Suddenly, Luke's face flashes in my head, but I quickly shake it off.
I slip on a robe within a second, wrapping it tightly as I dash for the door. I take the time to peek through the port hole finding a guy holding a big white box.
With my heart pounding in my throat, I clasp the knob and turn it open leaving a small gap. Just enough space to poke my head out and greet him.
He looks up, giving me a sunny, almost boyish.
"Miss Olivia Mathew?"
I nod. "Right. That's me."
Chapter Five
I've been staring at a big white box lying on my bed since it was dropped off ten minutes ago.
I insist that I've never ordered anything of the sort, but he shows me the proof that my full name is on the receipt. The poor guy looks like he'll go as far as begging to his knees just to have me sign the paper.
"I'm strictly instructed to deliver the box to you, ma'am or I'll lose my job if I don't." he looks worried, switching his weight from one to foot to another.
Feeling sorry for putting him on the hot spot, I left with no other choice but to sign the proof that I receive the package. He breathes a sigh of relief, wiping at his forehead.
I try to ask him whether he has an idea who is the sender but he's just as clueless as I am.
"He didn't tell me his name or anything, ma'am. He just said to drop it off."
I thank him for what little information he enlightens me with and close the door after him. I have a feeling to whom it comes from which doesn't make sense.
I'm with a debate with myself whether I will open it. In the end, my curiosity got the best of me. Curiosity kills the cat, Olivia. I have no idea what to expect to see inside, and it certainly isn't a dress!
I stare at the royal blue dress that is elegantly fold inside the box. Even without inspecting it carefully the quality of the fabric can't be miss. I've seen my fair share of quality clothes having to be surrounded by loaded kids in back in college and indulging myself with magazines now and then.
Despite myself, I reach for the dress and hold it out before my eyes. To say that I'm in love is the understatement of the year. It's an off-shoulder knee length dress that flares from the waist all the way down. It looks my size perfectly.
I tell myself that there's no harm in fitting it on and put it back again and so without further reasoning, I slip it on. It fits perfect!
With spring on the heel of my feet, I jump in front of the mirror and study myself.
The dress brings out my fair skin, complimenting my complexion. The dress showcase my delicate shoulder and hinting just enough of my cleavage without being too revealing, leaving so much to idea. It hugs my waist beautifully, flaring on the way down to my knees. The way its design is carefully thought of. It is simple but elegant at the same time, something I will go for.
Looking into my emerald green eyes, there is a strange glimmer in there that I haven't seen in a while. The corner of my eyes crinkles by the corner with a smile, surprising myself.
My phone buzzes about in my bed, the screen flashing an unknown number. I trudge over my bed, and before I can answer it, the call ends. I frown in my phone staring at the unfamiliar digits. Five seconds’ ticks by and I receive a text message.
You'll be required to wear the dress that I've sent you. It’s a part of your job to be decent in functions like tonight's gala.
I re-read the message trying to comprehend if I will smile or be annoyed with his demanding attitude.
Truth be told, I'm not sure what to wear for tonight and to know that he's managed to think of me through his hectic schedules is very much thought of him. He knows my size well which would have been odd, but for some reason, I don't find it weird at all if that makes sense.
I don't have a choice but to don the beautiful dress despite my better judgment. Time seems to be running out, and I still have to fix my hair and makeup.
I don't usually fuss about putting on too much makeup on my face, but tonight, I go a little extra than my usual. I fix my brows into a fine shape and then move on to an eye shadow. I choose a soft glitter of gold careful not to put too much but just enough to be noticeable. In the end, I finish off my look with glossy pink lipstick, stroking the blush on a brush to the apple of my cheeks gently to give my face a healthy glow.
Lastly, I quickly put my hair into a loose chiffon letting some tendrils to fall over my face. I'm happy with my finish look and is excited to see him.
Yes. I do admit that I miss his presence for the whole week that he's been away for a business trip. This is the first time I will see him after that night. My heart is beating hard like crazy, putting me in a heap of nerves.
Balling my fist and closing my eyes, I take a deep breath; I make a mental note to myself. Remember that you're there to accompany him through his business deals, Olivia. Keep everything to a professional level and act calm and collected.