“Yes, I'll take the red dress then”I said, breaking the silence and drawing Dante's attention back to reality.
“Alright then, I'll have it delivered to your address in about an hour. Do you know how to drive?”, he asked.
“Drive? Yes, why?”.
“Take this, there's a grey Maybach parked just beside my black Bentley truck, you can't miss it. Go home, get some rest, long night ahead”. My jaw dropped, he just handed me the keys to a Maybach. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined myself driving a Maybach, atleast not yet. I tried to hide the excitement in me, but it was just too hard to conceal.
“Knock yourself out”, he said laughing out.
“Thank you”.
I hurriedly went to the parking lot and it wasn't a dream, I was going to drive a Maybach home, I wondered what my neighbors would think. I just moved in barely a week already and I'm driving a Maybach? Ohh- well, I deserved a bit of the soft life too.
I was so excited, I had to call Jess on FaceTime to tell her all that happened and she was really excited for me.
“Just be careful and look out for yourself and the baby especially”, she said before hanging up.
I got home and my dress arrived earlier than I expected. I thought of how I'd style my hair and do my makeup and I was really nervous. I knew it was all fake but that was only between Dante and I. I had to give his family the best impression of me.
The day went by really fast and my anxiety increased as time got closer for the big surprise proposal. Wasn't really a surprise to me because I was already informed but I had to act surprised anyways.
I got ready and texted Dante to be sure everything was set up before I got to the location. It was at the beach front. Dante had paid for exclusive access to the beach that evening just for his guests alone.
I got to the location and I was directed by a trail or rose petals leading up to the very spot that was decorated with exquisitely beautiful flowers and lights and balloons and a big sign that said “WILL YOU MARRY ME?”
I walked into the large heart formed with flowers where the trail ended and I had the biggest expression of surprise on my face. Dante was standing there looking extremely hot in a button down shirt that had the top two buttons left open which highlighted his muscular chest and the sleeves folded up which highlighted his very muscular and attractive arms.
The crowd's attention was completely turned to us and everyone went silent as Dante went down on one knee with a ring box in hands.
“Sienna, from the very first day I set my eyes on you, I knew you were my angel sent from heaven. You've been a really amazing girlfriend, you're my best friend and I cannot imagine a single day without you in my life. Going further I want to wake up by your side every morning and walk through life with you all the way, I want you to be the mother of my children and I want you to make me the happiest man in the world if you say yes. Sienna Abigail Monroe, Will you marry me?”
At this point tears was already running freely down my eyes. A very dramatic act you would imagine, but no! Everything reminded me of Marcus, how he proposed to me and promised to stand with me between the heavens and the earth. “Even if our worlds collide, I would be with you always and forever”, those were his exact words. Yet he successfully made my life a mess.
I was caught up in my own world and wishing I could go back in time and do everything differently.
“Psst- Sienna”, Dante called out beneath his breath and I immediately remembered I was in the scene of an act.
“Yes, yes, I'll marry you Dante”, I replied with tears still streaming down my eyes.
He put the ring on my finger and the crowd let out loud cheers and applause. Dante got up on his feet and immediately pulled me into a tight embrace.
“Everything will be fine, you'll be fine”, he whispered in my ear and even though I was certain he was completely clueless of whatever I was going through, I knew I needed to hear those words. They were extremely calming and satisfying at that moment.
“Thank you”, I whispered back into his ear.
“Now wipe your face and smile for the cameras”, he said as he pulled out of the embrace.
And I immediately had to wipe my face and smile. We took a lot of pictures and there were lots of reporters present. Many tried to get a conversation with me but Dante shunned them off ordering them to let me settle down.
He took me off to introduce me to his mother and I was really stunned by how beautiful she looked, even though she was aging. No surprise why he was extremely handsome, most of his features were taken from his mom. She had shiny grey eyes as well.
“Hello beautiful”, his Mom said as she gave me a hug.
