Pretending
THE THINGS I will take with me when Lawrence and I leave are ready. While waiting for him to arrive, I glanced in the mirror many times since the anxiety in my chest didn’t go away.
I almost jumped in shock when I heard a series of doorbell rings.
“Just a moment!” I yelled and glanced again at the mirror to check my reddish-orange dress and tiptoe shoes again.
“Hi!” I greeted him warmly when I opened the door.
I seemed to be burned by the way he looked at me. Nor did I escape his gentle look at my whole being.
“Ah, come in first. I’ll just get my things,” I said before turning around.
As he walked inside, I glanced at him. My heart flushed as I noticed the strength behind his stunning features. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and faded denim jeans and his Nike shoes that matched his brown leather jacket.
My eyes were wondering when his eyes met mine. “Let me help you with that,” he said, then took my bag from me.
***
WE WERE JUST quiet during the trip. And I felt the awkward silence between us. But I don’t think I need to open a conversation now.
“How was your sleep last night?” he asked, then started turning on the machine.
“Uh, it was fine.” I smiled.
“Good,” he added. He did not speak anymore because his car had already stopped. I adapted myself to the view as the structure gradually faded, later replaced by green trees and farms.
After about two hours, we finally reached the Saavedra Resort. As always, I was impressed by the beautiful scenery that greeted us.
He guided me inside the hotel, nor did we forget to greet some employees when Lawrence saw us.
“Let me take you to your suite first, then I’ll pick you up later for our lunch.”
I just nodded. It was just the two of us inside the elevator, but I could not understand why he was so close to me. My heart was pounding so fast. I feel like my knees will fall if we spend more time in the elevator.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly in my left ear.
I stiffened and lowered my gaze to the floor. “I’m fine.”
I close my eyes as he gently caresses the trunk of my hair. “I’m sorry. I know you shouldn’t be here, but I promise to take good care of you, whatever happens,” he whispered again.
I was so grateful when the door finally opened. I finally had a chance to walk away from him.
Damn it, Margaux! It was just a whisper. It was just a touch! Calm down!
Fortunately, we quickly reached the room he had reserved for me. I saw perfection in every corner of this room. The construction is detailed, and it seems like a lot of time was taken to beautify the place.
When my eyes were satisfied with what I saw, I turned to Lawrence who was carrying my bag.
“Thanks. I’m fine here.” I immediately pulled my bag.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Thank you again,” I said, then smiled a little.
“I’ll just check the staff downstairs. I’ll be back in a minute,” he said and bid goodbye to me.
When he left, I had a shower and changed into a red dress with the same sandals. My hair is pulled back into a bun, and I put a little color on my lips.
Moments later, Lawrence knocked again to pick me up.
“Hi, gorgeous!” A soft smile appeared on his lips as he lay on his hand at the door frame.
My face turned to the color of a bad sunburn. I turned my head to the side to avert my gaze. I used to be praised by others but not Lawrence.
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