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23 - Coming and Going

Chapter 23

Still in your pajamas, you followed Mrs. Cosimo to the foyer with a sick feeling growing in your gut. Angel followed close behind. Entering the foyer, you saw Mr. Cosimo happily eating probably his 100th cup of pudding that evening, and two people you had never met. One was a girl, about your age, with her arms crossed over her chest and a horrible glare trained on you. The other was an older man who was anxiously rubbing his hands together.

“Ms. LN,” said Mrs. Cosimo. Both you and the girl perked up, then the girl glowered at you. “I would like to introduce you to Mr. Hiram LN and his daughter, Ms. Miranda LN.” That sick feeling in your gut plummeted. You weren’t sure what was going on, but you knew it wasn’t good.

“Um… hello-”

“Shut up!” exclaimed Miranda bursting to her feet. “You con artist! You liar! You bitch! You tried to steal my fiance and my life and you thought we wouldn’t find out, huh!? Well guess what, toots, your plan failed! Now I’m taking back my life and you’re going to burn in hell for what you’ve done!”

“Stop!” exclaimed Angel, taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers. A blush burst on your face. “Mother, Father, what is the meaning of this?” Mrs. Cosimo looked expectantly at her husband, but was disappointed when he didn’t move an inch to explain. She groaned and turned to her son.

“Angel, baby, your fiance you were supposed to marry is Miranda. Not… her.” She was clearly disgusted by you and more than happy that you weren’t the girl his son would marry.

“Mother, but I-”

“Cornelio, don’t you think we should call the police on Ms. Wrong LN? She did trick our family after all and attempted to steal hundreds of thousands of dollars from us by marrying our son, and she tried to impersonate Ms. Miranda LN!”

“I agree!” exclaimed Miranda. “She should pay for her crimes!” You were shaking and on the verge of crying. Angel was still holding your hand, so he could tell you were scared.

“I swear, I didn’t mean to try and impersonate anyone! I tried to say I wasn’t the girl but Angel-” You protested.

“Don’t you dare try and blame this on my son, you criminal! Take responsibility for your actions!”

“Mother!” exclaimed Angel. The tension in the room was growing exponentially with every word shared between the families. “Leave YN alone, okay?” With all of the arguing, neither you nor Angel seemed to realize how he was defending you. “I did make her come with me, okay? She didn’t have much of a choice, so-”

“Silence everyone!” Mr. Cosimo thundered, making everyone in the room shake in fear and then fall into trembling silence. “Corinna, do not pressure the poor girl! If she says it was a misunderstanding, then it was a misunderstanding! We shall send her home to Goding. Are we… clear-” He clutched his chest in pain and fell to the couch with a groan. Mrs. Cosimo raced to her husband’s side.

“W-What’s happening?” you asked Angel, tightening your grip on his hand.

“Father has a heart condition,” he said solemnly. “He has maybe months to live.” He looked down at you with a desperately pleading look in his eyes. “That’s why we’re supposed to get married so quickly.”

Miranda pulled Angel away from you, causing him to let go of your hand so you didn’t fall down.

“Angie, aren’t you happy!? I’m happy! I’m really happy! We’re getting married soon and everything is going to be fine! Right?” Angel had never wanted to slap a woman more in his life. But he didn’t. He knew that was an ungentlemanly thing to do.

“Ms. LN,” he said in a cold voice. He hated referring to her by your title. You were the only LN that mattered to him. “My father has heart troubles. Perhaps this isn’t the best time to try and win me over.” She pouted like a whining baby.

“Fine,” she mumbled. Mrs. Cosimo turned to you.

“Back your bags, Ms. LN,” she said, a smug smirk on her face. “You’re going home.” In your head, you were celebrating and crying at the same time. You couldn’t see Whitney again… but on the bright side, you were going home!

You did as you were told and went to your room, stuffing all your clothing that was originally yours into the small bag you had brought. After everything was packed, you went to the living room. Angel looked to you with a desperate expression. Both Miranda and Mrs. Cosimo glared at you with a smug smirk.

“I’ll take her to the airport,” offered Angel.

“No!” Miranda nearly shouted. “You have chauffeurs for a reason, Angel. You don’t need to concern yourself with a peasant like her anymore.” You felt your heart drop, remembering how this was gonna go. How you always knew it would go.

You were nothing to them. You always were, and you always would be.

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