I threw a couple of pebbles at Dianne's room window. No response.
Shoot, I should have brought my phone.
What would I do if she didn't open up for me?
My thoughts immediately went to Kyle—I could crash at his place...
I shook off the thought as fast as it had come.
Kyle had a very huge crush on me. Once upon a time, I too thought he was cute. We dated for a short while before realizing we were better off in our separate ways. Something nasty happened between us that I still can't comprehend. I suspected that Kyle had a mental condition but he was so good at masking it that I concluded I was just being paranoid.
It would be awkward to spend the night at his place.
I was so engrossed in my miserable thoughts that I didn't notice when Dianne's window opened. The next pebble I absent-mindedly threw hit her straight in the face.
"Ouch!" she yelped.
"Oops, I'm sorry."
"Geez, get your butt in here," she said, beckoning at me.
Without further ado, I made my way into her room via her window. You could call me a pro at window climbing now. It came with my secret job description.
On many nights, I and my small art gang would take big risks when we would go to public spaces to paint graffiti on the walls and floor.
We always had such a fun time. It got even more exciting if we had to run from patrolling night guards who caught sight of us.
"I have been calling you like crazy. Girl! Is everything okay? You're crying!" Dianne said.
"I am?" I said as I touched my face. I felt moisture—evidence that I had walked the entire way to Dianne's apartment, crying my eyes out.
Her room was a beautiful chaos. There were paint buckets and brushes strewn across the floor and shelves. Typical of Dianne.
I began to pace the length of her room while she continued to look at me curiously.
"Was it that bad? I thought you'd find your way out of that situation," Dianne said. "We're sorry we didn't come to help you. We didn't want to blow up our cover."
"That's not it, Dianne. Something worse has happened. I have a huge situation at hand right now."
"Okay? I can tell from your face and the fact that you're in my room at the witching hour. Relax. Sit here and tell me everything."
I took in a deep breath and cleared some clothes off her bed to create a space for me to sit. She took her position on the bed, facing me.
"Dianne, I'm engaged."
Confusion clouded her face. "Uh?"
"I know it sounds ridiculous like I'm spewing gibberish, but I've been married off. I also had no idea until tonight. My Dad. He signed a contract with his long-lost best friend and now I'm chained to some random guy!"
I had no idea that my voice was steadily rising until Dianne placed a calming hand on my shoulders.
"That's weird. Does that still happen in this generation? I thought it was only something restricted to movies and stories."
"Seriously, I'm hoping this is a nightmare that I'll wake up from. Gosh, you won't even believe who my fiance is... It's the guy from the art exhibition. The one whose girl I bumped into. You saw everything, right?"
Dianne looked contemplative.
"Wow! It's more complicated than I thought. But, girl, that guy's a hottie. And he looks way above your social status. What about that wicked witch that he was with? What's his name?" she said and brought out her phone.
"Sterling." I could tell Dianne had put on her detective mode.
"Nice. Family name?"
"Vanderbilt, I guess," I said absently.
"Do you know anything else that might help?"
"Nah! I was too angry to pay attention."
"Hmmm..." She kept scrolling through her I*******m feed.
"I don't know, but is this him?"
She showed me her screen. A blue tick showed next to the profile picture I recognized.
"My God! Girl, this is insane! You have hit a jackpot!" Dianne let out a squeal.
I rolled my eyes.
"He is stinking rich. His net worth is in 12 figures! Let me see if I can find anything more."
She continued her search, this time on G****e.
"That's strange. He has only one professional picture everywhere. Is he a recluse?"
Just staring at his picture produced the same heart-thumping effect in my chest again. I was supposed to be angry.
I groaned and buried my face in Dianne's pillow.
"You are attracted to him, aren't you?"
"Maybe... I don't know. This is so confusing."
"Why not go for it?"
I didn't tell her that the main reason I was afraid about this was because I was still hurting from a difficult experience in my past that I had told absolutely no one about.
Also, if I agreed with the whole arrangement, my freedom, albeit small, would be eliminated.
I would be getting married to a freaking billionaire for goodness sake! The paparazzi, the glam, the expectations. I wasn't cut out for that kind of life. I just wanted to draw in solace all day and get recognized for my work.
But, what choice did I have? Running away was no option because I could barely fend for myself. Besides, if I escaped, I would be found within one hour, thanks to my fiance's connections.
I couldn't sleep even after Dianne did.
Very early the next morning, I bid a sleepy Dianne goodbye and jogged back to my house.
When I got to my room, I brought out my box of secret things from under my bed. I took my sketch pad from the box and flipped through the pictures of Mom that I had taken.
What was the point of keeping it a secret anymore? If Dad thought he could dictate my life's trajectory, I'd let him know that his previous supposed hold on me was fickle. That should give me a little bit of satisfaction.
