CHAPTER EIGHT
I officially wanted to create a voodoo doll with Drake's face on it and then stab it with a thousand push pins.
Actually, let's forget about that. I may be overreacting, but I can't help but feel a strong dislike towards Drake for abruptly leaving me.
Yesterday, he displayed disrespectful behaviour, frequently smirking and claiming ownership over me. However, I never anticipated that at 2:50 am, he would abandon me on his private jet plane, leaving behind a note stating his absence until the wedding.
I keep a solemn expression as the saleswoman hands me the gown I'm about to try on. I fully appreciate its beauty. It radiates from the Swarovski stones sewn throughout the fabric. Its skirt emanates mermaid fins that hug the knees and embrace the ground gently. It also has a floral design on the chest area and see-through arm sleeves, perfect for the train veil longer than my patience.
"Ms. Smith, you should try this on to see if it fits perfectly," a gentle and considerate voice said.
I disregard her statement and focus on the couple standing before me.
They were both brunettes, and the girl had captivating eyes that shone as she spun around in front of the mirror, radiating confidence in her natural beauty. Meanwhile, an attractive man sat on the sofa, his hands resting under his chin, gazing at the girl with an expression that conveyed how fortunate he felt.
I am filled with admiration for her.
Drake's gaze towards me is devoid of depth or emotion as if I am merely a passing sight to him.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself, wondering what had become of my life. It feels as if it happened just yesterday. I used to be a typical teenage book enthusiast who adores coffee, but now I find myself in this boutique, feeling quite out of place.
This may serve as a reminder to be cautious when trusting certain individuals.
"Excuse me, but you have a phone call," the sales lady said, her voice filled with uncertainty.
When I looked at the caller ID, I was not even surprised.
Of course, it's not Drake.
It's Martha, one of the housekeepers.
"Yes?" I responded with a sullen voice.
"Ms. Smith, the school's principal requests that you pick up the necessary paperwork today for your entire week of absence," she said.
I sighed. Indeed, I will not be able to attend school next week due to the upcoming wedding preparations. It's quite an exciting event to envision. I'm in New York, juggling a hectic week of event planning and coordinating decoration themes. Meanwhile, Drake is off in Italy, engaging in activities that are shrouded in mystery.
"Sure, I'll be at school." I finally spoke up, ending the call.
I express my gratitude to them before rising and heading towards the waiting vehicle.
ONE WEEK LATER
"See, I mentioned before that Drake isn't completely serious about her..."
They couldn't contain their laughter as they quietly exchanged words, making their amusement quite evident.
They continue whispering to each other, and I bite my lip, trying to avoid causing a scene that could further damage my already tarnished reputation. I take a moment to tidy up my locker, ensuring it's secure to prevent any potential acts of vandalism or unpleasant surprises when I return.
