Accidentally In Love

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Bridget Fletcher - or should I say Williams now that she's married and all - still had that unmistakable image of being perfect. Her hair style was impeccable, her clothes neatly ironed and flawlessly fitted, make up done like a professional and her teeth straight and sparkling, over all there was nothing about her you could fault.

It was this faultlessness that had me admiring her when I was younger, the confidence in the way she carried herself, her perfect manners and charm, along with the intelligence that had made her class valedictorian made Bridget seem like the ideal role model. It was only now that I started to realise how wrong I had been.

Bridget was just like Christian in a way.

There was a haughtiness to her that just couldn't be ignored, especially in the way she managed to look down her nose at others, me included. She had a way of making you feel as though you hadn't met her expectations, even though you were unaware there had been any, it was this unworthiness that had people intimidated, which gave her the power.

There were only a few people I had ever met that I had seen have this effect on others; one was my Father so it definitely wasn't a good trait to have, let alone use.

"Look at you all grown up." Bridget continued saying as a way of greeting. "I didn't think I would ever see you around here again."

It took me a moment to respond, a moment that I decided I wouldn't back down to her. "I didn't think I would ever be back."

"Especially in these circumstances, I suspect." Her eyes seemed to trace down me, evaluating me in a way that had me feeling self-conscious. "Lucky woman, able to catch Chris off guard."

"Not sure if I would call myself lucky for that."

A tight smile formed on her lips. "Of course not." She replied in a voice that clearly told me she didn't believe a word I had said.

My eyes narrowed then, I wasn't sure what I felt at her insinuation but offended seemed to fit nicely. Did she think it was a great honour bestowed upon me when Christian decided I was going to be his wife during his drunken revelry?

She clearly had a warped sense of reality if that was the case. Christian was far from perfect, yet from what I could tell of Bridget so far she seemed to think the sun shone out of his arse. Christian was no angel, and she was probably even further from it than him.

Am I supposed to feel privileged I'm now in this position? My family hating me, homeless and broke with nowhere to go and no job to help me out of it, whilst being married to a man I hate, was this how every woman was supposed to picture her married life?

I dearly hoped Bridget's own married life was far better than the one I had endured so far, though maybe that might explain her attitude.

"Can we eat now? I'm starving." Oliver's voice suddenly broke in causing Bridget to look away from me and towards her youngest brother.

Fortunately, I wasn't placed close to Bridget at the dinner table, though it took considerable effort to ignore her scoffing after every sentence I spoke. She was obviously under the impression that I had planned my marriage to Christian, however ridiculous that was, and nothing I said would sway her from that belief.

Why had I agreed to come to this stupid family dinner in the first place?

It wasn't until after dinner that the big confrontation came to head. I had excused myself from the parlour to use the bathroom; clearly not long after I had left Bridget used the same excuse.