Chapter 4

He ends the call without giving me room to say anything which was rude but then again even if he didn’t end the call so abruptly what would I have told him “Thanks for marrying me?” I shake my head at how stupid that sounds.

After a little internet stalking, I mean you can’t blame me for doing a background check and his face isn’t really terrible to look at I realize something. I don’t know how it didn’t click sooner my interviewer looked familiar, his office was definitely one of the best in the office and he was so handsome but I want to blame my nerves for not realising that I was being interviewed by the vice president himself. Alvin Biggs the most eligible billionaire in the country and he wants to marry me?

I still can’t wrap my head around it. Of course, id have rejected the offer if I didn’t need the money so much. I have to swallow my pride for this to work it's not like I have much going on anyways. I start to imagine a life with that kind of money, most especially since he'll help me open my first collection. The recognition I would get from it alone, everyone that didn't believe in me would see I really have what it takes to be the best designer. Different ideas flow through my head and the best part of my imagination is that my mum will be by my side healthy and proud of me. She'd tell me I finally did it and she always believed in me. I'd be able to give her all the good things she deserves and I'll be able to live lavishly on my own. The life I dream of will only be possible if I make this whole thing work.

Hours later I receive a text from him with the address of the restaurant. He wants us to go to a restaurant named Daniel. I look it up on google and what they charge alone makes me lose my appetite. How is food so expensive? I don’t have that kind of money to waste even though I’m sure he will insist on paying I still don’t want to depend on his money and I don’t think I have anything expensive looking enough to wear since I design most of my dresses and they are mostly either casual or professional. I take my dressing very seriously since I represent my brand but I've never had enough resources to go all out, so I use simple materials and fabrics to make art. I'm a normally shy person unless we get really close but I am confident when it comes to fashion. I say things through my designs and I love being able to make a statement so well.

I rummage through my belonging trying to find something that’ll fit. I find a red off shoulder dress that has a lovely slit to show my right foot and strapped black heels. Perfect! I jump excited I found something to wear. I get my laptop so I can watch ,sleep off watching something on Netflix. The best way to escape from reality is either designing, food, sleep, a good movie or a captivating book. It's always the mundane and simple things, Marcelo loved watching movies with me, sometimes we'd fight for hours on what to watch but I always win. We'd play games and sleep off. I really miss him but right now we have to give eachother space since we will never agree on this.

A few minutes later my phone rings I check the caller and see it’s Marcelo so I click ignore. He’s been spamming a phone with texts and calls telling me he’s sorry and I’m making a bad decision but I have ignored each and everyone. I honestly don’t need another voice telling me how fucked up this is, I’m doing a good job at that already.

Samtha’s room at 6:30pm

Time flies and its almost time to leave, I already called an uber and he’ll be here in a few minutes. I do last minute touches to my hair and makeup then look into the mirror satisfied with my appearance. My dress hugs me perfectly well and my red lipstick makes my face pop. My hair styled in a high ponytail so my neck is visible. I look amazing I have to admit since I haven’t felt this good about myself in a while. Its nice to feel a little good in spite of all the chaos going on around me.

My uber arrives on time and throughout the car ride I am a ball full of nerves. What if he changes his mind and feels I’m not fit? I try to clear my mind off negative thoughts. I need positivity right now so I affirm myself that everything will be fine. It has to go well.

When I get to the restaurant, the receptionist asks for my reservation and before I get a chance to speak, I hear a voice behind me speak “she is with me” the voice so familiar and smooth when I turn back, I see it’s Mr Biggs looking handsome in his white buttoned up t-shirt and slacks. This man would look good in anything the way his eyes glisten in the lighting is so addictive. I notice the receptionist is just as affected and it makes me laugh. Thank God I’m not the only one.

He looks at me with a brow raised eyes showing a hint of amusement, he definitely doesn’t need to know why I’m laughing. The receptionist regains her sanity and directs us to our table.

My heels help to close the height gap we have but he is still obviously taller than I am. We get to our table and he pulls out a chair for me which I graciously sit on. We are starting the charade so soon?