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After Tim, the CEO of Eros Corporation was introduced by Aria early on that charity polo match, she had a bad feeling. He looked so familiar, and the person riding the horse who waved at them gave her some kind of chill, a déjá vu. She had a bad feeling about this.
Sitting in the stands, Callie nodded along to his father, Carlos Torres and her sister Aria Torres talk financial equity or whatever to the young CEO, while her mother and she engage in small chit chat about her adventures during her days in the peace corps. Excusing herself for some fresh air, Callie walked down the stand and inhaled the smell of the freshly cut grass and well, horse shit. It was a polo match after all.
"Oh my god! It's really you!" Callie spun around and was engulfed in a bear hug by a tall man in a salmon colored shorts and light green button down shirt as some red head standing in a 4 inch stiletto watching at the back.
"Excuse me Mark, I saw her first!"
The tall red head pushed the man away and pulled Callie in. "Addie. I missed you too."
Callie pulled away and acknowledges the pouting man behind Addison. "I missed you too, Mark."
"Torres! I can't believe you are back, it's been ages since we last saw you!" Mark exclaimed as he draped his arm over Callie's shoulder and Addison snaked hers to the other side.
"Tell us all about Botswana!" Addison yelps as she drags her friend over to the separate table near the stables.
"How about you guys? How's med school?" Callie asked as they sipped their champagne.
"So much fun! Not counting the anatomy jokes Mark uses to pick up girls. And I needed to force him to join me in med school because you are busy saving the world." Addison twirled her hands explaining.
It was summer time now, Mark and Addison was already finished with their 2nd year in med school.
"Hey! I'm the one left behind. Now you two have to help me with picking my professors and hand me down text books." Callie teased.
Of course she didn't need any help buying books. She was an heiress. To a large fortune. Large may be an understatement. The Bellisimo group was one of the largest and fastest growing hotel and resort chain. Her father and sister handles the business, she didn't want to take any part of it.
It was not acceptable for his father. Like it what happened four years ago, so he just went around what Callie wants and manipulates it to what he wants.
Addison watched as Callie struggles internally. "So what does he wants? In exchange of letting you go to med school?"
Callie breathe in. "Ah."
Mark and Addison raised their eye brows.
"He and Aria is trying to make a deal with this company. I'm going to marry in to that family to solidify the contract or whatever." Callie answered simply.
"What!" was the simultaneous answer of her friends, Mark spewing his drink on his shirt and tries to pat it to avoid staining.
Callie rolled her eyes at the ridiculous colors Mark was wearing. "So what? You are just going to meet this hussy guy and marry him?"
"No-nope." Addison watched as liquid drips at the side of her friend's lips. "That's the thing, I'm going to marry a woman. Apparently me, being gay is perfect. Aria can't marry the CEO because he is already engaged to someone in the financial what not. So I have to marry the sister, in my father's words. 'Since you already gone into that road, it would be a good PR.'" She scoffed and shook her head.
Addison was trying to think of something to say but was interrupted by Aria.
"Mi amor, Papá wants you." Callie took the hand being offered and waved good bye to her friends.
"We aren't even going to tell her who sponsored this event?" Mark asked as Callie was far from an ear shot.
"No." was Addison's short answer.
"Good, because I was so close to punching that little girl." Mark exasperated.
"The little girl who made a grown man like you pout." Addison teased.
Callie walked towards her father and her mother, Lucia whose backs are turned back to her. Aria side steps and murmured against the young CEO. She felt the cold air pass when Aria steps aside, giving her a full view of a blonde woman. Not just any other blonde. That specific blonde who broke her heart, the reason she ran away to Botswana.
"Arizona, meet Callie Torres. Your fiancée."
Taking a sharp intake, Callie froze. 2 years since she walked out. Since Arizona broke her. The feeling of intense rush ran all over Callie's body. Same intensity as the first time she ever interacted with Arizona Robbins.
Hanging up her phone from talking to a close friend back in Miami. Carlos Torres made a good story why Callie had to move from Miami to California. 'Due to the variation in school rankings, Callie wanted a more challenging program. Stanford Bioengineering is on the top of the list.' Knowing her father, he always wanted good press, PR. Good for the business as he calls it. He just couldn't accept that his youngest daughter can fall in love with girls too. A trait that is considered sinful to their religion. So he shipped her off, somewhere she can rebuild. Where her name was not known to their business partners.
Bumping in to someone, she mumbled a quick 'Sorry' and ran to the stairwell. Sliding down by the wall, clutching her knees and she just lets it out. All the hurt, all the pain, all the rejection.
She felt presence in front of her. Trying to stop the sobbing but it didn't help, she looked up on instinct that someone was standing in front of her. She jolts into reality when she saw the most beautiful eyes she have ever seen. It was like the color of the ocean in the deepest blue.
The other woman was kneeling in front of her and softly smiling, she didn't say anything. Not until Callie notice the red lollipop in the hands of the woman being offered to her. Looking back at those mesmerizing eyes, she noticed the blonde raising her brows, encouraging her to take the treat. Callie reluctantly reached for it.
Two deep dimples appeared in the woman's face as she stands up, place her own unwrapped lollipop in her mouth and flicked it to the other side. Leaving a wink to Callie as she watch the blonde woman skips away.