I'm late. I rush through my morning rituals running crazy. I wash my hair and then let it dry while I pink out the dress I wish to wear today- it's a simple black dress with a cinched-in waist, and my black Louboutin. My bag is a black Kate Spade one- one I've had for a couple years now. I prepare my breakfast- it's just a mango and banana smoothie, and orange juice. By the tie I'm done with this, my hair has almost dried so I use the blow drier and then run my fingers through it to give it some volume. I have always been thankful for my wavy hair- it's a boon.
I keep my makeup basic- light metallic eyeshadow and liner, a bit of the illuminator on my cheekbones, and a terra cotta lipstick- which I also smudge on my cheeks to match. I am rushing and trying to do everything nicely as fast as I can but alas- I screw up with the mascara wand and have to waste a few more precious minutes over it. Why is it that I always make a mistake especially when I don't have time on my hands?!
Its 9 and I'm finally driving away. I make a Bluetooth call from the car- to inform Sarah about the changes for today and ask her to manage. The drive to the place we'll have the meeting is nice and serene. It's actually a 5star hotel- the Radisson Blue franchise. Ann's cousin is living there for the moment. Damn, I realize I hardly knew a thing about the man- me! Who is always so well prepared for everything! I call up Ann and she says that she's almost reached. It only makes me drive faster; thank God there is neither a policeman nor a speedometer. It takes me a total of 25 minutes to reach the destination.
I ask for Miss. Miller at the maître-de counter and am shown the way. Turning around the corner, I see Ann laughing with this man, who's facing away from me. She spots me, and shots, "There she is!"
At that moment, I knew. Even before the man turned around, I knew it. and my heartbeat thundered in my ears. I felt dizzy. And then, I see Ann's eyes widen, as her hand comes up as if to stop me from that far away. "Careful!"
I feel a sudden hot sensation on my arm and I hiss in pain. Looking down, I see the waiter trying to help me; there is utter chaos- the maître-de runs over to me apologizing and the waiter looks like he is almost ready to cry. I hardly register anything over the din, my head still trying to grasp the fact that I'm meeting David today.
Ann steers me towards what is probably the washroom and just before we go, I notice from the corner of my eyes, David looking my way with his typical angry bitch face.
With my hand under the cold water, we realize in the washroom that it was probably nothing-the utter ruckus that was born out this small accident.
"God, for a second I thought 'She's dead'" Ann giggles, settling on the countertop near me.
"Dramatic you" I smirk at her reflection. "I'm almost done here, you should go and give that man company. I need to pee, as well"
"Cool!" she jumps off the counter. "Be quick"
I calm myself and just do the makeup retouch I needed to. Running my fingers through my hair few times, I consider myself ready and walk out- ready to face my former husband. Ann has no freaking idea the shit that is going on.
And so I take deep breaths as I walk towards the table. I try to keep my eyes fixed on Ann's beaming countenance but it does stray to David- and his impassive face. And he stands up when I reach the table and only after I take my sit in between them (It's a 4-seater round table, unfortunately), that he sits down. What the hell was that?
"David, I want you to meet Jennifer Foley, my colleague from work, and also a dear friend. And Jen, this is David Cole, my long-lost cousin!" she beams. This fool has no idea about the whole history- was she buried under a rock at the time?
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Cole"
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In Time
RomanceA discarded past. An ever long search. A woman spurned. A man too arrogant. . . What happens when the past you've worked so hard to forget, catches up to you? Do you act like it didn't happen and move on with the new life you've created? Or do...
