Wedding dress part 2

Was she really talking about Giulia or herself?

I didn’t question it and let it be.

I was going to stop the act of visiting him after today. If Giulia truly took few minutes from her busy schedule to see him, why couldn’t he do that for her? I’ve learnt that if you give someone your time and heart, they would take it for granted.

It was clear he didn’t love her and It was clear she loved him but I wasn’t her.

We arrived at his bedroom door in minutes.

“This doesn’t look like his office,” I turned to face her.

“It’s his bedroom door, you usually met him here but he eventually got bored and tired of your meetings so he stopped answering but you insisted we do this, it was more of a morning ritual to you,” she explained.

Everything seemed fishy. From her change of outfits to her tone then her explanation. Everything sounded stupid, to be honest but I obliged.

She stepped aside.

I walked to the bedroom door and knocked.

i heard groans then footsteps approach the door. I heard a click then the door was pulled open.

Cohen walked out. He had a confused expression on his face.

That was all I needed to know that this wasn’t one of Giulia’s rituals but an attempt at embarrassing me.

Cohen didn’t question my actions but simply leaned against the door frame, his arms folded across his chest. He was dressed in a bath robe, his chest visible due the V-neck design of the rock. His hair was wet but not dripping.

I turned to glance at Miriam to find her head lowered and her cheeks turning red. That’s when it dawned on me. She was also trying to use me as a means to see Cohen. She liked him. That explains the short dress.

I laughed and turned to face Cohen. I walked closer to him and leaned till our faces were inches away. “Play along,” I told him, even though I didn’t know what exactly to do.

I pulled back. “I was reminded that I usually visit you every morning to wish you a nice day,” I explained.

I heard a gasp.

She didn’t expect me tell him.

“Well then, I will be very busy today so let’s make this a very good morning wish,” he said.

I creased my eyebrows and leaned in. “What are you playing at?” I questioned.

Before I knew it, he was leaning closer to me.

My eyes grew wide. My hands immediately went to his lips. I placed my palm over his lips.

I was shocked at my reaction and so was he.

“Good morning, have a nice day,” I dropped my hand.

I turned and headed down the hallway. “Let’s go, Miriam,” I ordered.

She scurried towards me. I slowed down and let her take the lead.

“We won’t be performing the morning ritual of greeting Alpha Cohen,” I informed her.

She parted her lips to protest but quickly caught herself and sealed them.

“And don’t you ever wear something that short again,” I told her.

Who did she think she was? Why would someone intentionally dress in such a manner to steal someone’s fiancée? If Giulia let that slide, I wouldn’t.

We left the building and got into a car in the compound.

“Elysian gowns,” Miriam informed the driver.

The drive was quiet. Miriam kept to herself and I did aswell.

“We have arrived,” The driver informed us.

Elysian Gowns sat in the heart of the city, its reputation polished like the diamonds it sold alongside its dresses. It was the kind of place that catered to the elite, where glass doors parted like magic for the rich and powerful.

And tonight, I was going to be one of them.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car. The cold morning air nipped at my skin, but I held my head high, adjusting the clutch in my hand before striding toward the entrance.

I barely made it up the stairs before a woman in a short black dress stepped forward, her expression carefully neutral. Another employee, a man with a tablet in hand, flicked a glance at me, his eyes scanning me as though assessing whether i belonged.

I guess Giulia never left home, now no one knew her.

“Can I help you?” the woman asked, though my tone made it clear I had no intention of doing so.

“Yes, I have an appointment,” i said, keeping my voice steady. “I’m here to pick up a dress.”

The woman’s eyes flickered with something—hesitation, distaste, something ugly and familiar. “I’m afraid we don’t have any record of an appointment under your name.”

My fingers tightened around my clutch. “There must be a mistake. I spoke with someone earlier today.”

The man with the tablet made a point of scrolling through his screen. After a long pause, he shook his head. “I’m sorry, but there’s no appointment.”

I knew what this was. I saw it in their stiff postures, the way their gazes never quite met me.

I swallowed hard, fighting the heat rising in my chest. “Is that so?” she said coolly.

“I’m afraid we’re fully booked for the day,” the woman added, my polite smile sharpening at the edges. “Perhaps you should try somewhere else.”

I exhaled slowly, willing myself not to react. Not here. Not in front of them.

I turned to face Miriam. Yet again, another attempt to embarrass me.

“I guess I got the address wrong,” Miriam commented. I could see the amused expression on her face.

“You got the address wrong?” I raised my eyebrows, walking towards her.

She tried to act unfazed but I could see the fear she tried to hide.

“How would you get the address of my wedding dress wrong?” I questioned.

She didn’t speak.

“You don’t like your job, do you?” I asked.

My words finally got to her.

She stared at me, searching for anything to prove to her that I was joking but I gave her none.

“I’ll try to get us in,” she said quickly.

“No, you’ve done enough,” I retorted.

I was going to do things my way from now on.