Chapter 7

It seemed like Damira had cursed Alexander at least four times while she was in the shower. She could hear Carla's voice urgently telling her that he had called again.

"Let him wait!" she shouted as she left the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, Miss Damira. We were just following Sir Alexander's orders."

Laid out on her bed were clothes that Carla had picked out from what Trinity had given her.

"Why do I have to wear this? I could just put on a t-shirt and denim shorts."

The young woman scratched her head. "Please, Miss. Just follow me."

It was a sleeveless V-neck dress that reached down to her chest. She hadn't worn such a revealing outfit before, even though her cleavage wasn't that exposed.

"I don't want that!" she refused.

"You'll be quick there, Miss. Besides, it's Sir Alexander you're going to meet. You don't want to look like one of his maids, right?" Carla tried to persuade her.

Rather than argue further, she put on the dress and combed her wet hair.

"That dress suits you perfectly, Ma'am," Macario told her as she got into the car.

"Oh, please, stop it, you and Carla," she said.

The young woman smiled as the door was closed behind her. Her phone rang again, and she answered it.

"What took you so long?" the man on the other end immediately asked.

"What do you mean? Should I have hurried my shower? You're the one who asked for a pick-up, and you're the one with all the complaints."

"Fine! Where are you?"

"I'm on my way. Why didn't you just go home by yourself? You're so high-maintenance, needing someone to fetch you," she said with an eye roll.

"That's not the point! You'll understand when you get here."

Just then, the car stopped at the airport entrance.

"Where exactly are you? I'm getting off."

"I'll just text you. She's already here."

She wasn't sure if she heard his last sentence correctly because of the noise in the area. While searching for Alexander, she received a message from him.

From +63915*****24

Message: Waiting area B. Faster.

"He's so demanding."

She glanced around, spotted the café near the mentioned waiting area, and saw Alexander standing there in his working polo and black pants.

She felt nervous. She hadn't had the chance to check herself in the mirror after changing and fixing her hair, and she didn't know how the man would react to her appearance.

As she approached, she noticed a woman approaching the man, carrying two cups of coffee. The woman clung to Alexander's arm, and she stopped walking, muttering to herself, "Oh, shoot..."

She was about to flee when he spotted her.

"Babe!" the man exclaimed with a broad smile and a wave.

"B-babe?" she whispered to herself as she looked around, searching for the person he was calling.

He left the woman who had given him coffee and pulled a suitcase towards her.

"W-what are you saying?" she whispered to him as he approached.

"Please, just get in for now, okay? I'll explain later. Alright?"

She nodded as he held her by the shoulders.

She was even more surprised when he suddenly put his arm around her shoulder, and the blonde woman with wavy hair came closer to them. The woman was wearing a red backless dress, and her lips were even redder.

She swallowed as the woman stopped in front of her and scrutinized her from head to toe.

"Who is she?"

"This is Damira, Luanne. I told you. She's going to pick me up," Alexander said, squeezing her shoulder to pull her closer.

"Please, act," he begged, whispering subtly while sniffing her hair.

"So, is she your girlfriend?" Luanne asked.

"What? I-I'm not—"

"Of course not. She's not my girlfriend because she's going to be my wife."

Both their eyes widened when the man suddenly knelt in front of Damira and took a red velvet ring box from his pocket.

As he opened it, the people in the airport started cheering. Damira's lips and throat dried up at this sudden turn of events.

"Damira... you are my life and my everything. I can't imagine my life without you. Before I met you, I never realized how empty my life was, and having you by my side is what completes me. I want to be with you... forever. Will you be my wife?"

She covered her mouth. Her knees felt like jelly, and her hands were shaking. It was the sweetest proposal she had ever heard. Alexander's eyes sparkled as he gazed at her, seemingly pleading for her to say yes because he had been kneeling for quite a while.

He even gestured with his eyes to Luanne, as if telling her to answer because he had been sitting there for a few minutes.

So, she had to answer, even though she knew this was all pretense.

"Will you marry me, Damira?" he asked again, to which she replied, "O-of course! Of course, Alexander. I will... I will marry you."

The man took her hand and put on a diamond ring that she knew cost more than her life.

The people around them clapped and cheered, but you could see the frown on Luanne's face as she watched the scene.

"Kiss! Kiss!" the onlookers shouted.

"You didn't have to do that, Xander," she whispered as he hugged her.

But it was too late because everything happened so fast. The man gently brushed both her cheeks, and in an instant, their lips met.

She closed her eyes, experiencing a mix of emotions — happiness, sadness, annoyance, and regret. She felt a sensation she had never felt before. A rush of emotions flooded her system, and she lost herself in the moment, as if time had stopped and there was no one else around.

They only snapped back to reality when they heard Luanne's muffled scream as she walked away from them.

Damira pushed the man away and cleared her throat.

"S-she's leaving. Let's go home. Macario is waiting for us in the car."

She started walking ahead, even though it felt like her feet couldn't coordinate properly. That was her first kiss, and it had been stolen by a stranger.

No, he's no longer a stranger. Alexander is going to be her fiancé. Her fake fiancé.