Fate Undecided

Chapter nine
I look at him again, at his handsome face. I now see what Hattie saw in him. Just being close to him gives me chills. I don't believe I crushed on him briefly.
No, that can never happen.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" His wide eyes watch me for a while. His lips parted slightly and I feel like kissing him again.
I must be going insane. Or this man must be a sorcerer. If he thinks Hattie will divorce her husband, then he's making a big mistake. He is going to wait forever.
"I'm telling you what your brain refuses to tell you. Do you even know my nickname?" I smirk at him, "it's a snail. I will always stay on the side of truth."
He chuckles lightly, "Your nickname doesn't even match the description. Does snail tell the truth?"
I frown at him, embarrassed at myself. That's what I get for not completing my education. Most times, I would say nonsense.
"Well, at least I'm not the tortoise. I'm not tricky like you!" II say and walk away before he would say more or before I start having some more bad thoughts of him.
There was no one in the living room when I step inside the living room. I wonder where the maids are and what they are doing.
What a nice time anyway. I made my way inside my bedroom.
I open the door and walk-in. Somehow, I can't seem to forget the guy I just spoke with. I could have asked for his name but I forgot. How could I forget something like that?
I walk to my window and look down at the garden, perhaps I would see him there. But there was no one in the garden. That's strange.
I turn around and my heart skips a beat. Someone has suddenly materialized and is standing in front of the door.
Gosh! It's James!
I steady my breathing and glare at him, " Why are you scaring me like that?"
"What were you looking out for?" he says and walks to me. He attempted to look through the window but I drop the curtain.
"Now, what are you looking for?"
James sighs and walks back, "Why did you wall out? Mercy warned you not to step out of your room. The only place you are supposed to be aside from your room is the living room. Do you know what she will say if she finds out you went out?" He rattles off, angrily.
I sigh I wonder what they are worried about. I'm a copy of Hattie already. And no one is going to see anything.
"What are you angry about? I didn't even see anyone except," I stop briefly as I contemplate on whether to tell him about the guy I saw in the garden. No, I won't.
James is suddenly so close, a breath away. The memory of when the guy kissed me flood my head and I quickly push him away, "What are you doing!" I scream at him. Was he also about to kiss me?
Gosh, I don't know why I'm thinking about this guy.
Jam ground and stands, "What the fuck did you just do? What were you thinking of?" He sighs and takes a retreating step, "You mustn't get any funny ideas. You might look like Hattie but you can never be Hattie," he stops by the door, "Mercy will be here soon, get prepared," he says, walks out.
I speed to the mirror and realize I'm blushing real hard. Why is mere thinking of him giving me goosebumps?
Gosh! This is not good! I'm not supposed to be feeling this way for Hattie's ex-boyfriend. Even though these two can never date yet it feels as though I'm passing my boundary.
Mercy is on her way? I wonder why she's coming here. She's will always come with more rules. Maybe that's why I don't like her. She's too arrogant and I wonder if that is how Hattie is.
I walk inside the bathroom for a quick shower.
I select blue bumbum shorts with a white blouse.
Everything looks good on me as if they were there for my sake.
I just wonder where Hattie is. Well, somewhere safe. I trust these rich children to have more than two million dollars on their credit cards. She could be in a hotel currently.
Their lifestyle is desirable except for the marriage issue. Most of these rich parents always see to it that their children marry someone as wealthy as they are. Whereby to the children, it will just be like they are forcing them.
I wear a gold wristwatch and style my hair in a ponytail. I look so pretty this way. What am I even saying? I'm Hattie and Hattie is beautiful.
The door opens suddenly and Mercy walks in. Trust her not to have respect for anyone. Is she married? If yes, then I will love to meet her husband and talk sense into him.
"We are going out," she sits on the bed and sips the wine in her hand.
We are going out? Gosh, I can't go in this type of attire.
I rush to the closet and select a blue short gown. I walk out and look at Mercy.
She looks back at me and nods briefly, "it looks like you are ready for me."
Yes! Fool! Let's get it done with.
I enter a designer slipper and watch Mercy walkout. I follow her quickly.
We walk inside her car and I turn to look at her now, "Where are we going to?"
"Boutique," she says and drives out of the compound, "Your wedding is fast approaching and we discovered you don't even have a nice wedding outfit."
I turn away as a blush appears on my face. I can't believe I will be wearing a wedding outfit. Are these people planning on elaborating the party?
Well, they should. Perhaps Hattie will come home quickly and I will be able to go home to spend my one million dollars. I can't wait.
