I receive a text from Arden asking if I want to go to dinner with him. I tell him I can't because I'm busy, that's my excuse. I haven't seen him or had any contact with him in forever and I still don't fully trust him.
I decide to FaceTime with Ryen to ask her some questions about Arden because she's worked for him a lot in the past. That's how I met Ryen, through Arden in that one photoshoot at the Aria.
"Do you ever see Arden as the villain?" I ask her.
"No, why?" Ryan asks. Maybe she's protective over him.
I tell her about my dream, my nightmare, I had and she gives me the same line everyone does, "it's just a dream." But I do believe dreams have hidden symbolic meanings that are valid to a person's life. After talking it a bit out with her, I feel better that I talked with her. That doesn't mean I'm going to trust him all of a sudden. I just don't want to ever bring him up again. Sorry, but if my shadow self or subconscious is telling me something, then maybe it is right.
"Babe, are you ready?"
"For what?" I look back at him.
"Your next surprise." He answers like if I asked a stupid question.
I exit the door and I see Aiden's classic toile monogram trolley Yves Saint Laurent luggage ($3,990) and my ivory Prada runway duffel bag ($2,445). "What's this?" I ask.
"Our engagement trip."
"Wait, that's a thing?" I ask.
"Yeah, I don't know."
"We're actually having an engagement trip?! Oh my God, you're such an asshole!" I playfully slap him, smiling. "Wait, we're leaving right now?"
"Yes." Aiden answers like I asked a stupid question. "Well, the luggages are here and ready for a reason" is the face he gives me. He grabs me by my arm like the little bitch he is and pulls me down the stairs, us carrying our luggage.
"This is all you packed me?" I ask, astonished at how light my cargo is.
"The rest is already at our destination." Aiden smirks.
"Oh." I say.
ON THE PLANE it's him and I and I have an inkling that we won't be the only ones at this engagement trip wherever it may be. Oh god, I'm so excited I could just piss everywhere.
The second I can see what our destination is, I freak the fuck out.
"Oh my God! You chose Dubai?! Aiden, fuck. Why do you do this to me?!" I laugh and kiss him.
"Because I love you too much."
"And what kind of gift have I ever given you, Aiden? Nothing. I've never given you a gift."
"You gave me the gift of you."
"Fuck that."
We enter our suite in Burj al Arab and we are greeted with six men carrying rosé and champagne smiling at us.
"Holy shit, I feel like royalty."
"Because you are royalty. You are more precious than gold, babe." He kisses the back of my hand.
I take a huge chug out of a glass of rosé and I didn't realize I needed it until I feel it land on my large intestine.
Hoky fuck, our suite is so majestic. It's not my style at all, but holy fuck is it beautiful. I can't even imagine how expensive this place is. We're in Jumeirah, also known as the Beverly Hills of the Middle East.