“It's so good to finally meet you, my son has told me so much about you and I must say you are extremely more beautiful than he exaggerated.”
I was flattered and I only said thank you with a beaming smile.
Dante's mom tucked my hand in her elbow and urged him to run along and greet his guests.
“Don't worry son, I'll be really good company to Abigail here”, she assured him.
Fun fact my name wasn't even Abigail, Dante just thought his mom would be really impressed if she thought we had the same name. Yes, his mother's name was Abigail.
The door barely clicked shut behind Dante before I turned away, wiping the tears from my eyes as I walked back into the living room. My body was trembling with exhaustion, panic, and confusion all tangled into one tight, aching knot."Sienna," Dante's voice followed gently behind me. "Please… talk to me. What’s going on? Where’s Abigail? Your face looks all puffy and red and your eyes are swollen, why have you been crying?"I didn't respond. I didn't know how to respond. Where would I start from? How do I explain everything that has happened without melting again?He moved closer. "Sienna, talk to me. Let me help you. Please."I turned around sharply, bitterness bubbling over. "No! You don’t just get to show up after everything and act like my savior! Why are you even here now?"His eyes widened, lips parting to respond, but I didn’t stop."You walked away. You didn’t fight for me. You let me walk out of your life like I meant nothing. You stayed gone. And now you’re here, what? To sw
I hurriedly rushed to the babysitter to pick Abigail up. It has been a long day and she would most certainly be exhausted. As the babysitter came out to answer the door and saw me standing there, the look on her face made me a little frightened. She looked like she wasn't expecting me and was surprised to see me standing there. “Hey, Ms. Sienna,” she greeted me slowly, clutching her phone awkwardly.“Hi,” I smiled weakly, forcing the energy to keep up with formalities. “I’m here for Abigail.”Her brows lifted just slightly in confusion. “Oh… but her dad already picked her up.”I blinked. “What?”She tilted her head as if I was the one not making sense. “Marcus. He said you sent him. That you had something to take care of and would be late.”Every nerve in my body froze. “What?” I asked again, louder this time.“An hour ago,” she added, glancing over her shoulder, probably sensing how fast the blood had drained from my face. “He said you didn’t want Abigail here for long knowing the
I had a meeting scheduled with my lawyer the next day. The first court hearing was in two weeks and we needed to get things straight before then. As I walked into Mr Lawson's office, I felt the walls closing in on me. The smell of expensive leather chairs, the cold, the serene but exquisite decor, and the way the lawyer was sitting across from me with his laptop in front of him, all made the room feel too big and too small at the same time. It felt like I was suffocating, and I had only just stepped into the battle.The lawyer, Mr. Lawson, was experienced—no doubt about that. He had worked on plenty of custody cases, but I wasn’t sure he understood what this one meant to me. He didn’t know the way Marcus had broken me and yet still had the audacity to come back and try to take my daughter from me.As I explained my ordeal with Marcus to Mr Lawson, I couldn't control myself from having a breakdown. It was all too much. Everything I had been through with Marcus was just one chapter aft
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I didn’t sleep much last night. I couldn't even sleep at all. My face was swollen and sore, but the ache in my heart was worse. It was deeper and relentless, like fire burning in the wind. I kept replaying the incident of the previous night over and over again. His hand, his voice, his anger, the sharp sting, the disbelief in my own eyes when I saw him standing there afterward, how he almost looked shocked himself, like he hadn’t fully registered what he had done, but he had and so had I.The silence in the apartment this morning was heavy. Abigail was still asleep, covered up in her blanket, unaware of the storm that had just begun in her mother’s world. I moved around quietly, unsure of what to do with myself. I wiped the same spot on the kitchen counter for nearly ten minutes before realizing my hand was shaking.I wasn't going to cry again. I was done crying over Marcus. He had crossed a line I didn’t even think he was capable of crossing. No matter how bad things had gotten betw
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