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Chapter 49 : Suck It Up Or Forget Me

There were so many typical rich people with their façade on, chatting to each other like they were soulmates, but in reality, most of them were back stabbing bitches and I even caught some of them snickering behind their so called 'best friends.' Most of the ladies were attached to a questionable men dressed in suits and both kinds were engrossed in flirty conversations.

Every little thing looked expensive and was made from fine jewels, gems and the best material. From carpets that looked like they were bought directly from the middle east and the cream coloured walls without a single crack, this place was magnificent. I heard the old, rich owner of this estate loudly boast about the massive crystal chandelier that was suspended from the ceiling and I was getting paranoid that it would fall any second.

No man approached me and that just lowered my self-esteem. It was because of how scary I appeared in that dress and smudged makeup, sitting in a dark corner and surreptiously stuffing food so Clark wouldn't notice me. After eating so much that I could barely walk, I went over to a friendly bunch of old ladies with cats and joined them in their table.

"You look like a ghost," one old lady remarked honestly and I laughed in self-pity. "You're the one with that young billionaire kid, aren't you?"

"Oh yes, she's the one," another old lady replied before I could and I nodded.

"Well, you look terrible. You looked much better in telly. Here, take these tissues and wipe whatever you're wearing." The old lady handed me tissues with some kind of liquid in it and I quietly wiped my makeup.

Their faces lit up. "See, you look better now! I can already see some young blokes glancing your way!"

"Pfft, they're looking at me," I heard a familiar, sassy voice and it was none other than my dear grandmother.

"Of course," I muttered under my breath and flashed a tight smile while that old hag mirrored my expression.

She looked slightly tanned from her trip to Hawaii and I was surprised that she returned so soon.

"Honey, is something wrong with you and your boyfriend?" another old lady asked and I shrugged. All of the ladies looked exactly the same, dressed in pale outfits and drowning in pearls. "He's been staring at you for so long with a certain kind of . . . sadness."

I took a sly glimpse of Clark who quickly averted his eyes to the glass of water in his hand [he had quit drinking after that incident] He slowly drank the water when he knew that I had caught him staring at me. He awkwardly looked at the empty glass for a while and then placed it on the counter. Some women threw him flirty glances, but he ignored them and quietly went over to a group of men. Phew . . .

"Here honey, drink this---"

"No, I don't drink," I denied while tearing my gaze away from Clark. "I don't like the taste of alcohol."

"It's just wine, it would do no harm. It's the best quality too, you'll enjoy it." She handed me a glass full of wine. "And tell us what happened between you two? You'll feel lighter and much better," the old lady suggested (more like insisted) and I sighed dramatically.

I told them what all had happened between Clark and me the day before yesterday and the bunch of kind, old ladies poured me some more wine while telling how bad they felt for us. My dear grandmother was quietly listening while coolly sipping tea and she snorted after hearing that I was trying to change for better.

"You shouldn't change for any boy," my grandmother opined and I scowled.

"Unless I want to end up like you, of course I got to change!" I retorted and she glanced at her manicured nails.

"Well, well . . . At least, I'm happy being the way I am," she said as a matter of fact and everybody present at the table nodded vigorously in agreement. She smiled triumphantly and continued, "Are you happy now?"

I bit my lip in frustration and I knew that she had a valid point. I wasn't happy, in fact, it was quite the opposite. All I wanted to do was change into ripped jeans and my brother's t-shirt, put on some nice, upbeat music and dance till my legs gave out. I wanted to shamelessly eat more without hiding in a corner and talk freely with people.

"Tell him you won't change," my grandmother encouraged as if reading my thoughts. "Tell him that he has to accept you the way you are. Tell him to suck it up or forget you."

"I-I . . . " I stuttered and the ladies poured me more wine. I chugged down the liquid and placed the glass on the table with a loud thud.

"Go on, tell him what you feel." My grandmother nudged me with her sharp elbow and I winced.

I asked dubiously, "Right now?"

"Yes."

"Like now, now?" I asked again, unsure of what to do.

"Hell yes! Get up and let all your bottled up feelings out," she said energetically and when I hesitated, she muttered, "Pussy."

"Hey!" I felt new energy surge throughout my body. "I'm not a pussy! You just wait and watch, old bitch!"

I shot up from my seat and sprang to my feet. The old hag smirked in satisfaction and I smirked back. I took one, last, long sip of the wine and yelled, "Hey! You!" All heads turned towards me, including Clark's. "Yes, you! You sexy piece of shit! Yes, I'm talking to you Brownie dear!"

I could see Clark curse under his breath while all the others present there started to whisper and gasp. I clapped my hands loudly, drawing everybody's attention and silencing them.

"I hate you, Brownie! I hate you for telling me to change! I hate you for turning me into this little . . . "

"Pussy," my grandmother said.

". . . Pussy! I hate you for doing this to me! But hear me out properly and clearly, I won't change! I won't change for any man or w-woman! You got to suck it up or-or forget me!"

"Georgia," Clark growled and strode towards me. He caught my arm and hissed, "Let's go."

"But . . . but---"

"No," he cut me off and swept me off my feet while I hurled abuses and trashed in his arms.

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