A ROYAL SURPRISE

🎀Chapter 22🎀

"Love does not dominate, it cultivates"

-Johann Wolfgang Van Goethe

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Friday comes faster than I predicted. And at six pm, I find myself standing infront of my mirror, wearing a maroon coloured dress that clings at the top but flowy at the bottom. I was vouching for a burgundy fitted long sleeves off the shoulder dress, but then I realise that my bump is beginning to get noticeable, and I don't want Gerald to think that I am fat, or that I am pregnant, if he's smart enough, which he is.

I slip my feet into flats, right after my doorbell rings.

"You're early" I tell Gerald, opening the door for him to come inside as I fix my ear rings.

"Yeah. I couldn't wait to see you" he says and I laugh, shaking my head.

After applying some lip gloss, we make it out of the house.

The car ride to the restaurant is silent, Gerald having a driver that takes him around. The perks of being a rich public figure. My whole life, at least the part where Gerald existed, it never felt like he was rich, which is crazy but makes a lot of sense because at the time we acted normal around each other. I treated him as a normal person and so did he do to me. But I guess when you're growing up, both people and things change. 

We arrive at the restaurant a while later, the Friday night traffic doing everything possible to keep us more than just a few minutes. The restaurant is porsche, just like I imagined it to be. An Italian restaurant that has the vibe of rich people who are interested in what others are wearing rather than enjoying their overpriced dinner.

Gerald pulls out my chair for me before I take a seat, and I mutter a "Thank you" to him. The waiter serves us both two glasses of water, and I pick the menu up, my eyes fixated on it, just so I could avoid conversation because I really didn't know what to say.

"Do you eat anything here? Everything is so overpriced and written in a language I don't get" I say to Gerald, going through the menu with a confused look on my face.

"Don't worry. I can order for the both of us?" He asks and I nod, not bothering to strain myself.

"How does pasta sound?"

"Fine with me"

He calls for the waiter, he passes me a smile, one that I return.

"You realise he was flirting with you right?" Gerald asks, his expression hard.

"Uh... no? He simply smiled at me and I returned it. He was just being polite, it's all part of the job isn't it?" I ask and he shrugs, looking away.

I change the topic.

"So did you ever stay in contact with Jean?" I ask, referring to my friend that he chose over me.

Apparently even after the whole debacle, Jean and I were close. Closer than ever. But when we moved away, I lost contact with her and haven't been able to speak to her since.

"Do we really have to talk about this?"

"Its just a simple question Gerald, you don't have to make a fuss" I roll my eyes at him at his attitude.