Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Laurina's POV

I woke up, the sun blinding me. My mind revisiting the incident that led me here, the feeling of last night creeping in, but the numbness followed it.

I stood up from the bench and found my way back to the house. I entered and saw my sister sitting on the couch.

"Officer, she left last night. I don't know where she went to and it's already ten hours". She said, worriedly.

"I'm here". I said, numbly.

She turned back,"Oh, officer. She's back". She said, happily.

She didn't wait for the officer to respond, she ended the call.

"Hey. Where did you go?". She asked, her eyes searching my body for any injury.

She stood up, with careful steps, came closer to me. She raised her hand but stopped mid air and looked at me for permission, her eyes, laced with sympathy and guilt.

If she feels guilty then why did she do it?.

"Why?. How long?. Why, Heather?. Why?". I said, and the tears I held back yesterday came down, and I let it fall freely.

She hugged me. "I'm sorry, Ri. Really am". And she joined me, crying, and her hands trembling.

We stayed like that for sometime, letting the emotions held in from last night show, through the tears that fell from our eyes.

"But, can you explain? Because I don't get it. You of all people knew how much I loved him" I whispered, still not being able to wrap my head around the reason why she did this.

She knew how deep I loved him.

"It was last month. It was unexpected. We just wanted a one night and then it became regular". She said, avoiding my eyes and her voice cracking at the end and ended up becoming a whisper.

"You wanted a one night with my boyfriend?. And you have the guts to stand here and tell me that, that, it became…" I couldn't bring myself to accept the fact that last night wasn't the first time.

I stood there looking at my sister with disgust, and anger.

"Well, you got what you wanted, right?. You are having his child, his goddamn child, Heather". I shouted and covering my mouth when my tears drowned my voice and my throat became dry.

I couldn't stand the sight of her and I just went upstairs to my room. I need to breathe.

"I'm sorry, Laura, I really am". She said and from her cracked voice I knew she was crying.

I reached my door and shut it, the comfort my room bringing a sense of calmness but not repairing the damage done to my heart.

I reached for my journal. I named it 'book of thoughts', and I wrote down yesterday inside, the emotions I felt and what I truly wanted to say last night, I poured my heart into it.

Writing is one of the methods I used to sort out my emotions, when my head is a mess, it's either I write or read. Life is too serious after all and currently, heartbreaking.

After writing, I reached for my cabinets of dark romance and drowned myself in it. Wishing for my own bad guy or at least a guy that would love me to the moon and back.

I read for sometime but my eyes, started getting heavy. Feeling okay but still a little hurt, I let the sleep overthrow me, bringing me in a world of no feelings just dreams.

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The remaining days went by in a blur after my conversation with my sister.

It felt like I was just trying to go one day after another.

And finally Saturday, the day everyone at the restaurant was preparing for came.

We were all asked to come early for prepping. I arrived, as usual, thirty minutes late.

"Miss Crast, you will not be on your usual behavior today. Understood?". My manager asked me.

"Yes sir". I replied, hating the attention brought to me.

My coworker, Felix, came to me.

"Hey, relax. Okay?. It's just another outside job". He said and winked at me.

I just smiled shyly and redirected all my attention to my manager's words.

Soon it was time to go. We arrived at the venue by 9am and the occasion was scheduled for a ten.

We got our equipments inside at the back and got dressed and settled in.

"Okay, guys. This is it. The drinks go first. Then two hours later the snacks, okay?". My manager asked.

"Okay sir". We all responded.

The anxiety feeling settling in my guts. There was going to be a crowd. The feeling nearly became overwhelming but I comforted myself with the plan I had.

Once today is done and we do perfectly well, the pay coming from this will be huge and enough for me to rent my own place. I couldn't stand the sight of my sister anymore.

We put out several glasses of champagne on the long tables that were suited at strategic places. And soon the occasion started.

People started trooping in. The crowd growing by the second.

You can do this, Ri.

I breathed in and out and soon got comfortable as the only thing that I was doing at this point was bowing slightly to the lots of people that came to the table to take their glasses.

"Laurina. Follow me". My manager whispered in my ears.

I followed him to the back, leading into the kitchen.

"The Klein family is here. You will be among the people taking care of their table. You and Emerald are on them. Understand? Good". He said, giving me a friendly pat on my back and leaving.

"I'll serve the drinks. You on snacks". Emerald said.

What?. Panick set in, my palms beginning to sweat.

You can do this. Just take the trays and set the plate in front of them. Simple.

I chided myself as I went to the Klein family table. Panick in my guts, palms sweating and hands trembling.

And then I wished the ground would open. I stood there, unable to move, eyes wide open.

I had bumped into a Klein. From the disapproved look on his face, my assumption was right.

I'm dead.

"I'm so sorry, sir". I said, bowing and bending down to pick up the little plates that held the different finger food but mostly sliders.

"Are you blind?". He asked, arrogantly, but he looked at me like he was asking if I was okay.

"I'm really sorry, sir". I said, looking around and thankful that it was only us both that was actually paying attention to this situation.

"Look at where you are going. At least you were sensible enough to apologize". He said and walked off, not sparing me a glance.

Anger crawled in me.

At least I was sensible to apologize?. What was that?.

I turned back and was about to go after him to give him a piece of my mind.

But wait, am I mad?. I will go and shout at a Klein?. That means I'm ready to remain poor.

I mentally smacked myself and thanking God that I my impulsivity didn't win this time.

I quickly cleaned the mess up and decided to lay low throughout this party. I got into the kitchen and quickly got more finger food and stealthily found my way to the Klein's family table.

I dropped it and found the guy from earlier seated there, as soon my eyes met his face, i quickly looked down.

Universe, did I do you bad?.

"Good afternoon". I greeted and set the food on the table but all the while feeling eyes staring at me.

After their table I returned to my spot behind the large tables, bowing and allowing people take their glasses of champagne.

Soon the party was over, the crowd reducing.

"Mr. Benson?". I heard a familiar voice say as we were arranging our chinawares.

" Yes, Mr. Devin. I hope everything was to your liking, sir?". My manager asked.

Devin?. Liking?. The man that I bumped into was Devin Klein?.

"Yes. Except, one of your staff spilled stuffed mushrooms with some sliders on me". He said, causing me to look up and meeting his eyes.

I quickly put my face down, my cheeks turning red out of shyness and embarrassment, as I pressed my lips together.

"But apart from this, the arrangement was good. Thank you. I'll send a little appreciation to you, for your team, hmm?". He said.

I looked up and he smirked at me and turned to leave.

His brown eyes getting stuck in my head.

We cleared out and got to the restaurant. My manager transferring the total sum of five hundred thousand dollars to our accounts.

We were a team of eight. That is fourty million?. Fourty million dollars?. And the food?.

My eyes widened. How rich are these people?. Curiosity caused me to bring out my phone to search for them.

'Klein family, among the top five billionaires in Austria' was the first headline i saw.

Oh wow, billionaires. Then it's a good thing I didn't end my life by shouting at the son then.

I said and mentally patted myself for a job well done.

I drove to the house very excited about my new independence journey. With a five hundred thousand dollars, my life is set at least for a month or two.