18| Pink Lamborghini.

Ruby.

A week had passed since the scandal and I had ignored Toby as much as I could. It was an early morning and the sound of trumpet and piano woke me up. I opened my left eye first trying to understand what the fudge was happening.

Faces.
Strange faces.
Flowers.
Balloons.
Cakes.
Teddy bears.

And then cameras.

And then I jumped up on impulse.
"Happy birthday!" Came the shouts and screams from the people in the room.

"Birthday? Today?" I battled within myself wondering what the date was, how could I forget my own birthday?
The clicks of cameras and all startled me and I suddenly remembered that I was in pajamas and worse, my hair was sticking in different directions.
What the hell?

"Happy birthday, my darling wife. This is your first birthday as my wife and I wanted to make it a very special one for you..." Toby started.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes not caring about the fact that he saw that simple action.

He was dressed in a simple knickers and white designer t-shirt yet he looked hot in it.

Devil.

"...I love you so much, my baby. And that's why I decided to get you a very special gift. Shall I? It's a surprise." Toby said bringing out a blindfold.
I rolled my eyes openly this time.
He pinched me secretly but I didn't care.

I allowed him to blindfold me and my face held not even a simple smile for someone whose husband had just surprised her. He guarded me to the compound, the people and cameras following. We got out and then he took off the blindfold and what I stared at was a Lamborghini. A pink Lamborghini decorated with red, white and blue ribbons and balloons.

The cameras clicked more and more as wows and awws flew around.
My jaw dropped as I was shocked at the length this guy would go to act like a good husband and deceive people into forgetting about his scandal.

"Leap." I heard a whisper from Toby.

"What?" I asked.

"Leap for joy! Scream! You just got a Lamborghini, bitch." He whispered again.
I turned to look at him with disdain and then I refused to do what he asked.



I knew that there would be consequences for my actions. I just didn't care. There had always been consequences for things I didn't even do so why not just do them?
I managed to smile as Toby hugged and swirled me. I couldn't help but smile, even when I knew that it was all scam.

Why would he get a pink Lamborghini? Pink of all colors? That blinding color?
There are cooler colors like black and white. The fuck is pink?

After lots of pictures, poses and more fake smiles, I was finally back in my room. Toby walked in, his face contorted in annoyance.
I rolled my eyes for the seventh time that morning.

"What was that about? You were supposed to be all over me! Hugging and kissing me! Grateful for the surprise, this was supposed to make them think that the scandal is fake and we had no issues whatsoever but you went there and acted like a fool." He snapped.

I kept quiet.

Jump on you, my foot!

'Say that aloud, coward!' My subconscious taunted.

"You disturbed my morning sleep with a pink Lamborghini! What the hell? And what's all these stupid roses and balloons all over? The sight is Gory!" I let out kicking off the balloons in anger as one of them bursted.
If only that was Toby's head. Boom!

"Compared to the stupid car you owned before? Are you even for real right now? You know what, I don't want to deal with you right now. Just get up, dress up and do whatever you have to do, a super big birthday party has been organized for you and everyone would be there, and I mean everyone."
He then stormed out of my room.
I hissed.

~•~

I was seated in the back seat of my pink Lamborghini while the driver drove me to the venue of my birthday party.
I was dressed in a short flare black gown, glistening with diamonds and stones all through. You'd think I just came out of a shining stuff with the way I was glistening.

My phone pinged and pinged over and over from numerous birthday messages.

Not to my direct message. It was Social media, Instagram, twitter and all.

Heck, the hashtag HappybirthdayRubyDaniels was even trending in number one on twitter.

Overwhelming.

Blogs, and lots of brands were wishing me a very happy birthday and pictures of my surprise from this morning flooded the internet.
I broke the internet.

"Because you're married to Toby Daniels." My inner voice added.

I decided to take a selfie of myself with my latest IPhone and finally upload a picture with the simple caption, +1.
But the pictures came out awful.

My fat ugly ass.

"Stop the car." I said calmly.

"Ma'am?" The driver asked.

"I said stop the car!" I snapped.
The car halted and I stepped out.

"I wouldn't do that ma'am. There are people all over. And the convoy would attract attention." The driver, also a bodyguard got down immediately too.
"Yea, Whatever. Take a picture of me." I said as I gave him the phone.

He gave me weird looks at first before he started to click the pictures.
I started to pose, imitating poses I had seen from lots of Nigerian celebrities.
I stood in a way that my curves were exaggerated, I held my breath for a while so as to get a flat-tummy picture.
I looked away and acted like I was unaware of the camera in front of me. I stood beside my Lamborghini, threw my head to the back and laughed.

People were gathering and watching but I didn't care. It was my birthday! Couldn't I at least be crazy for that day?

I climbed on the Lamborghini after taking off my heels, careful not to fall as I striked yet another pose.
I was starting to enjoy the attention.

"Hy, Mrs Ruby Daniels." A Short petite girl approached me.