“Hey Cindy, good morning” a tall guy with a slim masculine figure came running towards me as I got out of the choir’s quarters. His name is Sean and his mother is the choir mistress, and also the presiding pastor's wife. Technically, he is Alice’s brother but he’s the older one between them. I have always known he has a thing for me but he has never spoken to me before.
“How are you doing?” He asked, flashing a warm smile at me. The smile made me feel a knot in my stomach. Damn! He is so cute. I would mind staring at him all day, if I am given the chance.
“I’m okay” I said nervously, avoiding his intense gaze. The thought of him talking to me for the first time made me feel butterflies in my stomach because this was literally my prayer point.
We had exchanged glances a few times but aside from that, he’s just a regular popular guy at the church. I also have a crush on him I must confess but I have always thought I’m not even the kind of woman he wants. He has a good relationship with Charlotte, every guy’s crush so I buried every assumption that I could ever date him.
“Can we talk after church?”
I didn’t even know how to respond. I have always wanted him to walk up to me because I lacked the confidence to approach him for friendship. As I was about to respond, I sighted my dad coming towards where I was. I guess he must have been looking for me for a while because the service just began.
“We should talk later, I gotta go” I said hurriedly then walked up to my dad.
“Cindy, what were you doing there?” He asked, giving Sean a sinister look as he walked past us into the church.
“Nothing, dad” I said.
“Good. Now get into the church”
I walked into the church with caution, monitoring each step I took so I wouldn't fall. If I had known, I wouldn’t have worn heels this morning. It was getting uncomfortable as I was walking back into the church especially as I can’t get my thoughts over the fact that Sean just spoke to me.
The rest of the service was a good one. The choir did justice to their part of the service. I have a really good voice so I was amongst the soprano singers. I locked eyes with Sean a few times, but I always looked away nervously. In no time, the service had come to an end. I took off the robe and handed it over to Alice. She looked so innocent as she was tending to the rest of the choir. We’re of the same age and height, I guess.
Her skin is pale and white but she’s really slim and looks like a model, unlike me of course. I like her though but we’re not as close as I really want us to be, maybe because I’m pretty busy with work to tend to any friendship. God knows if she’s aware of what her brother is trying to do with me, I’m sure she’d freak out if she finds out.
My dad gave me a signal with his hand to proceed to the car, too bad I won’t be able to talk to Sean as I said earlier. I don’t know why my dad is overprotective over me and my sister. It’s even worse with me, probably because I am the older one. As I got into the car, I noticed my dad was unusually quiet. No matter how my sister and mum were chattering and making silly jokes, he didn’t utter a word till we rode home.
Immediately we got inside, he turned to me with an angry look and asked, “What were you doing with pastor Joseph’s son, Sean?”
“Nothing. We were just talking. Is anything wrong?”
“Nothing? Look I saw the look in his eyes okay!”
“What kind of look?” My mum cuts in.
“He was looking at Cindy like he wanted to do something stupid with her. I stood outside for some minutes, watching he and Cindy”
“Dad, I’m not a kid anymore! I’m twenty one years old for God’s sake yet, you still act like I’m sixteen. Gosh! get it together dad!”
“Is that what you have to say about this?” He hollered at me.
“Yes dad. If I want to get married right now, I’m so damn sure you can’t stop me. So what’s the big deal?
“That’s not even the point”
“The point is, you need to stop over protecting me at this stage. Do that with Maddie, not me” I said with a grimace.
“That boy is bad news and you know it. I’m not stopping you from mingling with others but Sean, is a bad idea”
“Yes honey, you know how he flocks around other ladies amongst the choir, I’m very sure you wouldn’t want a husband who flirts with the whole city” my mum added.
“Fine, I get it, you have a point. But dad shouldn’t talk to me like I’m a kid”
“You go on to your room and I’d sort that out, okay?” My mom says with a warm smile.
I turned towards my room and took off my fascinator hat then threw it on the bed as soon as I got into my room and heaved a sigh. I took off my gown slowly and let down my hair. I looked towards the wall clock, it’s 11:20 am. I still have plenty of time to rest before I do my laundry. Even though I hate to admit it, tomorrow is monday. One day I dread the most purposely because of the tedious work that comes along with my job.
