Cindy's pov
"He likes you." Mabel said as soon as the handsome customer left. I had no idea she had been listening.
"There's no way. Did you look at him at all? I'm clearly not his type." I objected.
"Uh-huh, and he was clearly not staring at you like you're a goddess. Sometimes, I think you just have a pretty head on your shoulders but yet you're so dense when it comes to men. That man was flirting with you and you made a total fool of yourself. You should have flirted back, but you couldn't utter a word. I don't blame you though, he's really hot."
"What are you talking about? Besides, did you see his tattoo? He's branded by the devil, there's no way someone like him and someone like me can end up together. We're worlds apart."
"Oh please, he did that to himself, not the devil and his tattoo was nice. You're so obsessed with church. If you ask me, I think that men with tattoos are the nicest, they know how to treat their women right. I mean, that's a huge tip and he was a total gentleman, how can you not like him?"
"You say the craziest things, Mabel." I said, avoiding her question because I knew I liked him. He looked like the bad boy rebel type, but I still felt drawn to him, not to mention the thrilling feeling between my legs.
I cleared up his table, walking away before Mabel could say more. But I wasn't so lucky, she followed me to the kitchen.
"Alright, fine. So, church girl Cindy can't date tattooed men, I understand. But our shift will be ending soon and I'll be meeting up with some friends for a few drinks; why don't you come with me, you might meet someone the lord approves off." She said teasingly. I rolled my eyes.
"It's still daytime, and you know I don't drink alcohol. Plus, I've got chores at home to take care of."
"You're so boring. Who said you can't order orange juice or something? And you're not a baby, Cindy. You should be in a relationship already, you're old enough. I'm sure your little sister and your parents can manage for a few hours without you. Just one drink... Aren't you bothered that you might be passing up on an offer of a lifetime? What if you meet your soulmate there?"
"What if I meet my soulmate in church or here at work? If we're fated to be together, we will be together."
"Not when you keep rejecting every man for one silly reason or the other. That customer looked so good, he'll definitely give you pretty babies."
"Mabel!" I rebuked.
"What? He's handsome and you're beautiful, that means pretty babies."
"I'm not marrying someone based on his looks alone."
"What then? His money? That guy looked rich! Hello? A hundred dollar tip! I think he accidentally came here, there's no way someone like that would eat here."
"M&T's is a good spot. We're not a five star restaurant, but we sell really tasty food."
"Tell that to the empty chairs out there."
I rolled my eyes again and left the kitchen, Mabel was on my heels.
"And don't change the subject. You just rejected a really great boyfriend material and you won't go out with me to meet other people. What exactly is your plan? To live in your parents house forever?"
"No. But when I find the right man, I'll know."
"And where will you meet him? In church? You know the church is full of fakes who pretend to be saints but then treat their spouses like garbage."
"You don't know that. You don't even go to church."
"Doesn't mean I don't love the lord. I'm just looking out for you, Cindy. You're pretty and still so young, now's the time."
"Thank you, Mabel. I'll think about it."
"Tch! I know you won't, but I'm not giving up on you just yet. When..." A customer came in, interrupting whatever she wanted to say and I was grateful, stealing the moment to escape from that conversation. When it comes to my love life, Mabel can be relentless. This isn't even the third or fifteenth time she has invited me to hang out with her friends. While I like Mabel, I don't think she hangs out with the right crowd and I'm not looking to try and fail in relationships before meeting the right one.
Moreover, Dad is so overprotective. Just see how he reacted with Sean, if I brought someone like that good-looking customer home, he would have a heart attack on the spot.
Oh, but that couldn't stop me from imagining all sorts of silly stuff about the customer. I just wished I had asked him for his name at least, then I could put a name to his face.
Hmm, he looked like a Michael, and no, I wasn't just saying that because I'm a church girl. Even though he was polite and kind, he looked like someone who could protect his own; someone who wouldn't stand to see his loved ones suffer. Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure.
Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind.
If only... Nah, there's no way.
Our shift ended soon and Mabel tried convincing me to join her, but I insisted on returning home and she let me go. I felt bad for turning her down all the time, but I was sure I would only regret following her, I could feel it, so it was best I stayed away.
Rather than taking the bus home, I decided to walk, it wasn't that far afterall and it felt good to walk around the bustling streets while watching people going about their day, plus it gave me some time with my thoughts. And no, I wasn't thinking about Michael, I had far more important things to think about than my silly crush.
I got home soon enough, letting myself in through the front door.
"I'm home." I said cheerfully as I walked into the living room where my parents sat, but their sad faces told me something was wrong.
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