Amy was hurt. Just when she thought things were going well between them,Reynolds had gone and abandoned her. It shouldn't be a biggie that he chose work over her right? But it did. Which made her aggravated. She was so annoyed that she could punch her pillow. She didn't understand why she was mad at him. He didn't owe her any responsibility. Given as their marriage was real just in name, gave him the freedom to do whatever he wanted so why was she bothered. She was stressed by overthinking things. This was one of the days she needed her sleeping mask. She remembered she had spotted one in her bag when she went through it. She got out of bed and went to the closet. She went through her side of the closet ignoring the fact that Reynolds' clothes were right beside hers. She looked through the drawers until she spotted her pink sleeping mask. She was thankful her mom had packed that even though she knew she rarely wore it to bed. She picked it up and ran her fingers on the silky smooth
Amy was bored out of her wits the next day. She did not want to tour the city again. Not that she wasn't having a good time in the city but rather she found herself missing her country. She didn't want to go to bed alone anymore in a place she barely knew anyone.She sat leg crossed on the hotel bed and stretched her hand to reach for her phone from the nightstand. Instead of calling Reynolds, she called her assistant, Jane. "Hello ma'am," Jane answered on the first ring. "Hello Jane. Can you book me a flight right now to New York?" Amy asked. It took her a while to respond. She probably wondered why her married boss would call on her honeymoon to book her a flight. "Yes ma'am," she finally replied after which Amy disconnected the call. Amy could've simply let Reynolds know she was coming. She knew he would've certainly arranged for her arrival but she had decided against that because she wanted him to know she was not dependent. And besides, if she wanted to have her freedom after
Amy was walking past a couple of rooms until she came across one with its door ajar. Curiosity had her legs walking in forgetting she was to find the kitchen. The majestic piano in the center of the room was surely conspicuous. It was the only object in the white room. It was black and shiny. She might as well add inviting, as her fingers itched to play those delicate keys. It had been a while since she played. She stopped immediately and took a step towards it. Considering the fact that this was the only item in the room, it must hold some importance to the owner and what if he didn't want it touched. But then again the door had been left ajar. She went ahead to take the seat in front of the piano, clearing her mind of any more reasons why she shouldn't play the piano. Pianos were meant to be played after all. The moment her fingers touched the keys she went along to play the song 'perfect'. That had been the first song she had played on the piano the moment her music tutor h
The harsh knock on her door awoke Amy from sleep. She glanced at the window to notice the sun had set and it was evening. She got out of bed and made her way open the door. "Mr. Bennet has asked to inform you that dinner is ready," Grace said and waited for a response. Amy nodded and she left. It was easy to walk through the house as she now knew where in particular she was going. She reached the dining room where Reynolds was seated at the dining table and Mrs. Nora was exiting using the other door. "Good evening," she greeted as she took the seat opposite Reynolds. "Good evening," he replied, lookingup from his phone. "Grace informed me you enjoyed being in the garden," he added. "Yes, I did. I'd like to be educated on the other plants I did not recognise" Amy replied. Mrs. Nora came in with a tray in hand. She smiled at her in acknowledgement and began emptying the tray she was holding. Amy returned her smile before focusing on Reynolds again. "I'll inform the gardener, Mr. Har
It was breezy, perfect for an evening on a balcony. Amy took a deep breath as she stepped onto the balcony, resting one hand on the rail while the other held her glass. The breeze blew on her face and neck, and she wished she was wearing a much freer dress to feel it on all parts of her skin. Not that she minded the dress, it was after all a beautiful piece. Her mother had impeccable taste, leaving her with three different options. This dress had been her choice. She was also glad she chose it because it had helped in selecting her indulgence for the night. There had been an array of drinks: wine, whiskey, all the likes. But she decided the moment she could see the color of her fabric in the slender glass, she wanted champagne. She loved that her drink and dress matched, it made her feel a certain kind of control.It had been quite suffocating in there, she thought to herself. The party, which was the anniversary of a company where her father was one of the major shareholders, was her
His name was Reynolds Bennet.His family was old money but from what she had learnt, he had taken on a different path for himself. What reason would he have to be willing to take on an arranged marriage? She wondered how her father made his list. Did he simply mark out sons who would serve useful to him or were they also families planning arranged marriages?There had not been much details on Reynolds Bennet except from the facts; aside from his family’s wealth, he was quite wealthy himself, and to have achieved that at his age, Amy was impressed. Though she realized his family’s name had to have helped. Also, he’d had just a single public relationship. She was not a fool to believe that meant he had been celibate all these while. If he had any dirty deals, he hid them well because there was nothing shady to learn about him. As a matter of fact, she came to a realization that he was the perfect candidate. He seemed okay but what if it was all just a façade and he was something devious
Amy sat at the vanity absently combing through her hair as she stayed lost in thoughts.Was this it? Was she to have no choice in her life? Even with whom she was to spend the rest of her life with? Was she to marry someone she knew next to nothing about?Sure Reynolds was very handsome, she would have had to be blind not to see that. But looks were not the issue. What if he turned out too worse than her father, more controlling? Would he decide the very air she should breathe? He did not need to accept such a marriage. With his success alone he could have anyone he wanted, live his life the way he wanted. Something she could not do. She was duty bound to her family, her father; and she had no way out.How was there absolutely nothing she could use against him? Something she could use as an excuse to avoid the match. Though it might not have made a difference to her father, considering he was involved in some shady business as well. Amy was well aware of her father’s businesses des
Reynolds sat in one of the armchairs of his father’s study, already tired of a conversation that had not begun. Despite owning his own businesses, his father still made sure to inform him of every details regarding the family’s business. He was not sure if old age made his father forget that he had his own business to run or if he simply chose to deliberately ignore that fact. Soon he would bring up the marriage topic again. Reynolds could just feel it coming. Gerald Bennet was not the type to repeat something often, especially not at close intervals. But his meeting with Robert Martins, where the man had not so subtly hinted at a marriage proposal, was enough to bring the issue up again. “So what will be your decision about the proposal?”“What proposal?” Reynolds feigned confusion, of only to push back the inevitable conversation .His father stared at him pointedly. “You are not dumb. I believe you know very well what I am talking about”“Father-“ Reynolds began with a sigh, but h