We arrive at a Beau and Beauty Boutique. The number one Boutique around here. I've heard of it severally but I haven't been able to get close to it, talk less of buying something here. It seems like a place for the riches and the wealthy.
We walk down and Mercy leads us in. I follow, while taking my steps as gently as I can, just as Mercy has taught me.
People are around and so I wouldn't want them to know Im, not the real Hattie.
We walk inside and I'm surprised by the beauty of it. The shelves are arranged with great mannerism. The designs are something out of this world. The coolness coming around is something I can pay to get.
Mercy walks to a shelf and turns to her right where a staircase is. She took it up and I follow swiftly, amazed by how the building was built.
We arrived at the room for Wedding gowns. There are no other dresses aside from the wedding gowns. While walking to the third sheet on the third row, I realized there are suit mannequins around.
So, this place is mainly for male and female wears for a wedding.
People are walking around, some in wedding gowns and some obviously about to get one.
I can't believe I will finally be able to say I've been in Beau and Beauty.
"Here!" Mercy calls out and I rush to her. She's holding a wedding gown close to her, "What do you think about this?"
I shiver as I stare at the gown. It's a sleeveless gown that will probably display my cleavage. I don't think I have the mind to wear something like that. I have never worn clothes like that.
Mercy moves to a mannequin, "What about this?"
I look at the dress, with a net trap to its chest. So, unlike the first one, the net will cover my cleavage but it's harmless.
"Let me try the one on the mannequins. I've never had clothes like the one you are holding," I tell her.
She hisses, "This is what Hattie would go for. And it's what you will go for!" She says dangerously and throws the clothes at me.
My heart skips a beat as I hold the dress in my hands. The material is out of the world. I have never touched something like it.
I know Mercy wouldn't let me wear what I chose. I just don't know why she asked me in the first place.
Like I've said earlier, she's arrogant and I hate her. I wonder how she managed to be Hattie's friend. Unless well if Hattie is also arrogant.
What am I even saying, rich people, are always arrogant? Maybe it's the criteria for getting rich, I don't know but that's what I've noticed.
I nod at Mercy and clutch the clothes to myself.
She watched me for a moment, "I'm not asking you. I'm saying you should go and put it on. How do we know it's the right one for you?" Her dangerous eyes flip all over me.
I nod briefly, "Where do I get changed?"
"Take a turn when you get to the end of the female section, you will see the two doors."
I nod and hurry off. I just pray I don't see Mercy again till this contract ends. I don't want to see her again. She makes my heartbeats faster.
I walk to the door but a lady appears beside me suddenly, "I'm sorry madam but this closet is occupied. Will you wait or will you use another space?"
Waiting won't be good. What if Mercy gets mad at me.
I smile at the lady, "I will rather use another space."
"Follow me then," she says and starts walking away.
I look back briefly before following her, the dress still clutched to my chest as if it's a shield. I can't help the shivers. Gosh, I'm so scared and anxious and worried.
We walk past the male mannequins before she stops before a door. She turns to look at me, a big smile on her face, "Here ma'am," she says.
"Wow, it's Hattie," someone says behind me and I whirl around to look at some ladies giggling to themselves before walking in.
In the room is a big mirror. I stare at myself for a moment, I have these past few days. My skin is has gotten brighter and more smooth.
And I finally seem to look like Hattie. I slid out of my gown and wear the wedding dress.
I find it strange that the dress fits me so well as if it was tailored for me. I look at myself in the mirror amazed at the person staring at me and wearing my ponytail.
"Hattie is getting married to Henry," someone says behind me. I look back briefly and realize they must be in the closet next to mine," She'slucky. She's marrying Ayles billionaire. And the best. Others are scum."
A soft laugh, "No, he's lucky to have Hattie. They both fit perfectly well," a soft voice corrected.
I sigh. If only they know this isn't Hattie.
It feels weird taking up someone else.
I look at myself in the mirror again, especially at my breast. My seen cleavage bothers me and I try to pull the dress up.
Gosh! I don't believe this is happening to me. I know Mercy wouldn't be bothered red here days into wearing half-naked attire.
I wonder what I will do if I'm asked on a beach before Hattie comes back.
That must never happen.
Hattie will be back soon, she will come back the second day after the wedding.
I open the door and walk out. I look up and my eyes went forward at Declan and Weston laughing at a corner.
My heart did a flip and I move back unconsciously.
Declan must never see me. He would recognize me. OMG!
I turn quickly but miss my steps. A cry of agony left my mouth as I anticipate colliding with the floor.
Strong arms held me quickly, turn me and pull me closer to a strong chest.
My heartbeats increase as I stare up at Hattie's ex-boyfriend.