Okay, let me just say that I'm not going to go into a dramatic new plot line and say that it was her abusive ex-boyfriend or guy that dated her, but tragically dumped her after he met another girl.
Trust me, it wasn't.
I'm not going to throw in a random character to make things "more suspenseful".
In reality, it was her dad.
Saying that her past was coming back may have been slightly exaggerated, but c'mon, he was a part of her past.
Anyway, she was still standing there, looking like her mouth may have had the misfortune of catching a couple stray flies.
"Ema, do I look like a donkey or something?"
He motioned impatiently for her to hurry up and follow him to their car.
Regaining her composure, she walked over, mustering as much pride as she could.
Klavier, on the other hand, was aimlessly wandering around, hoping for some sort of lead to where Ema could've been.
What was he to do? Dialing her number, he settled down on his couch, rolling his eyes in anger.
"What do you want now?!"
It seemed like everything she said now started with that.
"Wow, your loving endearments really remind me of why I love you so much," he muttered sarcastically, hearing Ema growl on the other end.
"Gee, thanks."
"Where are you now?"
Ema was quiet on the other end and Klavier guessed she was looking for a sign of some sort.
"My hometown."
"Kay, I'm coming."
"Why am I here again?" Ema muttered, resting her head into her hands.
"Oh Ema, it's okay dear. You'll forget about that blonde toothpick after you meet your new husband."
Ema sat up on the couch in shock.
"What? Ne-ne-new husband?!"
Her mom smiled at her sympathetically.
"You'll meet him tonight so dress nice." Linda fumbled through her pocket and handed her a crumpled piece of paper with the directions to the restaurant.
"But I don't want a new husband," Ema reasoned, gripping the paper tightly, her body taut with stress.
"Go to sleep, Ema. Your date is in five hours. Have fun."
Picking her body up, she stumbled into her bedroom in confusion.
A few hours later, Ema opened up her closet and rifled through it, peering around.
She reached in and took out a midnight blue dress.
Peeling her clothes off, she pulled on her dress and added a few bangles to her wrist.
She placed her glasses onto her head for a finishing touch, for she had taken them off while changing.
"Let's do this, Ema..." she whispered to herself as she descended the stairs and left through the front door, following the directions her mom had given her before.
"Hello, Ema."
A finely dressed man stood up and straightened out his coat before extending his hand to her.
"Hi..."
It probably wasn't the best way to greet her future husband, but hey, she didn't even know the guy's name.
"Please sit, sit."
He sat down and motioned for her to sit down across from her.
Ema obliged and sat down.
She intertwined her fingers together on the table.
"May I say, you look beautiful this evening."
Psh, as if he had ever seen her before.
It was hard for Ema to say, but she had to admit, not bantering with this guy made her miss Klavier.
Kinda.
A little.
"Thanks. You look fine, too."
He smiled charmingly at her and motioned for a waiter to take their order.
After they placed it, they made small talk.
It was the simple, how are you questions.
When the food arrived, it had to be pasta.
Ema thought back to the time she and Klavier fought with the food.
Good times.
It would be inappropriate if she were to push his place in his fettuccine, though.
Probably not the best idea.
This guy, Jem, as she had learned during their conversation, had been very quiet and ate with aura that screamed superiority.
Ema on the other hand, looked like she was dying of boredom.
Klavier better come soon or she wouldn't be the only one to die.
It brought some humor to think how she would chop of his head with an ax (chainsaws weren't portable and didn't offer as much range, unlike an ax) and she laughed silently, making Jem give her a few weird looks before turning back to his plate.
"When is our marriage?" Jem inquired, as if he was asking about the weather rather than a lifetime commitment.
Ema choked loudly, trying to swallow her mouthful spaghetti.
She hacked a few more times before resting back in the chair, resting her hand on her chest.
"What?!"
Jem seemed quite offended, but it disappeared quickly.
"I am asking you when our marriage is," he stated slowly, leaning back like he was talking to a mentally unstable person.
"As if our marriage is really happening."
"Oh really?" he asked with an amused expression.
Leaning forward, his eyes glittered.
"Yeah, I'm already in love."
It almost sounded like a question, but she managed to keep her facade up.
"In love? With who, if I may ask?" He chuckled slightly and rubbed his hands together in expectancy for her upcoming story.
"Well, it started with this guy I called a fop..."
"A fop?"
"A fop."
She smiled and continued, describing the footsteps it took to fall in love without knowing so.
Before I go on, I just wanted to inform you guys that this story is starting to wrap up. There'll be a couple more chapters, an epilogue and voila, complete. :) But, until that time comes, here is another chapter of our lovely couple's story. I hope you enjoyed and tell me your feedback. I'm really thankful for all the support.
Lots of love,
QTrain