I worked as a waitress at a restaurant, a few kilometers away from my house. It wasn’t too stressful because we ran in shifts, the morning and evening shift. It's tedious on Mondays because I’m on the morning shift for that day. I slumped into my bed then took off my glasses then placed it on the drawer next to my bed. In no time, I slowly closed my eyes, giving way for nature to have its course.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, there was a soft knock on my door. The sun was lower in the sky now, casting long shadows across my room."Cindy?" It was Maria's voice. "Can I come in, dear?"I sat up and unlocked the door. Maria came in carrying a tray with tea and some sandwiches."I thought you might be hungry," she said, setting the tray down on my small table. "You missed lunch."I hadn't even realized I was hungry until I smelled the food. My stomach growled loudly."Thank you," I said, sitting down at the table. "Maria, about what happened this morning...""I know what I saw," Maria said firmly, sitting down across from me. "That girl grabbed you first. She was threatening you. You were just defending yourself."Relief flooded through me. "You believe me?""Of course, I believe you. I've been watching that, Fiona. She's trouble, that one. Always has been." Maria poured tea into my cup. "But she's clever. She knows how to make herself look like the vict
I sat on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My heart was still racing from what had happened downstairs with Fiona. The way she looked at me when I walked away from her, like she wanted to kill me. But I was tired. So tired of being pushed around, of being treated like I was nothing. I had dealt with worse people than Fiona before. Charlotte from church with her cruel whispers and judgmental looks, the rude customers at the diner who treated me like I was invisible or beneath them. I had survived all of that. I could survive her, too. I wasn't going to let her make me hide in my room like a scared little girl. This was supposed to be my safe place, at least for now. I had every right to walk around this house, to talk to whoever I wanted to talk to. The next morning, I decided I was done being afraid. I got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. I needed coffee, and I wasn't going to let Fiona stop me from getting it. Maria was at the stove making breakfast. She looked up whe
As I stepped out of Cindy's room and closed the door, I found Fiona standing in the hallway. She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, like she had been waiting for me."Finally," she said, pushing herself off the wall. "I was wondering how long you were going to spend in there with her."I was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of explaining, tired of everything. "What do you want, Fiona?""What do I want?" Her voice got louder. "I want to know what your problem is with that girl. Why are you so obsessed with her? Why can't you just focus on me?""I'm not obsessed with anyone.""Really? Because you spend more time worrying about her than you do about your own fiancée." Fiona stepped closer to me. "Do you want me to report this to your father, John? Do you want me to tell him how you're behaving?"I felt anger rise in my chest. "Are you threatening me?""I'm asking you to remember who you're supposed to marry. And if you don't start behaving yourself, I'm going to make sure
Chapter Fifty-three: John's POVI stood in the kitchen doorway, watching Cindy walk away. Something was wrong. Very wrong.The air in the kitchen felt heavy, like after a bad storm. Maria looked upset. Her hands were shaking as she stirred something on the stove. Fiona stood near the counter with a small smile on her face. That smile made me angry."What happened here?" I asked again."Nothing at all," Fiona said. She walked over to me and put her hand on my arm. "I was just talking to your little friend. She's very... interesting."Maria made a small noise. It sounded like she disagreed."Maria?" I looked at the older woman. She had been like a mother to me for years. I trusted her more than almost anyone.Maria looked at Fiona, then at me. "I think... I think maybe you should talk to Cindy," she said slowly."There's no need for that," Fiona said quickly. "We had a nice chat. Woman to woman. I think we understand each other now."I didn't believe her. Fiona's idea of a "nice chat" u
Cindy's POVBy six o'clock that evening, I couldn't stay in my room any longer. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, and Fiona's cruel words kept playing over and over in my mind. I needed to see Maria, needed someone kind and normal to talk to.I made my way down to the kitchen, hoping to find some peace there. The familiar smell of cooking food usually made me feel better, but today even that couldn't lift my spirits."Cindy!" Maria looked up from the stove with a warm smile. "Perfect timing. I was just making dinner. Are you hungry?""Not really," I said, sliding onto one of the bar stools. "But I could use the company."Maria's face grew concerned. "You look upset, mija. What happened?"Before I could answer, I heard the sharp click of heels on the marble floor. My stomach dropped. Fiona appeared in the doorway, looking perfectly put together in a different outfit than before, a tight black dress that showed off her figure."Oh, how cozy," she said, her voice dripping w
Cindy's POVI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the closed door of my room, my mind racing with everything that had just unfolded downstairs. The sound of that woman's voice still echoed in my ears, sharp, demanding, possessive in a way that made my skin crawl.Fiona. John's fiancée.I'd known about the engagement, of course. John had been upfront about that from the beginning, had made it clear that his father was orchestrating some kind of business arrangement. But knowing about it and seeing her in person were two entirely different things.The way she'd looked at me, like I was something she'd found on the bottom of her designer shoe. The casual cruelty in her voice when she'd dismissed me as his "little pet." The calculating way she'd sized me up, cataloging every detail like she was evaluating a potential threat.I pressed my palms against my temples, trying to ease the tension building there. This was exactly what I didn't need right now. As if being trapped in this situati