Gift

I nervously sat on an armchair near the oddly and overly romantic couple on the sofa. They were so giggly together and constantly touching each other lovingly. It's the way a loving couple is supposed to act. However, being aware of Mrs. Sinclair's many faces, I felt disgusted to be in their fraudulent presence.
A few moments ago, I had Frank share my discomfort by exchanging silent looks, but Mr. Sinclair had asked him to leave, saying he wanted to discuss something as a family.
What family? They barely knew me, and their love was a sham. Maybe not for Mr. Sinclair, but Mrs. Sinclair was unbelievable.
"What do you want to say?" I said, ending their cuddling session where they had forgotten about me.
"Sorry. I forgot what we were about to announce. It's been so long since I was last in my husband's arms. Each time he comes, all the years we spent together building this marriage and our family refreshed in my mind." Mrs. Sinclair gazed at her husband like a new bride. Was she finally coming back to her senses? Lack of attention and romance had pushed her to cheat on him. The suspense was killing me. I wanted answers, and I wanted them immediately.
"Where is Nathan?" I changed the subject.
"I don't know. I came here to find him and found something a hundred times more gorgeous," said Mr. Sinclair, squeezing his wife tighter in his arms.
I smiled weakly at them, unsure of how to proceed. "I hate to come in between you two. Perhaps we should talk another time. It's not like I am going anywhere. You two deserve some time together," I spoke from the goodness of my heart. I sincerely hoped that being close to her husband would put some sense and clarity into Mary's troubled brain.
"No, wait. It won't take long," Mary Sinclair insisted. She gave me an unsettling, lingering gaze. It seemed an attempt at communication. What was she trying to say? I so wished to possess the power to crawl inside her brain and read all her thoughts.
"Honey, do you wish to have the honor of telling her?" said Mr. Sinclair, kissing his wife's hand.
"Everything sounds better from your mouth." Mary caressed his cheek. "You should tell her."
Oh, come on! If someone didn't open their mouth quickly, I would completely lose it. Also, if the sugary display of affection that could almost make someone diabetic all an act, I would lose all my respect for her.
Mr. Sinclair sought non-verbal approval from his wife before ending the suspense. "Miss Walter, we want to give you a private island as a gift for your engagement. Its worth is around a million dollars."
A million-dollar what? Did I hallucinate or hear my name instead of Nathaniel's?
"Pardon me," I began. I blinked my eyes several times to snap myself out of an unlikely dream. "You are gifting your son what?"
Mr. Sinclair and Mrs. Sinclair laughed at me in unison. "We are not talking about our son, Miss Walter. This mansion and everything I own are all his. What he wanted was love and someone who could understand him. Since you gave him the only thing he lacked that we couldn't buy with money, we would like to gift you an island. It is only the beginning because we wish to give you more to express our gratitude."
An island all to myself? Was God rewarding me for some good deed? I couldn't imagine having that much money. I don't know why it felt like I was undeserving. My life couldn't change in a few days. I touched my neck. When my good time came, it wasn't supposed to bring unease.
"Amelia," Mrs. Sinclair called for my attention. "Are you even here with us? What are you thinking?"
"She must be lost in the thoughts of our handsome son," Mr. Sinclair jested.
"Yes, but I can't accept such a massive gift from you. Nathan and I aren't even married yet. What if it doesn't work out? What if he broke up with me before the wedding?" I expressed. My words butchered their happiness. They now appeared confused, worried, and a tad bit disappointed.
Why did I do that? I should be giving them a guarantee of a wedding and grandchildren. That was the only thing they wanted from me, and again, I completely blew it.
"In that situation, we would have to take it back from you," said Mr. Sinclair gravely.
His answer wasn't unexpected, but I felt so embarrassed to be the reason he clarified it to me. Perhaps Frank was right. No one was generous enough to look after an estranged fiancé or a broken relationship. It would all be meaningless if Nathan decided to leave me.
The couple burst into laughter. Were they mocking me? I couldn't tell.
"My beloved husband loves to give people a hard time with his grim, dark humor," Mrs. Sinclair spoke, playfully hitting him on his chest.
"Guilty of being the funniest person on this property." Mr. Sinclair comically raised his hands. It was not funny to me. Even after trying, I couldn't stretch my mouth in a way that would show amusement instead of the discomfort I was feeling. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Miss Walter," he continued. "Nathan is notorious for rejecting girls and firing people. He doesn't have a reputation for breaking off engagements because this is his first time. The wedding will happen. It has to. I will make sure of that." He seemed confident, but if his son truly listened to him, he would have gotten married way before.
"I agree," Mrs. Sinclair jumped in. "Amelia, why don't you see me in my room in five minutes? I have something very important to share with you. It's another heirloom. My husband and I wish you to have it." Her words seemed fine, but her eyes spoke differently. She had a lot more to say. I prayed to God that it had to do something with her returning to her senses.