I ambled out of my room and went past my stepsister's room. My mood was still sour and Erica wasn't at fault for all that was happening. When I reached the front porch, I met my father, as expected. He had a worried expression on his face and didn't notice when I came in. I felt a wave of compassion come over me as I looked at his weary form. What if this whole arrangement was because my dad was blackmailed by his supposed friend? I knew my Dad had been defeated since the accident that took my mom's life and his legs. If that billionaire family was doing this to place more misery on my father, maybe I could convince him to find another way. "Dad," I called gently. He jolted and turned his wheelchair to face me. There were visible eye bags under his eyes. I could see his facial expression morph into relief. "Where on earth did you spend the night? I was worried." Oh, so he knew I left? "I went to my friend's place. I had to think." He gave a single nod and continued to l
I sketched a rough image of Sterling Vanderbilt, pulling my memories from our brief encounters and his picture on his I*******m profile. I wondered if he was cool with this marriage arrangement. Besides, I was still curious about the lady that was with him when I first met him. They looked close. I had concluded they were in a relationship. Sighing, I dropped my journal and ate my food which was by then as cold as a bone. I knew it was useless to go to the local restaurant where I worked as a part-time waitress. Feeling bored, I stared at the blank wall opposite my bed. A spark of inspiration hit me and I couldn't resist the urge to let it out and damn the consequences. I mean, what else did I have to lose, right? I would soon be gone from this house after all. I moved the box leaning at a corner of the wall and used my smoothener to ensure that the surface was smooth enough for my project. My doodle was a large jumbled mix of different drawings, the central one being m
The door opened and I was welcomed by a dashing-looking man. Sterling Vanderbilt. He was typing on his iPad with one hand when the door opened. He stopped what he was doing and he looked up and then our eyes locked on each other. His eyes widened and his mouth parted slightly as he stared at my face down to my dress. However, I must commend the person who picked out this beautiful purple dress for me. In fact, I felt like a princess in it. The gown was a cone gown with off-shoulder sleeves which highlighted the teardrop diamond pendant that I got from my mother. So maybe, I kind of get why Mr. Sterling Vanderbilt was a bit surprised by my changeover. I must have looked like a completely different person from the lady he saw in her small living room last night or the klutz he'd met at the art exhibition. But that still didn't stop my cheek from growing flush with heat. I could tell I was all shades of red. Tell me, who wouldn't, when a handsome Billionaire looked amazed by your
I was shocked to see a beautiful bouquet of red roses in Sterling’s hand directed towards me. Only God knows where he brought it out from, but I must say it was a sweet and romantic gesture. “Here,” he stretched it at me with one hand. “Uh… Thanks,” I appreciated and took the flower from him. It was a natural bouquet and it smelled so nice. So I smiled warmly. “You’re welcome,” Sterling said, looking at me. Glancing at him a bit flushed, I noticed the small smile on his lips before he looked away.“I don’t know what you would like, so I had them prepare different dishes. I hope that’s fine by you,” he asked as he gestured at the food set before us on the table. “Yeah, sure,” I responded, placing the bouquet on the seat next to mine. Then I looked at the luxury set right in front of me. On the table were all sorts of delicacies, both ones that I have had and those that I only dreamt of. I felt my mouth become watery as I gazed at the delicacy before me. The chubby woman who h
The door opened and the unannounced visitor strutted into the dining room, heels clicking on the marble floor. In her hands were loads of shopping bags. On the bags, I could see names of expensive shoe and clothes brands - Saint Laurent, Hermes, and Chanel. Two maids ran over to meet her, greeting her, and then they quickly took the bags from her as she proudly handed the bags to them. “Be very careful with those babies. They cost more than your entire life savings,” she warned them. “Yes, ma'am,” they chorused.Then they went away with the bags. She smiled with satisfaction and then strutted further into the room and that was when our eyes met.We both looked sincerely surprised to see each other. I couldn't believe that I would be meeting her again. Not especially on my date. Sterling should have at least had the decency to give me that much respect. But here I was with the lady that I saw with him at the art exhibition yesterday. The lady to whom he apologized on her behalf
As I stepped out from the Cafe where I work part-time into the sunny environment, a sigh of relief washed over me. It'd been six hours behind the counter. The road was bustling with activities and the sound of automobiles filled the air. It was such a good feeling, to watch as people go about their daily activities. I walked down the alley to our hideout where I engaged in my artwork secretly since I had nothing else on my plan for the day. Moreover, my hands had been quite itchy. I was so eager to let out the idea that had been on my mind since I surfed the internet during my short break. Then my phone rang and the tone filled the noisy station. I tucked in my earpiece and picked up my best friend's call since she was the one calling. “Hello, Dianne!”“Hi, Callie,” her cheerful high-pitched voice sounded on the other side and a smile formed its way across my petite face. I love to hear my best friend's voice as it fills me with excitement. “I guess you must be done with your wo
“Wow, this is beautiful,” someone commented behind me, bringing me back to reality from my world of imagination.I turned around to see my best friend, Dianne. She was standing behind me, gazing at my drawing with fascination. “You never cease to amaze me with your art, Callie,” she added again. My cheeks heated up with a blush. “Thanks, Dianne.”Her compliments are one of those things that gave me the morale to keep doing this artwork especially when I had to hide it from my father who was against me doing anything related to art. “This is totally different from your other drawing,”“I was surfing the internet and I decided to go through some renowned artwork, and then I came across this specific art and it just stuck. So I decided to try out something new. I never knew it would turn out this well.”“Well, it did because it's you. You are good at this. Don't worry with time, the whole world will eventually get to see all these beautiful collections of yours,” she assured me confi
When I got home, I sat down to have dinner with my family. The first thing that my father mentioned to us was the dinner we would be having with the Vanderbilt the next day. “The Vanderbilt are inviting us to their house for a family dinner tomorrow evening by 7 pm. Sterling Vanderbilt will have his driver come pick us up,” Dad informed us. A small smile tugged at the corner of my stepmother's lips. I know she was glad about this family dinner. It could be an opportunity she was waiting for. Erica simply nodded without saying anything in response, just like me. “Looks like you have been informed, Calliope dear,” my father mentioned when he realized that I didn't say anything. “Yes,” I acknowledged, nodding. “Sterling called this afternoon to tell me about the dinner.”“Oh, okay. That's good, dear. So make sure you get yourself ready and prepare for tomorrow's dinner. This is an opportunity to meet Vanderbilt officially. Let's all put in our best.”“Alright, Dad.”“We will, dear,”