Finally the day Alec was waiting for had arrived. It was November 5th, 6 months since the day of his wedding.
He had asked all of El's friend's suggestions for this day.
'It's better to have enemies than such friends' he thought to himself when he heard their suggestions except for Izzy's
Ricky said, "Don't fret on it, El once told me monthly anniversaries are lame, and the 'anni' in anniversary stands for 'annual' so monthly anniversaries don't make any sense."
"Great advice friend." Alec replied sarcastically.
With very little hope he called Mark,
"Monthly anniversaries are lame. They don't even make any sense since 'anne'... "
Alec rolled his eyes and hung up before Mark could even complete his sentence.
'I bet her unimpressed and aloof nature is influenced by him'
Finally, with expectations of some worthy suggestions he called Izzy, 'You are my last resort Izzy' he thought as he dialled her number.
"Take her to a honeymoon, you guys haven't been on one. It's really unfair for both of you guys". Izzy advised.
Her true intentions were to get Michelle away from Dwane.
Although her advice was actually good and made complete sense but unfortunately Alec couldn't plan a vacation with El due to work commitments.
Ultimately he was still on square one. So he decided to go the traditional way and throw her a six month anniversary party.
'I hope she doesn't actually find it lame like Ricky and Mark said' this thought made him jittery in an unusual way.
He never felt the pressure of actually impressing someone in the past, No one around would dare to be unimpressed by him.
But now, he had this unusual feeling whenever it came to impressing El, her aloof and unimpressed demeanor often disappointed him and now the same fear was making him anxious.
He could only hope for El to like his surprise.
Obviously as Alec expected, she hadn't realised that it was their six-month anniversary.
El spent her day as usual, except for her reply to Dwane's text. She read his message -
'Your end is near Michelle Ford' and initially ignored it. But she couldn't resist her urge to mess with him,
'You'll never be able to find me. ' she replied, going against Mark's words.
Dwane read her reply, her words only fuelled his fire, he felt a new zeal within him inciting him to find her. 'Your bubble of delusion will pop soon.'
Michelle rolled her eyes when she read his reply.
'Enough 'Dwane'ness for today' she said to herself and ignored his message.
Yet she couldn't stop herself from thinking about ways to mess with him. She immediately had a thought and an evil smile crept on her face.
"Game on Dwane Farehya."
She continued smiling when Janet, her colleague, snapped her finger in front of her face.
"Back to work El, we've got no time to daydream."
El nodded and got back to her work.
'Go back to Alwils Villa directly after work.' Mark texted her.
Although it was unusual of Mark to allow her to skip, she was glad to skip a 'gym day' and didn't think much into it.
The moment she entered Alwils Villa, she couldn't find anyone around and the villa looked dimmer than usual. Patty approached her,
"Sir has asked you to get ready for an event, he'll be here soon to receive you."
"Alright" she replied with a shrug.
As soon as she entered her room she was shocked to see three people standing inside,
"Who are you guys?" El had her guard on.
"Mr. Wilson asked us to do your makeup and hair for the event. Please take your seat."
She sat yet she remained alert.
The moment she took her seat, the make-up artists and the hair dresser sprang into their respective actions.
Slowly, El allowed herself to be swept away by their actions as she relaxed into it.
In a couple of minutes, the reputed artists completed their masterpiece.
Michelle looked at herself in the mirror, her hair was intricately braided, her minimalist make-up only aggrandised her ethereal beauty.
She looked at her beautiful emerald green dress and the diamond necklace which complimented the dress.
Her look was exuding an opulent vibe which forced her to think about her past.
She slowly ran her fingers on her magnificent dress, felt the diamonds on her neck and then her clear skin.
'Did I carry this beauty and elegance back then?' she wondered.
There was a time when she owned similar or even better sophisticated possessions.
Although she didn't have any memories of her past before she was 15, Isobelle had shown her pictures of her adorning elegant dresses and jewellery.
She looked like a young princess in them as she did right now.
She couldn't help but feel agony over the fact that her life and her past was stolen from her.
She was destined to be what she was right now at this moment, a dignified and refined lady who carried a distinguished name to herself.
Yet, there was a slight contrast, a slight contrast with what she was and would have been to what she is now.
There was a difference everyone noticed and so did she. There existed a huge gap between being born into a prominent family when compared to getting married into one.
The same gap she could feel with her past-self and her present.
Her heart was filled with melancholy as the realisation dawned on her that no matter how severely she desires it or how hard she tries she won't be able to bridge that gap.