Lucas When she mentioned Catherine, though I was shocked she called her my fiancée, I knew that she must have said that to still place herself in a higher position. The dots started to connect, I understood everything now. I understood why she had refused to pick up my calls, nor reply to my message, why she sneaked out from the agency, avoiding me. She must have spoken to Catherine today. A strong anger rushed through my system. I imagine what she had told her, with the number of words she said in a minute I bet she doesn’t even remember she had told Helen such a thing. I decided to remain quiet, but it hurts me more when she cried. I must do something to make her feel better, to make sure that she has the same happiness she had in the morning. She didn’t stop asking questions at a point I couldn’t handle it any longer. I clarified to her. “I am not Catherine's fiancée and I will never be, I don’t have any intention of dismissing you before the contract expires. That’s why I mad
Helen Throughout that week, I didn’t go to the agency. There were no phone calls from them except on Saturday when the photographer called to inform me of the week shooting on Monday. The day was already bright, fair, and happy. I had no reason not to join the chorus. I looked at the time, and it was much earlier than when I do wake. I thought it was because I slept early the previous night. I stay in bed for an extra hour with the mindset that I will stand up from bed when Lucas was ready to go to work. I noticed that I have not seen him for 4 days now. He doesn’t throw his suit on his shoulder when I wake again. Before I could freshen up and join him downstairs, he has already left. “The job has really gone a better part of him,” I thought to myself. But today was a new week and I have woken up much earlier than usual I waited on the bed, and yet he never showed up. I stood up from the bed and started a walk towards his sturdy. I tried to open the door, but it was locked, I sigh
“Is that how to treat a client? Why are you laughing in front of a client? Is that what you came here to do? What does she want” “I’m sorry ma’am, the lady came and requested to see Mr. Lucas, she claims to be his wife” I turned to see who she was talking to, she jerked at once and her eyes wide open. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Dowell, I am sorry to keep you waiting, Ma’am. Please come this way” I turned to the receptionist, and she was already crying and packing her stuff. “I’m sorry about her attitude ma’am, I will handle her ma’am with your permission” I didn’t know what to say to her. I kept mute, the anger and embarrassment the receptionist gave me had slowly been replaced by shyness. Everyone was still in awe at the reception hall. Some started to murmur and pointed at me. I overheard one of the staff say. “I remember her now, I saw her picture on the day of their marriage.” I didn't say a word again, I turned and followed the lady. On our way, she introduced herself as Diana
Three days have passed since Mr. Philip said Lucas will come back, and he hasn’t he has not for once answered his calls. Since school has not yet resumed, and I only go to the agency twice a week, I mostly spend my day in the house. Today was the dinner party I was invited to by Catherine. I didn’t want to appear dull, like someone who has been mourning the death of a loved one. I decided to hang out with Sandra. I have not seen her since she was discharged from the hospital. It was already 11 am, and I was still in bed. That’s how it happens when I sleep late. I stayed up till 3 pm again trying to reach Lucas. I was surfing the internet when I saw a message popped up on my phone, it was from a strange number. Recently, I have been waking up to see messages from people I don’t know. Most of them are upcoming models that want to know the secret of modeling. I always laugh when I see such a massage, modeling has no secret, if it will even have a secret it’s hard work and practice. Som
“I won’t, I promised” he replied. I canceled everything, and everywhere I wanted to go that day except for the dinner party. It was another blissful day. How funny that I have forgotten about Catherine and believe Lucas's words instead. He didn’t go to work that day, so we stayed together all through, except for the fact that he sometimes had a long call and go to his sturdy at intervals. We were mostly on her phones and I keep showing him my pictures from the internet. He will only smile and say you’re gorgeous. I told him about the dinner party, and he lit up his eyes and asked. “You were also invited?” he told me he had a role to play in the party. I knew it was about Catherine, I didn’t want anything to spoil my mood and most importantly or moment, so I keep mute. He knew what I was thinking, I saw it when he looked at me after he sprang. “Can we go there together?” he asked me with his eyes still on his phone. I curled up my legs on the sofa and smile a bit before I frowned. I
The beauty of the hall got my attention first. The decorations from the outside was one i haven’t seen before. I looked up at the man beside me, he was full of glory, eminence and clemency like every gentle man. It was a suprise to me that i have fallen so quick for his charms. He wasn’t looking down as i stare at him, i wonder how one human being could be this cute. I held him tigher in his arm, every bit of his sweet smell passed through my nose and i breathe in deep, savaoring all of them.He had a gentle face but without a smile. How he managed to keep such personlaity is one thing i don’t know. I remember the same face in his father’s. His face exhibit calmness just like Lucas and instead of talking or ansering he nodds or stare. Perhaps it’s in his family to behave as such. I could see we were a bit late, the room was already filled with people of different caliber. They all showed up in unique and expensive clothes. I was pleased to see top celibrities seated elegantly on their
In the bathroom, I stared at the mirror, trying to reminisce about what had just happened. It was a dream come true, and as such it was something I would be very happy about. I listen to the sound of the water and smile. It was just then I recall that I have been keeping Lucas waiting. My phone beeped that instant and I looked into the screen, just as I suspected, it was Lucas. He must have probably got tired of waiting for me. I hurried the phone inside my back and went out of the restroom. I opened the door and I nearly boomed into him. He looked very uneasy as I watch him. When his eyes meet mine, he exhaled and leaned on the wall. I started wondering if Lucas, which I know as always being tough, could be scared. “What kept you so long,” he said between breaths. I looked into his eyes, it was beaming, like someone who had found his lost gem. For a minute I felt like laughing, but I held back the laugh and smiled instead. “What were you thinking, I was using the restroom, of cou
Lucas Being with her is one thing I can’t discipline myself to stop. All through my stay in the UK, her voice has been the only voice I really wanted to hear, her scent had lingered in my nose, and I smell her all day. I would have not traveled so suddenly if not for the fact that I couldn’t help. I had these strange feelings after I had picked Helen up at her mum’s place. One feeling that I have never felt before. I felt my legs heavy and my joints cracked like the tendons were replaced with a knot. Then, the intense fever and dry throat set in. I managed to go out in search of her when I couldn’t get in touch with her. I didn’t know that it was a mistake, I would have listened to my body and called the doctor that night, but I decided to take the risk by calling him the next morning. It was at midnight that I felt my life draining out of me, I was weak and for the first time, I was helpless. I managed to walk downstairs and Mr. Jones was already waiting in the sitting room. He q