Chapter 2: An Unexpected Proposal, A Defiant Response
"Wow, is she telling me I have to wear this dress?" Moira shook her head as she examined the dress.
The dress was inappropriate for the occasion. She knows that if she wears this dress to go there, people will stare and gossip about her.
"I am going to wear this dress, and the only people who will be embarrassed is you - this family, not me."
She wore the dress her stepmother had given her to the party.
[At the party]
She was wearing the minidress and was on her way down when all eyes were on her.
"What kind of dress is she wearing?" asked someone.
"I told her not to wear it, but she didn't listen to me," her stepmother said, sipping champagne. "Because I am not her mother, what I say is meaningless to her."
"What is your husband saying about her?" she wondered. "Did he agree with her behavior?"
"What can my husband do?" asked the stepmother. "He can't even control her, and if people don't know, they'll think I wore her this dress on purpose to mock her."
"You've been through a lot," she said. "At least you have your kids. Imagine you do not have kids; she will take your husband's entire property and leave you none."
She sets the wine down on the table and wipes her eyes with her napkin. She put her hand on her chin.
Moira moved to an adjacent table and requested wine from the server.
Her father arrives to meet her.
"What kind of dress are you wearing?"
"You should ask your wife," she suggested.
The server brought her the wine, and she told him thank you.
"What did she do?" he wondered. "I understand you dislike her, but don't lie about her; she knows how important this party is to me."
"Did she?" she asked while swirling her wine.
"Go back inside and change," he instructed. "Don't let me meet you here."
Moira rose up, glanced at her father, hissed, and walked away from where she was sitting with the wine.
Moira had a nice relationship with her father when she was younger, but it soured when her mother died and he married her best friend.
Moira collided with a man and spilled wine on him.
"I am sorry; I didn't mean to."
"Why don't you look where you're going?" He said, as his eyes widened and his face was red.
Moira raised her head and met his gaze. He was tall, with black curly hair gently falling over a tense face and wide blue eyes. This is the face of Cedric, who is good with his business. Many people are afraid of him, and girls adore him.
"I am sorry; give me your suit, and I will clean it."
"Do you know how expensive this suit is?" he questioned. "Even if you sell your home, you can't afford it," he said as he took his hand away from her.
Moira had had enough of his attitude. She'd heard a lot about him but never met him. She never could have thought that someone like him could be like this.
"What's the matter with you? I apologize, and I even want to clean it up for you."
"Do you know who I am?"
"Who doesn't know about you?"
Her father met with her.
"I saw what happened," he said, "and I apologize for what she did."
"Why on earth is this so-called father following me?" she wondered.
"I will forgive her if she cleans it for me."
"Wasn't I going to do that before?" she thought.
Her father gave her a glance.
"Clean it," he said solemnly.
"Give it to me; let me take it to the dry cleaner," she said, reaching out her hand.
"Come with me, and I will give it to you."
"Why do you want me to follow you?" she questioned. "Just give it to me."
"Do you expect me to remove my suit here?"
"It is only your suit jacket that is stained,"
Her father urged her to accompany him. She followed him until they were in front of the women's restroom.
"Give me your suit jacket."
He smirked as she stared at him. He approaches her while she moves backward until she hits the wall.
A group of girls were about to enter the restroom when they noticed Moira and Cedric in an uncompromising situation. With only the look of Cedric, they all left without using the restroom.
"What exactly do you want?"
"You look different from any other girl I have seen."
"Isn't that what all the boys say?"
He pressed his lips against hers. She tried pushing him away, but he refused to move.
He ultimately came to a halt, and Moira recovered her breath. She slapped him across the face and wiped her mouth with her hand.
"Be my wife," he says.
"What?" Moira cleared her throat, unable to believe what she had just heard.
How can a guy like him casually ask a girl he's never met to marry him?
"Marry me,"
"Why?" she asked, pushing him away from her.
"You don't have a good relationship with your father."
"How do you know?"
"There is nothing I don't know," he continued, his gaze fixed on her. "Nobody wants you or loves you."
Moira was a little hurt by what he said, but she knew he was telling the truth."
Her best friend and her late mother are the only people who care about her.
"And so?"
"I will love you; you'll be first in my heart, and I'll look after your needs. I will treat you as the queen that you are."
"Stop lying through your teeth."
"You can either believe me or not," he said. "So, what do you say?"
She shoved him against the wall.
"There are some things you should know; I take the lead here, and you will be the wife while I am the husband."
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