Marlena stepped back twice with anger going through her body she had never felt before. "Alright. Ill leave since im sooo bad, ok?"
As soon as she finished speaking she went upstairs to her bedroom. She opened a cupboard and took out a small suitcase, and began to pack some clothes into it.
The voice belonged to Isla. Mum, Cathy's cross we've got to stop her leaving.
Don't mind her too much. She is like that only. So much over-pampering since childhood. She will come back after two days. You are getting married soon, we will go and buy you some clothes."
The voices soon quieted.
Marlena took her purse and walked downstairs, big tears welling on the back of her hand. She got in her car and drove away.
She realized at that moment, she seems to have lost everything.
She done nothing wrong, so why everyone treating her like this?
Her eyes reflected a growing annoyance as she clasped the steering wheel.
A few minutes after forty minutes, Marlena saw the figure of a man at the doorway of the registry office. The man was well-dressed in black pants and a freshly ironed white-shit. He was tall and appeared to be surrounded by a halo.
She parked her car and ran toward him. "You did show up." The woman said in surprised and happy voice.
"Didn't you bath?" Wesley exclaimed smelling the alcohol protesting from the night before.
Marlena felt immediately ashamed. "I was already sleep when I reached home last night from too much drinking. And this morning I didn't have enough time so
She swore under her breath. "Today wasn't anything special." She glanced at the man to discover that he was looking at her with disfavour. I love cleanliness and it's my general rule to take a bath every day.
As she spoke she observed him coldly.
It was rare that a man was more appealing in the dark light of a pub. Then again, he hadn't possessed much physical appeal by day either.
That being said, he'd been one of a kind.
His serene and elegant features made him look all the more beautiful, and he was no less attractive. His face was handsome, compounded by the fact that he had the kind of complexion that appeared to have no pores at all.
Marlena realized several Baird women entering the register office to be married were looking at him.
"What a beautiful man."
"The girl looks nice too," said the man standing by the woman.
That's true. They do compliment each other well. Their children will probably be attractive some day, not like our kids. Freaks."
The minute Wesley learned of the discussion, he announced, "We're not having kids."
Marlena couldn't even begin to respond.
Three years from now we're getting a divorce," Wesley announced. I'll give you enough money to keep you comfortable for the rest of your life, but I won't be seen with you in public anymore. Also, I don't want to meet your family. Take some time and think it over. You can walk away if you can't handle this."
Marlena felt like there was something stuck in her heart.
Last night, she'd thought he was in love with her at once.
But she didn't mind that he wasn't in love with her at once.
In three years she thought her sparkling personality should have won him over. She needed to re-extend the fact that she actually was Grayson's aunt.
"Okay."
As soon as they arrived at the register office, they went to snap group photos.
After photographing them for a long time, the photographer asked didn't seem happy with what he had. "Can't you two come closer and look more appealing? Also, sir, smile please."
Wesley looked a little annoyed. Marlena immediately put her arm around him and told the man that Wesley had been shot in the face and his facial nerves were damaged. Don't be pushy."
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Feeling completely insulted, Wesley gave the cheerful smiling lady a cold shoulder.
Marlena whispered arrogantly in his ear with a brazen tip-toe, "I suggest you keep that same energy if you plan on not getting photographed." Her scent teased him for moments as it clung to his nose.
Welsey froze, his lips sealed.
The cameraman actually felt some inward sympathy for him. It was a shame that so handsome a man was stricken dead in his features.
Wesley wasn't able to convince Marlena that he was really called Charles Montgomery, so she learnt his real name for the first time when they got married.
But Lyons was Grayson's mother's last name. Then, Lyons should have also been his uncle's last name.
Still semi-conscious, Marlena asked, "Why is your last name Eldred?"
That's right."
Wesley didn't bother asking what she meant as he bowed his head to sign the paperwork.
Nonchalantly, he said, "I took on my mother's last name."
"Oh." Marlena finally understood. Before, she'd been scared, thinking Engel had gotten the wrong girl.
He was Grayson's uncle, which is exactly why she'd flirted with him.
She felt like something was off though.
We were presented with the marriage papers ten minutes later.
Marlena thought this was amazing, but she also felt a tinge of melancholy.
She'd always thought she would marry Grayson, then Baird. She had known this man once, so she married him despite herself.
This is my phone number. I'm going to go now because I have stuff to tend to." Just before he left, Wesley had written his phone number for her on a blank piece of paper.
"Wait... Marlena stopped him once she understood what he was doing. "We're married, we should probably live together too."
He replied, "I don't like living with somebody." deadpanned.
"Not somebody but me, your wife in the eyes of the law. And we have to continue living together even if we divorce three years later."
Trying to get him to feel sorry for her, Marlena pouted and fluttered the marriage certificate in her hand. "I'm so upset. My parents have hated me ever since my long-lost sister showed up again. I don't have anywhere to live, now that they've thrown me out of the house."
"You can find a place to rent."
Wesley turned and left, saying nothing.
"House, don't abandon me!" Marlena suddenly screamed and clutched his arm. "Because you're all I have left."
In the registrar office, her voice growing louder had brought several stares that way.
Wesley pulled a sour face considering his impulsive marriage to her.
Okay. Ambercove Estates visits ya'll.
Wesley stormed out of the counter, "You'll stay in the guest room." Do not enter my room I order you.
Marlena would have been secretly thrilled. That liebtard in room 312? Calling her on anybody?
"Taffy" Marlena let out a gasp. "You're a father already?"
Wesley's eyebrows shot upward. "Look after him for me."
He turned to leave as soon as the last word was out of his mouth.
Marlena was so shocked he didn't immediately follow Wesley. She wasn't prepared to be a mother, even though she had prepared herself for the fact that she was going to have to marry someone she didn't love.
For thirty minutes, she stood by the side of the road thinking of her conflicting future selves: aunt and stepmother.
Then, at last, after one last view of Grayson's horrible picture in his ad., she turned and hastened in to the department store to buy children's presents.
Taffy had to be a boy's name. After she'd picked out Legos from three different sets and a half dozen toy cars on her way out the door at The New Earth Emporium she came straight here.
She paused outside the heavy metal door, cradling an armload of objects against her hip and took a deep breath. It swung open when she said the password.
"Ow!"
A white, plump with pretty pale gold ears little cat was lying comfortably on the sofa in the quite living room, it made a beautiful sound.
"…"
"Marlena blinked. 'Taffy,' she said."
""Meowwww!""
The obese feline stretched briefly, then leaped down from the couch and came over to sniff at the objects she held. The cat returned to the couch and settled herself regally for another nap.