settled on me. Almost boring a hole in my face. My mother softly grasps my hand lying on my lap. She gave me a motherly smile when I looked at her.

                Gosh, I hope that someone isn’t one of those men I had kissed yesterday. One day of annoyance and embarrassment is enough.

                Several moments later, a familiar stature appeared in the Dinning room archway. I surprisingly stand from where I am sitting.

                Pointing a finger at him, “Oh, merde! C'est des conneries, Va te faire foutre, trouduc!" I cussed in French

“Sydney!” scandalized my mother put my hand down. Standing before us was the man caught by the Paparazzi stealing a kiss from me. My father gave me a warning look as if to say, ‘Watch your language, young lady!’

“What are you doing here, young man?” my father asked in an authorative tone.

“I’m here to clear things up, sir!” he raised the newspaper he’d been holding all the while.

“So, you really are that man?” he nodded.

“What’s your name?” my mother asked.

                “Gilbert… Gilbert Castillo, madam!” he blurted to my astonishment. My father seems not to be fazed by this. On the back of my mind something’s saying that he already knew who this man is before he even said his name.

                “Are—are you sure? Is that really your name?” my mother asks, not convince.

                Instead of answering, he removed the dark sun glasses he’s wearing. I gasped when our gaze met… that same eyes at the door step gave me a challenging look. I gulped. Please, don’t let him be that fiancé… please!

                His hand shifted to his long blonde shoulder length hair. His black clean cut hair was revealed when he removed the wig. I finally saw the smirked he’d been hiding when he removed his beard.

                “You conneries mongrel!” I can’t help myself from yelling at him. He had fooled me… this stupid arrogant!

                My father gave me another look. “Why don’t we seat down?” my mother silently said. I stubbornly stomp my feet before taking my seat again. My arrogant fiancé sat across me giving me a full view of his mocking grin. He clearly knew I am his fiancée and he even hadn’t told me his that mongrel at the café.

                “Explain all this nonsense, young man!” my father ordered and he immediately obliged.

                “When I went home from Italy after my apprenticeship there the Paparazzi hasn’t stop from pestering me. So, I decide that I should disguise myself to get away from the annoying reporters. It’s so happened that yesterday I met Miss Shelton at the café without knowing she’s my fiancé until that afternoon that she paid me a visit—“

                “You went to his house?” my mother interrupted disappointedly looking at me.

                “Yes, madam!” the arrogant beast answered for me.

                “Why?” my mother seems to be so concerned about this. Ah, she’s so conservative. What a mother hen.

                “She wanted to cancel the wedding,” again my fiancé answered before I can even open my mouth.

                “No wedding would be cancelled! You two will have an engagement party by tomorrow and you should explain to the reporters being invited about this,” my father said pointing at the news paper.

                I sighed. Defeated! When he’s using that tone, no one can say no even Kuya Simeone… if only he was here…