Haunted by my Past Mistake….Episode 92
Haunted by my Past Mistake….
Victoria neatly arranged her hair. She had a sly smile on her lips. She slowly let her eyes access her whole body. Sensing her dress was still in order, she concluded that she was perfectly dressed for James and him alone. She couldn’t wait to see him. There was something new about her.
“You may come in, miss,” the young maid interrupted her thoughts.
Victoria raised her eyes and let them run over the pretty blonde standing before her. She was probably in her mid-twenties, dressed in the servant’s uniform. She was bowing slightly before her – sign of respect. Victoria smiled to herself in contentment. This kind of act she loved every bit of it. Her heart leapt with joy as she was going to receive such polite treatment daily. She just couldn’t wait to be his wife.
“Hey, what’s your name?” Victoria asked the maid.
“Its…. er…… um,” Rosa stuttered. She had never been asked what her name was by any visitor. It really came as a surprise to her. “Rosa.” the name finally passed through her lips.
Victoria nodded in response and smiled back at her. “
Lovely name. Just like you.” She’d do that, wouldn’t she?
“Thanks, ma’am. He’s in-”
“Don’t worry,” Victoria cut in. “I know where to find him.”
Victoria breathed deeply and breezed past Rosa into the living room confidently. She was so sure of herself. No one was going to stop her or bring her joy to a halt.
As seconds rolled by, she found herself standing right before the eyes of her prince charming. She let her gaze hold his, smiling innocently. She welcomed his eyes running all over her body, as she never stopped gazing at him. That curious look on his face coupled with uncertainty got her rejoicing within her. She felt like a star. He was staring like he wasn’t sure who she was. He was simply speechless. She kept her good work.
“Abigail?” James blurted out, utterly baffled.
Hearing him call her that, made her heart lurch. He finally called her that name. She was going to become her.
What was going on? James had sent his friends into the house and was prepared to confront her. Someone else had appeared before him. Her hairdo, her make up and even her dressing, it all reminded him of Abigail. She did look like her, the similarities were clear. It got him looking at her without a blink. He was totally confused. Her unending smiles sent more conflicting emotions into him.
“Abigail?” James called the second time, shambling to meet the woman.
Victoria kept still, facing him. She wasn’t to utter a sound. She’d let him trot to meet her. He has to come for her.
James let out a breath. This wasn’t Abigail. It was obviously not Abigail. She’d never act like that. James felt stupid having called her ‘Abigail’. If she had changed her hair style and outfit just to puzzle him, she had actually succeeded. She was such an annoying she-devil who wouldn’t take no for an answer. He kept trudging to meet her. On getting to her, he snorted,
“Victoria, I’m very sorry to have called you the name of my fiancée.”
Victoria’s smile, her countenance changed into disappointment twisted with jealousy and bitterness. She felt daunted.
“That name belongs to me alone. And I am your fiancée!” Victoria retorted angrily.
James laughed contemptuously, irritating her more and more.
“Is that why you took her away? So you can take her place?” James fed his eyes once more. His angry look revealed the depth of how disgusting she was to him. He was disgusted by her stupidity. She didn’t act matured, more like a senseless child.
“You went too far. You’re all dressed up like her, you think I’ll look at you again? You’re incorrigible,” James angrily gave her a piece of his mind.
Victoria felt foolish. There was this desire. The surging urge to hit him. She couldn’t do that. She’d never hit the man she loved. No matter what he said, she was infallible and will always be. Bracing up, she gazed at him the same way he’d been looking at her.
“What you’re saying doesn’t make any sense. You’re trying to get me worked up. It won’t happen.” She edged past him. Got to a couch and slid into it. She was trying to calm her racing heart and nervous body.
James followed her, “Don”t you dare. Why did you do it?” he barked.
She rolled her eyes rudely. “Do what!” she fired.
Her got out his cellphone and showed her a picture on it. “Please, explain this.”
To Be Continued…