The Price of being Pretentious

Chapter Thirty-three: Party Crash

  Mom visited the hospital this time to take care of some paperwork for my discharge. The only time that monster let me see my mom. She wasn't even there when I spent the whole week in physical therapy. The therapist was amazed by my eagerness to recover. She was a bit disappointed to see me, though, for she expected to leave the country already.

'How could you be so stubborn?!' Mom nagged as she drove me home.

'Mom, please. I explained it already many times that I want to see him before I leave.'

She sighed. 'Thankfully, your dad was not there. But he will be there at the party. Are you ready?'

'Ready to be engaged to someone I don't love?'

'You know I would stop him if I could, right?'

'Yes, mom. I know. But it sucks.'

'I'm sorry, dear.'

I didn't answer. I just stared at the window to hide my tears from her. I wouldn't let it happen. I would stop this ridiculous engagement. Just wait, you monster. I will make you regret that you mess with me. I hope he will enjoy his sleep tonight because after this he won't be able to sleep soundly every night. I could imagine investors pulling out their investments. I smirked at the thought.

I walked into my room that night. I saw a simple white gown beside the dresser. It was beautiful like it was made to make every lady attractive at any event. However, it was sad to imagine that its beauty would be a waste at tomorrow's event. I slammed myself down on the soft bed. I was too tired, but I could not sleep. Forcing myself to sleep, I shut my eyes tight.

The day that we long awaited came. The dreadful engagement party of my misfortune. The venue was enormous. It seems that they were expecting many guests or investors. It would surely look like a business meeting than a party. Scot and I were just one of the decorations here. A bridge for the merging of two companies. I hate the thought that we are just mere puppets for his show. So tonight, we will take down the puppet master or should I say the monster.

I texted the others if they were in position. Everyone replied with the secret code for "Yes". We decided not to use the common words. So we would know if the one communicating with us was an enemy. Scot saw me then escorted me to the waiting room.

'Nervous?' He asked me as he closed the door.

I just nodded to say yes. It was the truth. My heart was racing in nervousness. This is my last shot to gain my freedom. I was too scared to mess this up. I was so lost in thought that I didn't realize someone texted me.

'London, your phone.' Scot said as he tapped my back.

I opened my inbox and tapped the new text from Paris saying,

'Don't be nervous. It will be fine. You look beautiful. The man beside you was lucky to be near you.'

I forgot that he had an eye on each of us.

There was another ring but it wasn't from my phone. It was coming from Scot's phone. He pulled it out from the inside pocket of his suit.

'To what extent will he remind me not to touch? Your boyfriend's possessiveness on you is getting overrated as time passes.' Scot complained.

I shook my head, then laughed. 'Let him be. He's acting crazily stupid sometimes.'

He chuckled. 'Yeah. Because he was so crazy over you.'

His phone vibrated again. 'Now what? Ugh.' He grunted as he operated it. 'Now he's asking what we are laughing about. Really? What's so wrong about laughing together?' Scot looked so pissed as he typed the words.