Amara kept on thinking about Today’s event. She knew either she will get the truth or her heart will be broken again by the same person. But this time she’ll not let her emotions come in the way of truth.

“Amara darling, Don’t move. I’m working on your eyes.”

“Robbie, its just a gala and not my wedding ?”

“It doesn’t matter what the occasion is. You are getting your makeup done by the best makeup artist in New York. You gotta look the best.”

“You sure are full of yourself. “

“That I am. Can I ask you a question Amara?”

“Shoot.”

“ You have attended all the elite functions of New York. Never once you got your makeup done by anyone else rather than yourself. So why today?”

“ I just wanted to look great today. There’s nothing else.”

“For whom?”

“For myself.”

“ Well I think you are getting ready for someone else. Tell me who is your date tonight.”

“That’s a secret.”

“Oh! Common Amara I’ve been your mother makeup artist for the last seven years. You have to tell me.”

“ Its Nick.”

“Nick as in Nick Jonas? Isn’t he already married?”

“Robbie. He is Nick Salvatore. He is not a singer and certainly not married. He is a doctor.”

“Whoa you look like a fallen angel. See I told you I’m the best. Now go and get changed into the dress.”

Looking herself in the mirror she understood why Robbie always said he is the best. True to his words, he gave her a minimal makeup but enough to make her look like a ethereal angel. Her lips were painted with a light pink hue color with soft eye makeup. She looked as bright as the Venus star. She was sure Richard wouldn’t know what hit him. She had asked Nick to pretend as her fiancé giving him the excuse of getting someone off her back who has been wanting to date her.

Amara took in the details of her custom made dress. She has herself designed the delicate intricate of her dress. It was orchid pink colored silk gown with a deep neck that accentuated her curves at the right places. She was already in love with her looks. Amara prayed that everything falls back as it was four years ago. Robbie was right she wanted to look good for someone else and that someone else was her Ric. She always took pride in her sensibility. Since her teen years Amara handled everything with sensible moves. She can’t throw herself on Ric but rather let the old magic of their love rekindle.

She was wearing her stilettos when the door bell rang. She knew it was time to right the wrongs of her past.

“Wow… you look stunning Amara."

“Thank you. You look good too. I’ll get my purse.”

In the limo Amara couldn’t help but think that she was taking advantage of Nick. He was a nice man having a great personality but her heart will always yearn for the man who fucking loved her like she was some kind of goddess. As soon as the limo stopped, her heart raced some crazy rhythm. Nick opened the door standing there extending his arms. She smiled obviously a fake smile as all the media reporters clicked their photos. The clicking sound and flashes always made her uncomfortable. The moment she entered the room her eyes searched for the person she loved the most.

There he was standing like a statue with a somber expression with his fiancé Leah. She’ll be lying if she said she wasn’t jealous. She was more greener than hulk. With Nick by her side she met all the guests. But he was always in her peripheral sight. She could see him clenching his jaw every time she touched Nick. Being the little minx she walked with purpose towards them.

“Leah, you look so beautiful.”

“ Thanks but you look more beautiful.”

“Mr. Black.”

“Miss Wesley”

“Leah meet my fiancé Nick Salvatore. Nick this is Leah, my first client for whom I’m designing a wedding dress.”

“Salvatore. So what do you do?”

“He is a doctor Mr.Black. “

“Is he dumb too?”

“Richard”

“That came out wrong. I meant why don’t yo let him speak.”

“No worries man. She likes to take in charge. Both in conversations and bed.”

“Nick. Now that’s our personal thing. Anyways Leah and Mr. Black it was nice to meet you.”

She was sure if she didn’t move Nick away from him, he would have pounced on him beating the shit out of him. His expression was comical and dangerous like that of Toothless in How to train my dragon movie. Richard was wearing a dark maroon tuxedo. He stood out in the crowd as a king with immense power. His eyes had storm raging inside. He was seconds away from creating a chaos.

“Richard what was that? Can’t you at least behave like a normal person for once?”

“Just because I’m here with you doesn’t mean you got any fucking rights on me. Get that inside your thick head. And Leah don’t ever forget your place.”

He stormed to the bar needing a moment to calm down. Richard had arrived at the event one hour ago. Now that his butterfly is here, he can do the work for which he came here. Interrogating the fucking jerk who is to marry her. His eyes were locked with Amara for the next two hours. The way she talked with the guests, the way she delivered a compassionate speech about the charity, the faces she made when she talked every thing she did brought him happiness. Just the plain sight of her brought him immense peace. But now that she was dancing with the jerk he couldn’t help himself from being jealous. That poor excuse of father. He asked the bartender again and again with the same thing.

“Pour the champagne, I need to dive into some distraction.”

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Arab Proverb