Genevieve anxiously paced around the living room, her perfectly manicured nails in between her teeth. “Where did Noah go?” She muttered to herself.
“No no, Eve. Calm down and stop overthinking. He said he’ll be back,” she cautioned, calming her racing thoughts.
It was 6 pm already and Noah was nowhere to be found. He’d left two hours ago when they were dressing up for their anniversary dinner. She’d suggested that they have a romantic dinner in a fancy restaurant and for the first time ever, Noah agreed. How happy was she about that? She’d barely kept herself from screaming out loud in excitement.
Only heaven knew how much she had been anticipating this day. Plus she was putting on his favorite color. Black and white. And if he doesn’t show up, it will all go to….
Eve stopped pacing around and rushed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to calm her nerves. The thoughts were getting out of hand and she might faint from thinking negative things.
“Genevieve!”
The sudden call made her jump, the glass slipping out of her hand to the floor.
“Noah? She whispered, recognizing the voice and she spun around. He must be calling so they leave for the romantic dinner that she planned. Her heart skipped a beat.
Delightfully, she rushed out of the kitchen to the living room to stand before him.
“I’m here. I’ve been waiting for you. I’m ready. Can we leave now?”
Her eyes were fixated on the angry eyes of her husband but she waved it off and smiled at him.
“I’m sorry I wasn't at the door but I was waiting. I was waiting for you,” she tried to convince him. “Look, I wore your favorite color.” She twirled, showcasing her outfit.
Genevieve had a dreamy look on her face as she stared at her husband. Like a lovesick puppy that she was. It was a look that she’d worn since the first day that they met and she wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
She had ignored whatever his mother and the servants threw at her. She’d been fine with anything as long as he stayed with her.
Her eyes trailed to the two ladies beside her husband and they widened as she recognized the girl on the wheelchair with her servant assisting her. They had the same look that Noah had on his face.
Suddenly, she gasped.
“Melissa?” Her voice trembled with each second that passed and she stared at the girl’s bandaged self. Melissa Johan, the only daughter of the Johan family. A very close family friend of the Hanks and the pampered princess of both families. “Oh my, Melissa. What happened to you?”
“Really? You’re asking me that?” The girl raised a brow.