Chapter 19 EVERYTHING IS A DISASTER
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"Come here, Tessa." She gestured for me to come closer. I brace my heart and then walk towards her, curious about what she needs to talk with me about.
I sit on the sofa beside her, Miss Ann picks up a phone that is placed neatly at the side table and calls someone, "Come to my room."
I wait patiently and soon an old woman who looks the same as my mother's age comes over and bows down her head respectfully to us both, "Miss Celine, meet Andrew's bride, Tessa."
The woman greets me politely, "Hello."
"Tessa, dear, meet our old butler, Miss Celine. From now on, she will help you with everything. You will call her to your room as soon as you wake up, dear. And the rest she will handle." Miss Ann commands softly and all I could say is, "Oh." my mouth is still in an "O" shape when Miss Ann orders her a few more things to do in my presence.
"Tessa, she will take you to your room." Miss Swan tells me and I immediately close my mouth as I nod my head.
But before I would stand and leave with her, I decide to ask her about Andrew's cold behavior towards me. "Uhmm… Actually Miss Swan…" I begin and she chuckles immediately, "You are family now, Tessa. Call me Ann." She says lovingly and I squeeze out a smile still feeling a bit nervous about what I am going to ask her.
Seeing my hesitation, Miss Swan dismisses Miss Celine and then looks at me, "Say it, dear. Don't be scared." She says softly and her tone is somehow comforting as it eases my nervousness and I begin, "Is Andrew unhappy with this marriage, Ann?"
I look at Ann's expression carefully but she looks the same as before. "Did Andrew say anything to you, Tessa?" She asks and I shake my head. He barely talks to me.
"He… He is very much distant from me…" I tell her, shrugging.
"Oh, so, this is it all about." She takes a long sigh and then starts explaining, "Tessa, Andrew has been a very private person and after our parent's death, he has become very quiet. It's not that he is unhappy but…. It's just he needs some time to get settled in this marriage. I would advise you to be patient with him, he hasn't accepted you, for now, it'll take some time and surely then he would be all yours." Ann holds my hand and advises me, I smile back at her, if there is really no other reason than this then I would definitely stay patient and try my best to understand him and not force him into accepting this marriage. Let him take his time.
"I will try my best to win his heart." I tell her and she smiles with pride, "I knew I have made the right choice. Go, Miss Celine is waiting for you outside." She informs me and giving her a polite nod I leave her room.
Miss Celine was waiting for me at the door, seeing me coming over, she lead me to the elevator and then pressed button 3. So, my room is on the third floor. I follow Miss Celine quietly, this floor has six rooms I guess.
She takes me to the fourth room. She opens the door wide and a strong smell of roses hit my nose, It makes me feel refreshed and relaxed as I walk inside curiously and then I freeze immediately.
The room is larger than life, too huge, it has a separate area of sitting with a sofa set and coffee table, there is also a bookshelf at the side and a big chair that must be for reading.
As I walk more into the room I see a huge bed, with a long bench, The whole floor is filled with roses, even the bed is decorated with beautiful flowers, and there I see written "Happy Valentine's Day." I smile, Did Andrew do all this?
"Who decorates the room?" I ask, Miss Celine hoping she won't disappoint me with the answer but I did get disappointed as she replies truthfully, "Miss Swan had arranged people to decorate your room."
Oh, my face falls with disappointment, but still, no matter who decorates it at least someone in this house has considered my feelings.
"Here, you can change your wedding dress and sleep in this." Miss Celine hands me a silk white nightie, the fabric is too smooth and soft. "Or you can wait for Andrew to come over," she tells me with a wink and I smile shyly.
Definitely, I will wait for my husband.
"Ok, then I'll take my leave dear, the number 3 is for me, 2 is for the kitchen, 1 is for the guards, 4 is for Andrew's study, 5 is for the Gym, 6 is for laundry and 7 is for Ann's room." She tells me and for a moment I feel like I am not in the house but in a hotel.
She opens the right door in my room and shows me a walk-in closet, another door is beside the closet that is the washroom. There is also an attached door inside the washroom that goes straight to the closet.
"If you need anything dear, press 3." She reminds me before leaving.
I look at the decoration in my room, it looks so beautiful and pleasing to my eyes. I walk to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and look out of it. The moon is shining bright in the sky with a layer of multiple twinkling stars beside it.
Before I used to see that moon from the small window of my room and as now I stand here looking through a large window I feel nothing but fear, I think, because I am feeling a bit restless.
This change was supposed to be a good change but somehow I am not feeling good about it. I have become Tessa Andrew Jack, wife of Andrew Jack. I have conquered my dream so then why I am not at ease? I have dreamed of my fairytale but it is not closer to what happened today.
I close my eyes and lean on the cold glass, imagining our wedding as I have dreamt of. The happy faces of my and Andrew, our passionate kiss, our spontaneous dance, laughs, and giggles.
CRACK…
The sound of the door opening takes my attention and I turn to see my handsome husband walking into the room with the same frown on his face that he had carried the whole day. He looks in my direction and then walks straight into the closet.
After a while, he walks out with a set of clothes in his hand.
BOOM
He slams the door of the washroom and I hear the voice of water running after a while. As usual, the disappointment. I sit on the bench and wait for him patiently.
After a while, he comes out, his hair still wet from the shower but he doesn't seem to care at all. Without even looking at me, he threw the towel on the sofa and walk towards the room while announcing.
"I am leaving, don't wait for me."
"But… Where are you going?" I ask him in a bit louder voice than I expect it to be.
He stops at the door and my breath quickens, F**k, Did I make him angry? But it's my right to know.
"I am going to a friend's place." He replies and before I could say anything, he walks away leaving me alone on our wedding night.
"What the hell?" I groan and then walk out to follow him but as I reach the railing I spot him on the ground floor and soon he fades away from my sight like a wind. I walk back to my room and watch him leave from the window.
The gates close and I lose sight of his car, I sigh, disheartened and disappointed.
I sit on the bed tiredly and curled into a ball. Nothing is going as planned, neither the proposal, the wedding, and our wedding night everything looks like a disaster.
I keep waiting for Andrew but he didn't show up the whole night and at last, I fall asleep tiredly.
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RING… RING… RING…
The phone at the bedside keeps ringing irritating my eardrums, I frown and pick it up while my eyes are still closed.
"He…llo…" I say in a hoarse voice and the anxious voice of Miss Celine comes from the phone, "Ma'am are you awake? In 10 minutes, Miss swan would be down for breakfast."
"Hmm…" This is all I could reply and keeping back the phone, I again fall into a deep sleep but soon someone starts shaking me to wake me up, Oh no, not mom. I think disoriented and then Miss Celine's voice makes me remember my new identity.
"Ma'am please wake up, we have only a few minutes, you need to be at the breakfast table in five minutes." She urges and then pats some water on my eyes.
Finally, I open my eyes and she sighs in relief. "Please take a quick shower." She pushes me to the bathroom and then quickly removes my dress, before I realize what's happening, the cold shower comes on my head and I tremble.
"Ahh…" I scowl unhappily like a kitten who hates water but Miss Celine gives me an apologetic smile and then starts scrubbing my body, she washes my hair, and then quickly wrap me in a towel. I feel like a small baby from her actions.
She quickly dries my hair while I put on my clothes chosen by her. We literally run to the elevator and straight to the dining table. I could smell the delicious smell of food and my stomach growls in hunger.
Walking hurriedly, I didn't realize that I am in heels and suddenly I trip, "F**k…"
As I curse my luck and suppose to hit my face badly on the floor, a pair of strong arms hold my waist out of blue.
