Chapter 4 TURN OF EVENTS

It is a new day and as always my life is the same old, I would get up at 7, go for a jog come back, drink my fruit and nut shake, and then take a shower, get dressed and off to the college and again in the afternoon, I and Jenny would go to the coffee shop. If time permits.

Today is no different, for something new. I got up at 7 and went for a jog, came back and did my daily routine and got dressed in a yellow sundress, with matching accessories and heels. Since it's Monday, I took extra efforts to get ready. Yes, it's been two days since the dinner and the "secret conversation". I had been trying to find out what they were talking about, but everything leads me to a dead-end, a false hope.

Deep down, I knew that this was not any business, they were talking about or it was not just some casual dinner. There was something more to it and for some reason, it kept me up all night and kept me thinking deeply in a broad daylight. There was more, I was sure. And I am a curious little cat. By their conversation, I understood that they were initiating some sort of, .... alliance?

Anyways, it is yet again a new day of college. I was excited to share all about it, with Jenny. we couldn't talk over the past weekend, as she was busy with her family.

After a long 25 minutes, I was standing at the gate of the college and on time, note it. The watchman gave me a sore look and said.

" look child, I can't give permission this time. Last time was an exception."

"Ohh no, today is different, I am time Mr.," I said giving him a wide smile. Bilewered, the watchman looked at his watch and clearing his throat, looking embarrassed and let me in, but not before saying, "you, rich brats," loud enough for me to hear it.

parking car, taking all of the stuff I had with me, even the candy. I went to my class. As per my schedule, my first lecture is again political science. After being seated, I began scanning the whole class, Jenny was nowhere to be found. Sadly. Signing in inwardly I was ready for the class. I mean ready to sleep. Again. Keeping my bag at an adjustable angle and a book on top of the desk and pen in my hand, the sleep took over me.

INNNNNGG. I was awakened d by that irritating sound of my phone. Guess the period was over. Gathering my things, I turned to Samy, a tomboy with shoulder-length hair, and the physique of a model and tan brown completion, who sits just right beside me. Who was busy doing the same thing as me.

"Hey, what happened today? another assignment? " I asked as nudged her.

"why do you ever attend this class, if you want to sleep every time she starts history," she said shrugging, don't forget the eye roll, plus the annoyed look on her face.

when I didn't reply, giving a glare instead. she continued,

"No, she didn't. Today was just another day of her giving lame examples. But tomorrow is the presentation " before resuming to whatever she was doing.

"Okay, what is the topic? and what presentation? " I asked furrowing my brows. And started checking my phone for messages. One caught my eye. No, doubt from who it was.

"Oh, the one which she gave us a week before and the topic w......... "she started

"Okay, you know what, text me," I said cutting her off. Hurring from there, to the library.

There she was, looking through the rows of books, there were some in her hand too. slapping her back the head, I made myself comfortable on the chair nearby.

"Why are you so, late everything okay? and what are you doing here? "

"Hello to you too, does every sentence have to end with a question? And no everything is not okay but it's there is nothing that I cant handle," she answered, still looking for the books she needed.

"Hmmm, whenever you ready, I am here," I said honestly.

After that, minutes passed but none of us spoke, she was busy finding books and I was waiting for her, fidgeting with my fingers.

when she suddenly stood up and said,

"come on, let's go. I have to talk to you" having said that, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the parking lot. She then went towards her car and took out two small parcels of fries and a box of pizza. came back, opened the door of my car and sat and then gestured me too. wordlessly I did what she said.

"Everything okay, Jenny?" I asked confused.

"No, turns out that, mom and dad are getting a divorce and that's not it, I met a guy at the bar who is been following me ever since. The bar where I was at, to get drunk and forget all of my worries, was his and nerve of him, he said I was sexy and what a thing would it be great to have one night with me. He flirted so openly, though it kinda suits him. But that is not the point, I like the comment. I know I am sexy but he did that with every other girl. He asked my number straight out, I mean come on, you have to work for it. But Nooo. And that's not where it ends, he is following me everywhere, saying that he won't leave just because I am different, didn't fall for his charms. God is such a playboy. And again that's not where my worries ended, my brother is in love and he has been seeing her for four months now, but I am happy for him, the thing is never told me, not even a hint and that's what upsets me the most. And you know what everyone decides to tell on fucking family meetings. It was one hell of a weekend. so that's pretty much it. Anyways, tell me how was yours " she said, and I? Oh, I was there setting there, hearing her banter with wide-open eyes. As she was a balloon and just needed a pin to burst out. But what interests me the most was, the boy from the bar, I mean Jenny is no saint when she doesn't like it, she hits the guy, although I am amazed she didn't yet do it because if she would have, she would tell me I know because it was her favourite part. She did that on daily basis.

"Come on, tell me" she urged me again. Munched in her fries and pizza and passed me too. Generous enough.

"Yeah, it was good, nothing special you know" but that is not that what I want to tell. I wanted to say all about the dinner. But decided against it. it was not right, she already had a lot to worry about.

"Yeah? then what's this? " She said and threw a magazine on my face and then continued, " you mean to tell that, in the past weekend you did not decide to not get engaged to your crush and did not openly make a statement about it?"

"Wh..what.. what no, I mean no, what are you talking about?"

She again urged me to look at the magazine. I quickly took it, and what I see is as astonishing to me as it is to her. There I see on the front page written in Bold letters, with a picture of Simon?

The most eligible, handsome and young bachelor is about to get married to the youngest daughter of MR.Alexander Williams. Find more on page 4.

Youngest daughter? me? About to get married!? this is a dream, so I looked again. Again. until I was sure of it.

"You looking, again and again, is not going change it, Serena," Jenny said, anger evident in her voice, "mind telling me what happened" she added and so, I did

Again, it was a session of gaps and shocked faces. Exaggerating much, I know. But the only thing she said after I finished was,

" Oh, honey bee I am there for you, " and hugged me apologetically. And then again said

"Maybe nia, the alliance they were talking was this, maybe be you are overthinking it. "

"no, Jenny, if that's it then why do I feel that there is something more "

"It was about their business, maybe.. whatever it is, we will solve it," she said

Maybe, it was. But now was not the time to gape on. The bigger problem was my marriage. Which I came to know about, from my best friend. Not my father. Was he that desperate to get rid of me? that, he just arranged my marriage with some else. Sure I have a crush on Simon, The real question was, dad didn't want him then, then why now. For all, I knew, dad hated Simon. What's changed now? he had made it clear that I shouldn't be involved with him? Hadn't he?

Oh, it is true, times change. It was Simon, who I didn't want to face before, it is still him again. I ran from him. however, it looks like I am standing from I left. Fighting the same battle again. I am a coward I don't want to fight it. There are things that I can't give him.

Frustrated, angry, sad and a tiny bit happy? I went home. Barged in his office seems like, he is in the meeting, they were two men sitting with files in their hands. But I do I care. Hell no. My father did not seem shocked, it seemed like he was expecting it. Oh, I'll show him