Wedding preparations

  "You're getting married?" Jordan asked wig a raised brow.

     "Yes."

"Wow." He expressed, rubbing his chin. " I can't believe Francesca finally got to you "

   Anthony scoffed.

    "Francesca can go fuck herself in the ass. "

 Jordan gulped down the words tugging at his throat. He had honestly thought Anthony would find love in Francesca. He hated her,true,but she was compatible with his friend. Anthony needed someone who would always obey and agree to his decisions.

       "Who is she?"

     "The bride,I mean. Who is the she?"

      "Do you remember Caleb?"

    "Caleb?"

     "Caleb Martinson,my driver"

     " Oh,yes.""

      "His first daughter."

     "Why her?" 

       "She's perfect."

Jordan raised a brow in surprise.

       "It doesn't concern you." Anthony said, waving his worries off. "I need you there by 8 pm, at the central cathedral. This Saturday. Don't be late." He instructed as he rose to his feet.

 Jordan watched as he handed one of his men the paper and left.

     Sandra remained quiet as she sat by the humongous bed made for her. It looked like it could hold fifteen people and not budge. She felt too tiny for it.

    There were two women who stood about five feet away watching her.

     "What do you want?" She questioned as she pushed her legs to her stomach.

    She had been sitting still all night, and even when she had fallen asleep in that position, the maids had refused to leave, stating it was master Anthony's orders. Who the fuck called their bosses master?

  Her stomach grumbled in horror as she clamped her eyes shut. Her head was still banging after the rough ride she had had home. Anthony had not even bothered being careful as he drove, knowing she was in the trunk. His men had wrapped her like a fucking christmas chicken. They had no remorse.

    "Leave." She ordered.

  They took a step backwards, but never left. It was all they did. Whenever she ordered hem to leave, they would just take a step in another direction.

    "Fuck you all!" She cried out.

They bowed at her words. What the fuck was wrong with these people? Were they machines?

    A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat as she imagined Anthony on the other side of the door. What would he do when he realized she had been in that position all through the night?

    One of the maids scurried through to the door. Sandra took a quick notice of the losing end of the bun of her grey hair. 

   These women looked like they had birthed someone as old as her father.

    The door opened, and to Sandra's relief- or dismay, a guard was by the door.

   Both exchanged whispers as Sandra watched confused.

    A moment later, and the guard walked towards her.

    "We have been ordered to pick you up for your dress fitting."

   She hissed in annoyance.

     "Please prepare yourself for we will be back in five minutes. If you are found disobeying master Anthony's orders, severe punishment would be rendered. "

    What punishment could be worse than what he had done to her?

   What more could he do?

    Did he want to bury her alive in his backyard?

   She watched as the guard calmly exited the room, leaving her to her thoughts.

   The truth was plain and simple, she could not escape her marriage to Mr Anthony, and she wouldn't enjoy it either.

    Sigh....

   If she couldn't enjoy her marriage,she could as well-just like in the movies- enjoy the wealth of her soon-to-be husband. It would be her own way of making lemonades from the lemons life threw at her.

    She rose to her feet with a cheerful smile on her face.

      "You know what? Get my bath ready." she ordered the maid by the left.

       "And you,get me my breakfast. I am absolutely starving!"

     "Yes,ma." They both replied as they scurried along.

For the first time,Sandra noticed the outlook of the room. It was different from that of the hallway. The entire room was coated in lavender and white- her favorite colors. She smiled to herself in content.

    Her weight fell to the bed as she sucked in the warmth of it.

    The door to the bathroom opened slightly,and the maid stepped out.

     "Your bath is ready ma'am. Rose and bubbles."

     "Great." She expressed,jumping off the bed.

     As she walked into the bathroom,her lips parted in awe.

    "Wow..."

    Her eyes darted from the lavish bath tub to the mini pool and to her soap section. Her smile broadened as she noticed her towels' arrangement pattern. It ranged from the darkest color (crimson),to the brightest (pink).

        "Is it to your taste ma'am?"

      "Yes." She whispered still walking around the bathroom. Three of her former bedroom could fit in it and there'd be extra space.

     "Clara and I set it up ourselves." She prided in her speech.

    Sandra then realized she had never bothered knowing their names.

      "What's your name?"

      "Ruth."

  She nodded her head in compliance.

    "thanks for setting up the tub, Ruth."

  Ruth's face beamed in pleasure.

    " It is my utmost pleasure." She replied.

   Almost an hour had gone by with the guards constantly checking if she was done,and she finally was. She raised up her palm,preventing Clara from applying anything aside her usual skincare routine from her face.

     "No make-up today." She declared.

    She had opened up her cupboard earlier and to no surprise,it was filled with magnificent clothing. All were branded. Even the simple jogger and crop top she had on.

     "Who is coming with me to the fitting?" She asked,turning around. 

   Both stared at each other. She sighed in defeat. The two never spoke unless they were asked to. It made everywhere seem dull and unlively. 

    "Who wants to come with me?" She questioned,wrapping her arms around her chest.

    They closed the distance between themselves, and indulged in a whisper.

      In a minute,they separated themselves with still no word.

     Frustrated,Sandra let out a groan.

     "Ruth,you're coming with me." She ordered.

   Ruth hurriedly grabbed her bags as they both exited her wing.

    As she calmly walked out,her eyes noted the absurd number of plants in his home. For someone so horrible,he had a nick for nature. All plants were of different varieties,and rare at that. He seemed to be preserving nature.

     "Ms Sandra." A guard said as he welcomed her.

    The sun rays bashed her with love.

      "Where is Anthony?"

      "Master is unavailable at the

moment,but he has sent help."

       "Where is the help?" Sandra asked with raised brows.

       "I'm here." A feminine voice spoke up as a slender,tall and light skinned lady walked forward.

     "Nice to meet you,Ms Sandra. I'm Francesca Sterling,and I will be guiding you through your wedding preparations today."

Authors note:

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