The sun cast orange light onto my room and my body woke from my slumber. My eyes shut tight, again. I wanted to stay in bed and sleep some more.
Unfortunately, the door produced a noisy knock on my door.
"Come in," I replied.
In entered Carmen. She was already in her elegant dark suit. Her nails were painted red. As usual, he looked down at me, smiling.
"Good morning, Madam," Carmen said with a smile. She was standing by my bedroom window and glanced out into the beautiful view outside.
"Good morning, Carmen," I sat on the bed, stretching my arms as she looked around my bedroom.
A slight breeze swept through the curtains, causing them to dance gently. Carmen's hair fluttered lightly and she seemed happy. I smiled, knowing that she was enjoying the sight.
"You forgot to lock your window yesterday. The house may have security everywhere, but remember, this is Marcus' room. It must hold some privacy," Carmen reminded me.
"Oh, Sorry. I won't forget next time," I said apologetically.
"And speak of Mr Del Monte, the hospital has called today and is asking to meet with Marcus' guardian," She sighed, "I think you have to go,"
The last part was spoken very quietly but I heard her loud enough to get her message across.
I sighed deeply. "Okay,"
"You should prepare yourself then. Breakfast is already in the dining space. If you need anything, I'm here,"
I nodded.
With that, she left the room. I finally woke up from my bed and went to the bathroom. It took me several minutes, almost an hour to finally get dressed.
The long Dark velvet dress I wore hugged my waist tightly, leaving barely any skin exposed. A pair of black T-strap sandals completed the look.
I grabbed my purse and headed to the dining space to see what was there for breakfast. I took a glass of milk to start with but ended up eating cereal instead. It was pretty good, I decided after taking one spoonful.
After finishing my food, I headed towards the front door where Carmen was outside, talking to the Chauffeur.
I looked aside and my heart skipped a beat. In his blue jeans and a shirtless body, Juan was pruning the trees that fenced the garden. His back was facing my eyes. Light breeze played with his thick dark strands of hair.
The sight made my knees shake as they had their mind. My stomach tightened and a tingling feeling rushed through my limbs. I wanted to walk towards him, to run to him, but then Carmen came to my side.
"I see you are ready," And thank God she stopped me.
"Ma'am, good morning," The chauffeur greeted me.
"Good Morning. Let's go," I smiled as I hopped into the car. The ride to the hospital was short or I wished it was longer.
Reaching the wicked place, I hopped out of the car and got inside.
I stepped closer to the reception area and
approached the lady behind the desk who was busy typing something on her computer.
"Morning, I am looking for Dr. Armando" I informed her.
"Miss, do you have an appointment with him? "
She replied politely.
"I assume," I shrugged slightly.
The lady nodded her head. "Your name please?"
"Camila,"
The lady typed my name into the computer and it soon loaded. After clicking through it,
"Mr. Armando is expecting you." She informed me, "Do you know his office?"
I shook my head.
"Well, one of our guards will show you," She smiled. How I wished every receptionist was like her.
Anyway
The guard came and took me to the doctor's office. He then knocked on the door and opened it for me, "Dr. Armando, you have a guest,"
"Come in," The voice of a man welcomed me. I got inside the door was closed again.
"Finally, you are here. Mrs. Del Monte. How are you this morning? " His voice expressed relief.
"I'm fine. Thank you. It must be a piece of important information for you to need a guardian," I gave an amused smile.
Dr. Armando sighed. I sat on the chair that was opposite him, ready to listen.
"Mrs. Del Monte. I don't know where to start with this news..."
"Just say it," My voice was blank, void of emotions.
"Well... Your husband is mentally so distrusted. He has severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). And I am afraid he is almost reaching the fourth stage, making him dangerous,"
The news made my stomach twist. That son of a bitch. As much as I was sorry for his pathetic story, he partly deserved this.
"Are there any options?" I asked.
"There could be but the problem is, your husband has become violent to every person who gets near him. And with his condition, maybe even you are in danger,"