WHAT COMES AFTER THE END OF THIS

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Yrene's PoV

For some time after the meeting with Chase every breath I take is like a shard of glass puncturing my heart and every smile I give to people is every time a small part of me dies. 

I tell my friends, who by this time, have finally arrived and they are all somewhat supportive about the whole thing but what bothers me most is the line they'd add at the end,

"It's okay at least you have Jason." 

And words like " Your fiancé ", anyhow they try buoying up my mood and for some time it works for I lock the pain away, keeping it at bay for now. 

They give me their gifts one by one and urge me to open them: my parents' second gift to me are a pair of matching emerald green, Gucci lace gloves that I have wanted for so long and I am absolutely loving them and thinking about how I am thankful that I can pair the gala dress with these, obscuring my scars from prying eyes. 

Raymond and Michelle give me a ton of reading books along with a ton of makeup and a dress from Michelle's yet to be revealed collection. Ross, the goof decides to hand me his credit card for a day so that I can knock myself out with whatever I please because he couldn't decide what to get for his "beautiful little sister", his words not mine. J

oss, Katie and Aelin present me with perhaps one of the best gifts that I have received that night, well other than Chase's necklace, they give me several photo frames, all set with pictures of us from the moment I met all of them at various points in life years ago; all in all there are forty five frames and a fairy light string of polaroids. Katie and Aelin separately give me multiple other things too, including perfumes and bracelets. Ah, you must be thinking; rich kids and their money. 

Last of all it is the Dawfield's, they give me a pair of black Jimmy Choo pumps and the devil incarnate clasps a signature golden Cartier band onto my wrist ,which is the one free of Bears diamond band, and tells me that for the rest of my present I have to go up to my room. 

All of a sudden, excitement takes over me and so I oblige him.

 Hiking my dress up from the front I run up the stairs and hurriedly open the door to my room; what I see inside makes my breath get caught in my throat: all around me are white roses, the floor covered with their soft petals and bouquets placed here and there and in the middle of my bed lay two objects.

 One is a comparatively smaller package and one larger than that, I rush to them and open the small one first, it is a crystal embellished Parker ballpoint with my initials marked at the end and in the larger box is a diary, a plain black diary it seems to be at first but it cannot be plain because, obviously, it is gifted by a Dawfield to a Jones and simplicity just isn't the thing you look for in such gifts and, ha! 

There! My eyes flit to the corner and there standing out is the embossed Louis Vuitton sign and my initials in golden.

 Unlocking it's golden lock with the tiny key, I open the diary and on the cover page, in his neat scrawl, are the thoughtful words behind the gift,

"I know your old diary is finishing and I know how much it means to you." As if he knew instinctively what face I would make at the comment he had clarified himself. 

"what? You keep on writing in it! But anyways that one does not have a lock so it can be read by others but this one does because I know that what you write is personal to you and no one, not even me, has a right to pry. So here it is, happy writing Nini Panini!" 

And signed with a cocky 'man of your dreams.'

 I smile at his obnoxious attitude, the heartbreak from before momentarily forgotten.