Consequences

eleven

Ella

The sound of the door bell echoing jerks me awake. Groaning, I stuff my head in the pillow to get rid of the noise. The door bell sounds again so I have no choice but to get up and go.

Cursing whoever it is at the door, I make my way to get it. "What do you want so early in the morning?" I snap at a bald guy in a black suit standing there. My eyes land on the black range rover parked in the drive way behind him.

"Hello. I'm Martin. I'm sorry, Mrs. Smith, but Mr. Smith told me to pick you up at 12," The man says politely but still it feels like a sharp blow. "Ella. Call me Ella," I sternly tell him before inviting him in. I totally don't like the fact that he or anyone else has to call me Mrs. Smith.

We're getting a divorce. Let's not forget that.

Wait. Did he say 12? Dang. It's 12 already? I must've slept in. Again. Sighs.

"I'll be ready in a few minutes. Do you want something? Water, coffee, tea, perhaps?" I ask trying to be as hospitable as I can. Having guests is not a frequent thing for me. I barely invite anyone.

"No, thankyou," he slightly shakes his head while taking a seat on the couch in the living room. Nodding, I make my way back to the room and hurry into getting ready for dress shopping.

I'm ready in 15 minutes, so grabbing my phone and my crossbody bag, I head out to the kitchen to fetch myself a cup of hot coffee.

The moment I gulp down the last sip, I make my way to Martin letting him know I'm ready.

Nodding, he goes out to the car with me trailing behind him and starts the engine, swerving it towards the mall.

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Going through the beautiful dresses, Gray's words to buy something red echoes in my head. Should I buy a red dress? Or should I buy whatever I like?

I guess I can fulfill one wish before divorce. Yeah.

Grabbing few red dresses, I make my way to the try rooms to try them on. "Uh. You'll need to stay here," I tell Martin without entering the small corridor with multiple try rooms.

Although I told him I'll be fine, he insisted on coming with me wherever I went, said it's bosses orders. It felt annoying and weird, him trailing behind me to every corner.

He nods and steps back to a side, respectfully waiting for me. Heading inside the try room, I pull my grey turtle neck sweater off along with the white ripped pants and pull on the first red dress. It has spaghetti straps and is too clingy for my comfort so without a second thought, I pull it off and change into another.

The red silk material of this dress is featuring my skin and is not too clingy. The off the shoulder neck is fine and the silk is flowing down my legs perfectly. Not that bad. Hmm.

Changing into the last scarlet dress, I eye myself in the mirror and cringe at the really deep v-neck. I don't like v-necks. Huh.

Deciding on to buy the second one, I go to the counter to pay the bill but on my way bump into someone, hard enough I almost fell. Almost.

"Ow," I rub my forehead as two strong arms balance me on my heels. "Pardon. I didn't see you there," I hear a deep british accent.

Glancing up at the person, I see big emerald eyes boring into mine. The sharp jaw and the pair of pink lips accentuating his face with black hair falling on his forehead.

"Are you okay?" Martin's voice cut off my train of thoughts. Wriggling out of the man's hold and taking a step back, I nod towards Martin, "Yeah," but the guy once again grabs my attention with his british accent, "I'm really sorry. I was in a hurry."

"It's okay," I give him a genuine smile. To my surprise, he extends his hand for me to take, "I'm Jason." Shaking his hand, I greet him, "Ella. Nice to meet you."

"Such a pretty name for a such a pretty lady," he smiles letting go off my hand. Blood rushes to my cheeks in a matter of seconds. To get rid of the awkward moment of silence, I clear my throat, "I'll get going. I have to be somewhere," and make my way to the counter, the dress, surprisingly enough, still safe in my hands.

"I'll pay," Martin interrupts when I was about to pay for the dress. Before I could argue, he is already holding Gray's credit card to the shopkeeper.

Heading back to the parking, because I already had matching stilettos and jewellery, we walk to the car. Opening the back door for me, Martin slightly bows for me to get in. He jumps in the driver seat and starting the engine on, leads us back home.

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Ignore the typos. I'm too lazy to proofread.

Sorry for the late update. But the next few chaps are gonna be fun tan tan tan.

Oh and btw, upwards is the silk dress Ella chose..... don't forget to vote and comment xo