Thursday morning found Amandla standing before an altar with a pen beside her. At this point, she wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. She watched the priest after he had made her recite her vows and blinked to fight the emotions threatening to appear. "You may now kiss."
Amandla watched the priest with pitiful eyes. Never in her life had she felt so awkward. She reached out for the pen wrapped in a black ribbon and slowly took it to her lips, shutting her eyes not wanting that scene to be imprinted in her memory, her lips hastily touched the pen before pulling away hurriedly. Yep, her life was a mess and this wasn't even close to how she had dreamed of her wedding! And even the wedding gown, God... her father must have picked it from the dumpsite, the only thing that symbolized it was a wedding gown was its length and color, she didn't want to even think of the material and design.
She clenched her jaws when she thought of the bastard that was her husband. He couldn't even show up after deciding to marry her and now, he had sent his pen! She took the pen with the marriage certificate that already had her signature and her husband's on her hand, bowed at the priest, collected her gown in the other hand, and descended the altar.
She took one long look at the empty church, shut her eyes, and walked out. None of her family members even came. Not that she counted them as a family but at least being a business gift for their family's business they would have at least shown up.
A black vehicle waited for her at the end of the steps. She scoffed; well maybe he had a little bit of conscience and came to pick her up. She walked to the vehicle and a man in black alighted quickly from the front seat and opened the car door for her. That wasn't her 'husband' was he? No, she took a closer look, he looked like a chauffeur.
She got into the empty car not knowing which emotion was convenient to use. As the car drove to what was supposed to be her home, her thoughts drifted to her 'husband'. She wondered if he knew what she looked like. If he remembered their 'incident' in the mall, what he was planning to accomplish by getting married to her, was it revenge? But there was no way he would have known her family was there.
She was never even in the family photographs or wasn't even counted as the daughter of her father. Then there was the question of why would he marry her if he was gay. Was it a plot to cover up his sexuality? If, so, why hadn't the wedding been made public? And if he wanted to marry her, why didn't he even turn up for the wedding, he instead sent his pen.
Her thoughts were cut short when the chauffeur opened the car door. "Ma'am we have arrived."
She stepped out only to see a magnificent villa before her, her jaw dropped to the ground as her eyes ached from the beauty. Jesus, this was her home?
In front of her were about ten buildings that made up a mansion painted in mesmerizing oyster color and a low fence made from white marble while after the low gate was a rectangle long koi pond with water shooting from its sides and beside the pond was green carpet-like grass spreading to as far as the eyes could see and a white marble pathway a little distance from the pond then beautiful exotic trees surrounded with green square flowers edges about one foot from the ground, stood tall. After the buildings were rolling hills that made the villa look exotic.
Was this one of her crazy dreams? "Ma'am." Her admiring moment was cut short by a man with grey hair and dressed in a light grey suit standing before her, she gave him a small smile to hide her embarrassment. "I am Mark the villa's butler. Please do come in." she only hoped he didn't think of her as a gold digger. The last thing she was planning was to deal with hateful servants.