“What do you mean, speed it up?
You’re already going much too quickly for my taste.” I sighed. I tried to act
as nonchalantly as possible, although I feared the worse.
“I’m having the dress maker come
in. She’ll be here any moment now. She’s the best in the town, and of course,
she’ll be paid off well enough so that she stays quiet.”
“A wedding dress? I thought you
wanted something quick and under wraps. Besides, you aren’t as flashy as your
father.”
“Oh, we’ll do that before the
ceremony. We’ll get legally married beforehand, do all the paperwork and so on.
Then we’ll have the fancy ceremony. Isn’t that what all girls dream of? And by
marrying under wraps before hand, your family can’t really object, can
they?”
“I’m sure my family would find a
way to break up a marriage even I don’t want. We are the North family,
anyways.”
“Yes, but remember, as soon as I
become your legal husband, I am technically related to the Norths and have as
much power. I do have power of my own, and old money behind me.”
“Yes, the old money that your
father gained by dirtying their hands. And now you carry the legacy, to the
very last word and action. When I met you, I was expecting someone who realizes
how cruel he is, someone who lived under the same roof as him, to understand
that what he did was evil.”
“Evil? No, what my father did was
find a way for the family to thrive! He, and my family, has always suffered
from being the lower end of the spectrum, while your family and everyone else
looked down at us, as if we were lower than dirt. You would not understand, as
you being on the upper end of the spectrum.”
“So are you just using me for some
sort of revenge? What a round-a-bout way to do it.”
“Well at first,” he admitted,
rather sheepishly, “but it’s become a lot more than that now.”
“As in?”
He shook his head. “Never mind.
Just remember that it’s in your best interest that you behave.”
There was a large hustle over at
the door, as it creaked open. A woman with a severe, drawn face clacked into
the room, the sound of her stilettos hitting the cement floor resounded all
throughout the warehouse. I got a better look at her face.
She must’ve been quite the beauty
sometime in her life, but now it looks like those looks have disappeared. Her
skin was stretched tautly over her cheekbones, her chin came into a point, and her
hair was dry and brittle from the red hair dye. She gave, unfortunately, the
overall impression of a fox. I remember her. She designed the dress for my
sister-in-law’s wedding to my brother Kyle. The famous designer Michelle
Craven.
“Hello,” she said to the
Tiger. “So where’s the lucky
girl?”
“On the chair besides you,” he
stated drily. She turned, and I could see her eyes widen in surprise.
“Oh, I wasn’t really expecting
this…”
“I’m sure she’ll co-operate now.
She just needed some calm time.” He made me sound like some temperamental child.
“Ok then…so where will I be
working?”
“In my office, here in the
warehouse. I will have some of my men take you there.” He snapped his fingers,
and two men stood up. One of them untied me from the chair while still keeping
one rope around my arms, and the other started escorting Ms. Craven to the back
of the warehouse, in the opposite direction of the office I was in.
We arrived in a well-kept study,
with bookshelves lining the wall, and a polished mahogany desk in the middle.
As soon as Ms. Craven put down her stuff, she immediately set to work on me.
“Untie her arms, I need her free
to work,” she ordered one of the men, and he obeyed. “Now leave, I cannot have
spectators watching while I work.” The men left, and closed the door behind
them.
“Now then,” she said, turning her
attention to me. “What can I make for you?”
“I don’t have much say in the
matter. I’m sure he briefed you on what he wanted.”
“True,” she said, “but is there
anything in particular you want? You are the one wearing it.”
I pause to think. “Please keep it
as simple as possible. I hate looking gaudy.”
She looked me over. “I’ll try. He
did want the entire works done on you.”
Oh brother. Last thing I need is
to look like something out of a white nightmare.
“Just try please. I really don’t like this, so get it over with as soon
as possible
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