Just My Cup of Tea

seven

True to Alexander's words, a driver had come on the fifth day at 7 in the evening to escort me to the airport. He looked young, probably 25 or 26 and helped me get my luggage into the car. I decided to step out into the beach one last time before I left. 

My 5 days in Hawaii had gone in a blink of an eye and I fulfilled the promise I made to myself, by having the time of my life despite the loneliness. After getting off the phone with Allison, I spent the next hour planning each and every day for my visit, booking tours and reservations at restaurants and I even went down to the receptionist to ask her if she knew some places I just had to visit. 

I visited the Waimea Canyon, watched the Old Lahaina Luau in Maui, embarked on a helicopter tour Oahu, snorkelled through turtle canyon and even went for a diving with sharks. I got enough sundresses and Hawaiian food to last Allison a month and managed to sport a luscious tan as well. 

So while it was probably not the best honeymoon thanks to the lack of my "significant other", it was still one hell of a great vacation. The only thing I regretted was not having any company, but luckily for me, I managed to make plenty of new friends along the way who laughed and cried and joked with me all the way through. 

The driver, whose name I had come to learn was Ross, drove us to the airport before helping me into Alexander's private jet. The servers inside the jet made for me an amazing seafood risotto and I decided to skip the alcohol, knowing I drank more on the day of my wedding than I had in 20 years. I was never particularly fond of alcohol either. 

Instead I sat by the window for most of the ride sipping on orange juice before eventually nodding off to sleep. I woke to gently being shook by one of the servers with a guilty look on his face. He apologized for not helping me get to bed so I could get a more comfortable rest and claimed he didn't want to wake me. These people were way too sweet. I laughed it off and assured him I had an amazing sleep before thanking him for the risotto and following Ross outside the jet. It was about 7 in the morning and I was quite frankly exhausted. Besides it was way too early for me to function. 

I was offered breakfast in the plane but I hated eating in the mornings -it made me feel sick- and I decided I'd just whip some quick smoothie up when I got back to my apartment. Thus why I was unpleasantly surprised to see we had parked in front of an enormous mansion instead of my small precious apartment building. 

'Um, Ross this isn't my apartment.' I told him, looking out the window at the vast size of the thing. God how many people lived here? 3? 

'I'm sorry Ms Evans...I wasn't aware that you were to be escorted to your apartment.' I turned to blink at him through the review mirror. 

'I was supposed to go back to my apartment wasn't I?' I frowned in confusion. 

'I'm sorry Ms Evans, but Mr Evans instructed me to bring you here. Not your apartment.' I blinked for a moment wonder who the hell this Ms Evans was and why I wasn't aware of her presence in the car before realizing it was me. And then cringing. 

'Call me Millana. Please.' 

'If that's what you want Ms Millana.' I didn't exactly want the "Ms" but I guess I couldn't be too picky. Crinkling my nose I stepped out of the car, and gazed at the enormous work of art. And waste of space. 

It was white and oak coloured with enormous pillars in the front and about a thousand huge glass windows. Biting down my lip, I walked to the door about to press the doorbell but it flung open with my hand hovering over it and in front of me stood an elder woman in her mid 50s who gazed at me like I was the last dodo bird in existence. 

'Uh...hi?' I raised my hand in an awkward wave and before I could register what was happening her arms were around me and she was hugging me tightly swaying side to side as if she couldn't contain her excitement.