CHAPTER572
I take in my tired pale reflection and sigh again as Janetta fusses around out in the lounge laying out my clothes. She offered to come with me to my show after she found me crying and ended up telling her why I was so upset. She tried to defend him, of course she would, as she adores the very ground he walks on, much like most people who know him. I block her out. Just so low, deflated, and empty.
It feels like going to graduation and having none of your loved ones show up for you. Or a birthday bash where your best friend doesn’t bother to show face.
I told her it was okay, I would rather just face this alone, get it done and come home and avoid the after party. Biggest moment in my year just became something I have to endure and wish I didn’t have to go at all. I want it to be over and done with, so I can forget it all.
There’s a knock on the door, even though it’s only eight am and I look around in confusion from my open bedroom door. Janetta toddles up towards the door as I wait with a held breath and slowly emerge to see who the hell would be here at this time. It’s not like we know anyone who would randomly pop by at any hour.
She opens the door to reveal a huge bunch of white roses and that anger spikes again. The rage I have still brewing for my brown eyed prick of a boyfriend comes back with fury.
Arry and his trademark apology that he should know will never work on me, he can go fuck himself for sure. These flowers will go the same way the ones he tried to give me two years ago will go… Right out the god damn window. I hate that he’s trying to redeem himself in this way. Did he really learn nothing from that one time, and here I thought he was a guy who learned a lesson and heeded it!
White flowers? Really? White flag of idiocy.
She goes and takes the bunch of flowers from the delivery man without looking my way and reveals a sight that literally shocks me to the core.
“Hey, hey, beautiful lady.” Christian stands in my doorway with a massive grin and even bigger present between his ankles all wrapped up in silver paper. He’s like a rainbow on a grey cloudy day and I’m overwhelmed with the squeal that comes out of me involuntarily. On my feet fast and racing to him to throw myself into the best hug ever.
“How the… ??? Where did??” I’m speechless, unsure how the hell he got here if Arrick could not get a flight from New York and I’m suddenly crazily over suspicious as I lean back while hanging around his neck.
“Your beloved called me to find out if I was in London yet… Only got in there last night and had to rush to get a flight over here… He didn’t have to bribe me much, but I did make him suffer. What an ass missing your big day and I told him that.” Christian’s my sunny warm day after a shitty cold winter and I have to stifle the sob of relief building up and ready to consume me.
I throw myself back at him, wrapping him up in a much-needed second hug and immediately drop wet tears on my cheek with the sheer happiness at seeing him. That someone I love is here to hold my hand in this. Someone who really matters to me and understands the importance of this day.
“Oh my god, I’m crazy happy that you are here.” I squeeze him and can’t help the little sobs that escape me as I do. Christian crushing me half to death with his man arms that he has clearly been working out.
“Well, you’re lucky school had us all over to London for the weekend. I have to head back after your show, but I couldn’t leave you flying solo. Arrick paid for my flights and asked me to bring you this. My little Diva.” He picks up the box at his feet and hands it to me, but I glare at it, take it slowly and then walk away and lay it on the couch without opening it.
“He can go fuck himself.” I repeat sternly, even though he sent me one of my best friends, it doesn’t excuse his lack of presence; despite being overjoyed that Chris is here, I still wish it was Arry.
It should have been Arrick. I can’t forgive that right now.
“Ouch, so I guess you are still blocking his calls?” Christian eyes me warily and watches me from the door. Janetta has now pulled him inside so she can close it and wanders off to the kitchen with the flowers in hand.
“Are they from you or him?” I ask Chris pointedly and watch him visibly turn from smiling cheekily to a serious frown.
“If I say ‘him’ are you going to behead them?” He looks suddenly afraid for the life of the roses and in a second it answers me.
“Janetta, please take them to your own apartment; I don’t want them.” I nod at her as she looks from me to Christian, holds her tongue and nods as she makes her way to the front door instead, to relive my presence of them immediately.
“Babes, come on, Arry is totally gutted he can’t be here. All he has done is text me like a stalker every half hour to make sure I picked them up and your little gift and was heading here. He’s going crazy over this, and that you won’t talk to him. You know how easily his life falls to shit when his Princess blanks him.” Christian long ago landed in the love side of Arry and has had split loyalty ever since. I glare coolly at him and shake my head, not backing down in how hurt and angry I still am at him. He knew what this meant, he promised me. Gifts are Arrick’s fall back for when he fucks up and even though it works for various dumb Carrero decisions; not this time, not with this.
“Don’t! If you want to live, then that name is a dirty word today and I do not want to hear it.” I move to my room again to finish getting ready. Even though I’m dressed, I need to put on a ton of make up to hide my awful pallor and dark circles caused by tossing and turning all night.
“I said he could call my cell and I would convince you to…”
“Not a chance. I mean it. STOP! My mind is made up, he’s in the doghouse and I don’t want to speak to him or think about him until after my show is done.” My nerves are stretched so far, they may snap again, and my head is crazily turned inside out. I’m sick, strung out and just not able to cope with the addition of any Arrick Carrero chat about now. His groveling would make me a hundred times worse.
My head has one focus. Getting through this show without some sort of emotional breakdown and coming home to deal with my anger and upset over my dickhead boyfriend who I presume is not coming home anytime soon. When Christian leaves to get his flight back to London, then I will deal with Arry. I know I told him not to come back, but part of me hoped that he would still make the effort. That he would still show up.
Stupid girl.
“Well, you know all flights today got grounded from New York, too, right? Bad weather! He did say there was a good chance he wouldn’t be able to come and get back in time if he couldn’t get a flight today before dinner. He has some boring thing going on that’s tying him up.” Christian carries on innocently and it pretty much answers my question. I shake my head, don’t answer even though it’s another stab to the heart and frown at him coldly, giving him a final warning.
Arrick isn’t coming back if he still needs to be there, even if I’m ghosting him and refusing to talk. I know him. He will want to come here, but if he has commitments in the form of a meeting or something Carrero related, he’ll stay and hope to come back right after to fix this. His need to do the right thing and not let his family down in business matters will override his need to drop it all and rush back to me. He knows deep down that with us, the damage is done, and he can’t change that. He cannot fix missing my show and leaving me alone, even if he did send a stand in. He will stay, do what needs to be done then come home with every tool in his arsenal to grovel and try to make this right. Which I doubt he can. I hate knowing him this well.
I am so pissed at him.
“Shouldn’t we already be there. Christian eyes me over my shoulder at my reflection in the mirror as I quickly apply my war paint and frown harder. Extra concealer on my blotchy tear stained pallor.
“No. Models and beauty teams were in at six, we don’t need to go until nine, as the show starts at ten… I just need to do this, and we’ll go. My driver is taking us today instead of walking it. It’s not far, but in this weather, I would look like a drowned rat and I can’t deal with a walk today.”
“Don’t hate him, Sophs… The guy is devastated that he’s missing this and asked me to film the entire thing on my cell.” Christian is now frowning, pleading puppy eyes honed on mine as I regard him coolly. That blonde hair flopping over one gorgeous blue eye that is fluttering dramatically. Christian is still a beautiful looking boy, but he seems to be adopting a very non-gender style nowadays and sporting some false lashes and pink lips to go with his Louis Vuitton black suit and pink bag.
“Don’t bother… it’s being filmed for an internet channel. If he really wanted to see it, he would be here.” I sound harsh, cold, indifferent, even though inside I’m still bleeding and breaking but I have more important things to think about."
