Andrew gave me advance payment for the job. The salary he offered me is larger than the amount I used to earn in those part-times. I was right. Wealthy people keep their employees happy.
With my savings and this new amount altogether, I'm able to pay for my first college semester. It's confirmed I'm going to college this year. Hobsons saved me.
It's been a week since I've been working at the Mansion and strangely, no one from the family came to see me.
"Can't you convince your Mom that I don't want to wear her chosen wedding dress?" I heard a female voice while I was
preparing lunch at the mansion's kitchen,
"You know everything. Still, you're asking me such a question, Samara." Then a male voice comes.
The voices are coming from the dining area I guess. I furrow my brows, trying to think who could be speaking so loudly. Both of the voices are very clear.
It's hard to ignore them, I still try and concentrate on cucumbers. I'm preparing a Japanese salad.
"But, it's my wedding, Ashar. I have a right to choose my own wedding dress." The woman responds.
I frown again. Wedding? Wedding dress? Are they that couple who is about to get married?
Curiosity begins bubbling up in me. I decide to at least look at them.
News about their wedding is everywhere in the news media. People are talking about it. I put my knife down, wipe the moisture from my hands with the apron I have on me and sneak towards the kitchen exit.
Hesitantly, I peek outside the kitchen that's when I see a woman's face.
I move my head out further to get a look of man's face, but at the same moment, the brunette looks in my direction. I pull back my head inside immediately before she could catch me. She is definitely Samara Elizabeth, fiance of Ashar Hobsons.
"My Mom's designs are the best in the city. Besides, we need to make our wedding look perfect. Your choice is not appropriate. We are building our reputation and expanding our business through this marriage so we can't act carelessly." Ashar speaks.
I get puzzled. Marriage for business expansion? The news about them said they are madly in love.
I don't know much about them, but the girls at my school discuss about Ashar Hobsons wedding so I heard them. I heard that Samara and Ashar are childhood sweethearts and they finally have decided to tie themselves into a sacred marriage relation.
"You sound like we are doing some sort of contract marriage. Don't you love me?"
"Sam, you know I don't feel that kind of love for you. Still you embarrass me by asking the same question again and again."
Huh?
"I'm comfortable in your company. You're the only close friend I've been with so I just thought we'll do well as husband and wife. However, I'm happy that our marriage would open doors of success for both of our businesses."
My mouth agape in stupefaction. So this wedding is not happening out of love? People say otherwise. Their wedding is a hot topic for the tabloids and gossip mags nowadays.
Their admirers are resembling it with a fairy-tale wedding and praising their love for each other. I'm hearing a different story here.
I once again dare to peek outside the kitchen. Samara's arms are wrapped around Ashar's neck. I'm still unable to see his face.
"One day you'll start loving me." Afterwards, she leans forward and kisses her fiancée on the lips.
My eyes widen. I swiftly move back my head inside the kitchen.
Blush crawls up my neck and reach to my cheeks. I scurry towards the counter once again and resume my work.
I would be kicked out of the mansion instantaneously if anyone finds out about my sneak peek.
But it's not my fault that they were talking so loudly. It's not my fault that I overheard the secretive truth about their grand wedding.
I'm feeling weird.