The Heart Of Ace

Chapter 6

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"I hate anyone calling me Robbie." Robert stated. We were in an art gallery. I wanted to go and I dragged him along with me.

"You always insist that I call you Robbie." I was curious. I looped my arms through his. He stared at our joined hands and slowly looked up to me.

"You are different. You are not just anyone." I blushed and looked away. "You do not call me like that with disgust."

Disgust? Someone looked Robbie with disgust! The surprise and anger on my face might have looked funny because he started chuckling and then shook his head.

"If I did not know better, I would have thought you were in love with me." He teased.

I gasped and pushed him off. "Well you don't know everything, then." I mumbled.

Love? Was I in love? It would be amazing to be his lover. He was confident, funny, charming and... I blushed.

I was not sure if he heard me but he pulled me closer and stared deep into my eyes.

Was he going to? He had the gorgeous set of grey eyes and was so lost in them.

"Come on." He whispered and payed for the painting I bought.

I felt funny that night trying to sleep.

"Are you listening to yourself, JANICE?" I was jolted awake from my daydream.

No, not daydream. Memory.

Memory? I was not hundred percent sure. My mind was playing tricks, after...after... NO.

"I cannot believe you!!!" Aunt Marie was trying her best not to shout. With all the guests roaming around, it was understandable.

We- Aunt, Janice, mom and myself- were having a family discussion as Aunt Marie kindly put it.

The reason for discussion was Janices' sudden decision to change her bridal gown.

The wedding was in two days. She had signed all the papers that came with the purchase, stating she was completely satisfied with the dress and they would not accept any returns. Alteration, yes, but no returns.

But some other dress from some other boutique apparently caught her eye. Maybe if it was from the same boutique it would not have been such a hassle.

Janice was crying and screaming. Aunt was not budging at all.

The new gown costed 55 K and given that the first gown was around 40 K did not make this easier.

All I wanted to do was to inform them that I was leaving for college that evening. I could not bear myself to stand here and help with the marriage preparation.

I was miserable before but now I could not stand to see myself in the mirror.

I did not belong here. It could wait now; I did not want to add more to this drama.