Olivia's POV
"You like it?" He put my hair on one side and put the necklace on me.
I smile.
"It fits you well."
I held the pendant. My name was engraved on it.
"Have a seat."
There was silence for a few minutes. I just stared at the quiet restaurant.
"Your mom agreed to my offer." He said that surprised me, but I also took it back.
I simply took the cellphone out of the bag and reached for it. I saw three messages.
"So! Your dad is waiting. Can we go after we eat? "
I turned to him. "Uhmm, sure!" half smiling.
I opened the message and frowned at what Mom said.
'I know you're doing well, Oli, I agree. If that is your decision, I'll tell myself to be happy. I'm voting for Dexter right now.'
I held my breath. Really mom? Wow! When I actually see her, I will really pinch her in the groin.
I hid the cellphone and faced Dexter. He was staring at me, which surprised me.
He raised his right hand to reach my palm
But I quickly raise my hand.
"It's hot here." I said and pretended to fan my hand over my face.
"Oh my! Do you want me to tell the staff to adjust the cooler? Just wait for me here. " I was surprised when he stood up.
"W-wait! It's okay! I'm okay! " I said, but he didn't seem to hear anything and kept walking.
I closed my eyes. I'm really in trouble.
Honestly, I don't know how to deal with him and talk to him. I'm not really comfortable with him, but I have to lose that because he's my fiance and we're getting married in a few days. That's why I will find a way to focus only on him.
I swallowed that decision. I have to love the person I just met. That's what Daddy wants.
I avoided that thought. I immediately looked for him because he had been gone for a while.
But I felt my stomach twitching at the same time my eyes blur.
I immediately stood up and looked for the comfort room. I hate doing this stuff. I remembered the scene when I was at the mall in the Philippines. Tch!
"Hello, miss, what do you need?" A woman in her uniform greeted me, a staff maybe?
"I need the comfort room right now." I said. But I saw it immediately before she tell me and went quickly. Maybe I'm not wrong.
I couldn't wait any longer, so I stood at the sink and forced the pain out. I'm just throwing up, not caring who can see and hear me.
I heard the door open.
My heart was beating so fast when I finished. I was so tired you'd think I was racing a car, my heart keeps beating faster.
I took a deep breath and was about to turn on the faucet when I felt the urge to vomit again.
"Shit!" I murmured.
When will it end?
It's like I'm holding almost the entire sink, not allowing others to use it, but that's not the important thing. Because suddenly, someone rubbed my back, calmly, slowly and with care.
At this point, I felt more comfortable. Suddenly, my hair went up and fell on the sink and was held by the person rubbing my back. god! It feels so good.
"Tha-thank you."
He rubs my back and eventually I don't feel comfortable anymore, I frown, and I feel irritated when he rubs my back. It's weird.
I took something from my pocket and handed him the ponytail. I even heard a soft laugh.
"What's funny?" My voice is irritated. I rolled my eyes. "Just tie my hair." I said, and followed.
"Refreshing." My answer.
I stopped when I felt the urge to vomit again. Both hands were getting ready in the sink, but before that, I looked in the mirror. I was very surprised by what I saw, and my stomach suddenly shrunk and I quickly washed myself.
I faced him. "What the heck?"
shit?!
Gianne's POV
I'm holding the frame, I'm smiling like a fool, and I'm looking at the entirety of the vintage room again. I just noticed that there is a template on the door that says "Vintage Room of Gianne".
I don't know what I'm smiling about right now. If it's the picture of us together, or that big frame of the two of us hanging, or my name on the door template? Wait—what!?
"I'm crazy," I pouted.
I just walked slowly and stopped. I felt pain in my foot. Fudge this!
Before I took a shower, I removed the bandage. but don't know how to put a bandage on later.
I'm so sad. My foot isn't that fine yet, but if he treats me---
"Never mind."
I sighed and continued wandering around the room.
He's not here; I can't feel his presence. Did he go out?
Tch! Why am I thinking of him?
I didn't realize I am walking down the stairs, as if my feet wanted to go somewhere.
I was facing a door next to the vintage room, and it was the fourth door.
I turned the doorknob and looked at the little high stairs in surprise. I was confused and left the vintage room.
I thought there was only one door, like in the vintage room. I didn't know there was a house like this.
"Is it really a house?" I frowned.
secret passage?
I closed the door and took the stairs. Even though my foot hurt, I was able to climb. The dark hallway and the carpet appeared to me, with only two doors on the right and left.
I doubt what is in these rooms.
I'm nervous if I'm going to enter or just take a peak at the room.
Nothing will change if I let it in, because I slowly realize that it has no way for me to escape. Why bother anyway?
I didn't hesitate to open the door, which is on the right. It was very dark and I couldn't really see anything. I touch the wall and search for the light switch.
"Huh?" I can't touch anything.
But then I caught a light. It seemed to come from the window. I just followed that, and I was right. I opened it and the warm rays of the sun and a gentle breeze hit my face.
I was like a statue and my eyes were shining at what I saw.
"H-how?"
From the outside and from where I'm standing, the beautiful sight I see doesn't sink in on me.
"Very beautiful." I whisper.
"What are you doing here!?"