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/> “My mother was happy, to be frankly enough I think she is happier to receive the dress than the wedding itself.” My head tilted to the side as I thought about it, but I understood, perhaps it’s because of my troubles that I have no intention of marrying or the fact that I love the dresses too much to only have one wedding.

“Well I hope over time she doesn’t always think that way,” I whispered thinking more of myself than of Victoria when I said it.

“By the way, Mr. West, could you please tell me why you are helping me like this,” I questioned turning myself in the seat so I could face him.

“Because you were different since the moment I met you,” he explained with a bored tone as if he was simply saying his favorite color was red. His response reminded me of how I would easily blow someone off with that same bored tone, but his sentence he used and his bored tone didn’t match.

“You are weird,” I stated again, it was a fact now. His lips quirked up at the way I said weird, and I knew he heard it the second time around.

“Where are you originally from,” he asked catching onto the accent.

“Rhode island, it’s one state away from New York so we have New York accent’s there,” I explained frowning as I think of my home town. Usually when people think of their hometown they smile and become excited, but for me it brings back memories, ones I don’t want. I waved him off when I saw the questioning look in his eye.

“That’s also why, because I can tell you are like me,” he commented his eyes darkening and his cold voice lowering. He was completely dark and dangerous at the moment, but it didn’t last long because we arrived.

“Well, thank you for the ride, and the customer.” He waved it off as if nothing happen then got out of car with me.

“Err, you really want to stalk me all day don’t you,” I question as I walk towards the elevator listening to his footsteps behind me.

“This isn’t stalking, I’m simply visiting Janette,” he said as an excuse.

“Who would want to meet that crazy girl with a hangover,” I questioned with a smirk at the thought of her panicking this morning. I stifle a laugh and bang my head light on the elevator as we ride up. He questioned me so, I said it was an inside joke. I no longer keep the laugh in when I saw his questioning eyes which held amusement in them. Then the elevator came to a stop and revealed a Janette who looked like she still had a hangover.

“Too funny,” I muttered as we walked into the living room.
chapter three


“Don’t you have to work to do,” I asked Tristan as all three of us sat down on the couch. He spent more than half of his day with me, and not once did I see him on his phone.

“I've done it all for today after the appointment with my mother,” he replied with a tone that said don’t question anymore. It made me noticed the dark troubles in his eyes again.

“In that case, would you like some wine,” I questioned both Janette and Tristan, but mostly it was to myself. Yes, I do want wine, I told myself as I started walking towards the kitchen. I heard both of them say yes so I poured three tulip glasses of white wine. Once I was seated back on the couch after handing out the wine I saw something move in my room. Janette saw where I was looking then a light bulb appeared on top of her head.

“I forgot to tell you, someone came looking for you so I let him into your room,” Janette informed me, her eyes sparkled, and that made me know that it was a hot guy. This can’t be good, I thought to myself then good up with my glass and walked cautiously towards my room. When I opened the door fully those light blue eyes were in front of me again. Before he could do anything I poured the wine on him and stormed out.

“Janette, never let that person in,” I hissed then quickly walked out to the elevator, which Tristan was already in. He looked confused when I walked him and slammed on the button. They guy came out of the room soaking wet then looked for me with furious eyes. The doors closed before he could make it. I didn’t let out a sigh of relief though. I knew he would stay there until I came back.

“Who was that,” Tristan asked from the corner of the room with his green eyes a shade darker than normally.

“You have things you don’t like talking about, so do I,” I explained looking away with no smile, but no frown either, just a blank expressionless mask on my face. I wondered however how that guy was here. My phone ringed with the ringtone I used for my mother, it rang at the perfect time too, when Tristan was here with me.

“Hello, mother,” I growled, I didn’t exactly favor my mother, but I didn’t hate her.
“I guess he already found you, he got out on bail after 9 years,” she told me as if it was some simply matter that didn’t ruin my life.

“Out on bail, how could they let him out? How could you let him get out? Mother, you know what happen. It could happen to others now. GET HIM BACK IN JAIL NOW,” I commanded not even thinking about what Tristan could hear from this one-sided conversation. My hands were shaking as I held my phone to my ear.

“I can’t get him back in unless he try’s it again,” she whispered probably feeling small because I raised my voice. I sighed and shifted my weight from one foot to the other before the elevator came to a stop. Then as I stepped out of the elevator I could hear her shaky breaths as she was crying.

“Stop crying, Mother, I’m coming over now. I have a restraining order on him and he broke it, that’s a good enough excuse to get him back in,” I calmed her then waved to Tristan who was watching me with his own expressionless mask. I raked through my purse as I listened to my mother on the phone trying to calm down.

“Ivy, be careful, please,” she cried into the phone as if she finally thought of the horrors of him being out of jail.

“Mother, it’s fine…,” I started to say but when the elevator dinged I turned around and found him coming out of the elevator. I muttered a curse word then hanged up, and ran to my car.

“Bye, Tristan,” I said and waved, while laughing at how reckless I was being. He didn’t seem to find it amusing but waved back anyway. I got into my car and locked the doors before I even started the car. I quickly drove out of there before he could even get in the car. At first I went the opposite way of my mother’s house then went into a circle, so he could get lost. Thankfully mother moved after he was put in jail. I turned on my car phone and then called Janette, to make sure she was safe. She was crying that she had no idea it was him and kept saying sorry. When I said it was fine I meant it, I had no intention of blaming this on her and she knew that so she stopped crying then hung up. I pulled my car into her garage to keep him from looking for my car and knowing where I’m at. My mother met me in the garage when she heard it shut.

“Ivy, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she whimpered, and then she checked me to make sure I was okay.

“That doesn’t change anything,” I hissed, but then let it go and followed her inside.

“That’s true, but I’m sorry you could have gotten hurt,” she proclaims with an edge to her voice.

“Well, Mother, I’m fine,” I assured her as we sat down on the couch in the living room. She nodded in response then went into the kitchen to get something. When she came back I saw she had gotten two glass of wine, which I was grateful for.

“Where’s Will,” I questioned after I was handed one of the glasses. My eyes scanned the room, taking in all of the details, they refurnished it again. When I looked back up at my mother I saw that her sad expression flew away as she thought of Will.

“At Work, but he is coming home early today,” she explained with excitement in her voice and sparkles in her eyes. Will is her 4th husband, and the only one I like out of the 4 of them. I smiled knowing that once we are on the subject of Will there is no way to get my mother to stop talking. It is distracting, which is good, I need distracting right now. Once I finished my glass of wine, I started getting up to leave, but she had pulled me back down and smiled.

“Will and I are going to a charity event tomorrow, you should come with us,” she exclaimed with her hands folded together as if she was praying that I would say yes. I nodded which made her completely forget why I was here in the first place. Will came home and into the living room giving me the chance to leave.

“I’ll buy a dress tomorrow, but for now I’m going to sleep,” I told her with a fake yawn so she wouldn’t pester me any longer. As I walked up the steps to the second floor of the mansion I reminisce of how I’d ran up and down the stairs, not particularly happy, but at that time I wasn’t absorbed by what happen. As I settled on the bed in my old room I took out my purse which held my sketch pad and pencils. To distract myself I keep designing dress till I feel asleep.

Light blue eyes were all I saw in the dim lit room, they caused me to panic. My panic spiked up even higher as my shirt did the same. Before the hands did anything else I started screaming bloody murder. Mom, help, I tried to call but my throat didn’t let my voice escape, neither did the hands escape from my body. As I cried I pushed and scratched the heavy body away. No, go away, stop, please,

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