Chapter 7 The weekend

The sun had already risen long ago, but the clock showed only seven in the morning. Getting up at such a time for work is difficult, but possible. But on my weekends, I didn't want to be supported by the "lark" mode, and just dreamed of getting enough sleep. And, when I failed yesterday, my hopes for today automatically increased several times. But it wasn't there!

Immediately after I looked at the phone, saw the number seven and happily rolled over to continue sleeping, the doorbell rang. For a better understanding of the following events, it is worth saying that in the morning (only waking up) I think very hard, and today was no exception. Having successfully forgotten yesterday's wedding, I was sure that now some consultant was standing outside the door, ready to advertise his products "from and to". Based on these assumptions, it was decided to ignore the persistent, but uninvited guest, and after silence comes again, continue their sweet, and most importantly, desired dream.

But the longer the doorbell rang, the more active my brain began to work. And after thirty seconds, the first memories began to emerge, and after another twenty seconds, I remembered that today I was waiting for a medical commission, shopping and settling in a cozy "family" nest.

Jumping out of bed, in one second I threw on a dressing gown and ran to the front door. There was only one thought in my head: - "Lord, if only they offered me to buy something now." I swear, no matter what they offer, I will gladly buy everything, and maybe even a few pieces.

-Sofia Viktorovna? a man in an expensive suit asked politely. My hopes were fading away. - Yuri Lvovich asked me to accompany you today, - having received my affirmative nod, the man continued. At this time, if you listen closely, you could hear how my hopes were dashed.

- Can I get dressed? I stuttered. I don't know why, but looking at a tall and large man, I had thoughts that I could leave the apartment in a nightgown and dressing gown.

- Of course, - this question surprised not only myself, but also my escort. - You have twenty minutes, I'll wait downstairs, - I, having heard these words, exhaled.

Twenty minutes was enough for me, during this time I am about to go to work. If it had been thirty minutes, I would have had time to have breakfast. But probably not fate.

Dress up, as she did not yesterday and limited herself to a light pink sundress. True, at first I wanted to wear jeans, but remembering that shopping was still waiting for me, I decided to stop at what was easier to take off.

During the time while I was going down the elevator from the sixteenth floor to the first, I was very tormented by the thought, but how will I know what kind of car I need. This thought evaporated as soon as I opened the front door. Firstly, a man in a suit was standing right next to the door, and secondly, the car stood out against the general background. And, it stood out not even in size or appearance, although this was also shocking, but in flashing lights. A black jeep was standing right in front of the entrance with flashing lights on!

"Yuri Lvovich suggested that you might be late, and this would help us make up for the lost time and arrive on time," the man answered my dumb question with the same politeness. - Please - just like in the movies or in women's novels, they opened the door for me. Now, somehow, it even became embarrassing for his two-year-old sundress and disheveled tail.

"Don't be so nervous," the man said with a smile after about forty minutes. - Yuri Lvovich is a good person, albeit a rather demanding one, - these words did not make me feel better, rather the opposite. Even before that, I sat quietly, and breathed only every other time, and here I also have to answer something. I will be your driver for the next three months. So if you need anything, don't be shy. If my name is Zhenya, I will definitely help in any way I can.

"Thank you," he already knew my name so that I didn't need to introduce myself.

Eugene decided not to continue the conversation further, but I was only glad of this. He was silent, and silent, and so we reached the first destination.

In the hospital, everything went very quickly, I was even surprised. During the two hours spent there, I never had to stand in line or run for coupons. I was treated like royalty. Of course, it's nice, but a little annoying. What was most unnerving is that I was considered the bride of Yuri Lvovich. And, many doctors tried to convey their greetings through me. Oh, it's hard to mess with me.

When I left the hospital, I felt both relief and fear at the same time. Relief because I no longer have to smile all the time, and also be afraid to blurt out something superfluous. Fear - due to the fact that I knew that after my examination, I was waiting for a meeting with Yuri's daughter. And although yesterday the girl did not show any signs of hostility towards me, but inside there was a pressing feeling that everything was not so simple. And, also, the thought did not go out of my head that I should be careful with Vlada.

-Nervous? Eugene was the first to speak again. - Vladislava has a slightly complicated character, but she will not go against the word of her father. And, since the owner personally chose you, you don't have to worry, - and again the words of the man didn't calm me down, they rather had the opposite effect.

-Do you know everything? - and how can I play my part when everyone around knows that I'm just a fake.

-Yuri Lvovich shared his plans with me. But don't worry, only Irina Egorovna and I know the truth about your relationship with the owner. She takes care of the house. We were asked to help you get used to your new position, - hearing silence in response, the driver added. No one else knows, and no one should know.

Why Yuri... Does Lvovich need all this? I have wanted to ask this question for a long time. He is a handsome man, or rather, a very handsome man. - He is not limited in finances, - and even despite his not simple character, there should be a large number of people who want to become his wife.

- The affairs of the owner do not concern us, - Eugene's face immediately became serious. "You'd better not ask about it.

"I understand." I didn't want to ask any more. The less you know the better you sleep.

Eugene also no longer dared to start a conversation with me, most likely he was afraid that he might say something that I was not supposed to know.

To my great surprise, the whole situation calmed me a little. Just because I thank Evgenia and the situation in the hospital, I finally believed in the veracity of what was happening. And, all that remained for me now was to quietly fulfill my role for three months, then also quietly go into the sunset.

-You are late! Vladislav told me with a sweet smile. - It will be better for you if you learn to manage your time, - that's how the true attitude towards me immediately opened.

- I understood, - at least it was not my fault that I was late. Moreover, in this situation, no one is to blame, it was impossible to predict that an accident would happen right in front of us. True, in my position, any words spoken now will sound like excuses. Unfortunately...

Vlada, having received the answer she wanted to hear, went shopping.

Today the girl looked a little different than yesterday... More festive or something. Even a little funny from the whole situation. Although Vladislava looks like an adult, her methods of showing her displeasure are quite childish. Come to the painting of your father in the most ordinary clothes, and the next day go shopping fully assembled. If I were Yuri's real bride, maybe I would be offended and uncomfortable because of this situation... And so, to be honest, I would prefer that she go even further in her "brilliant" plan and not come to the wedding at all.

- Father said to collect your wardrobe for three months, - after a couple of minutes the girl deigned to speak to me again. - If you have any wishes, I will listen.

-Let the clothes not be too open, everything else does not matter, - I myself would not mention this, but since I was directly asked, it would be foolish to remain silent.

"Okay," Vladislava agreed surprisingly simply.

We were in the most expensive shopping center in our city. To say that I felt uncomfortable here is an understatement. Now the situation is the same as with the restaurant. I just didn't fit into the interior. Entering and leaving the stores, I had the impression that if I walked here alone today, then perhaps no one would serve me. But, nevertheless, it is worth saying that only some employees expressed dissatisfaction with my appearance, the rest smiled politely, and it was not easy to understand what they were really thinking. Perhaps the reason was that I kept Vlade company... Because they looked at her almost with fear.

Why do I need so many clothes? - I, like any other woman, love to go shopping, but even so, the number of purchases exceeded all my expectations. "I only need three months, not three years. And speaking of three years, I was not exaggerating. It was summer outside, and they already bought me a second fur coat right now...

"My mother never wore the same set of clothes twice," Vlada said indifferently, looking at her underwear. "If she never did it, then you shouldn't either.

- Will I have to repeat the image of your mother? - the first thing that came to my mind was that the girl's mother died. And, they will try to make a copy of me, for reasons I do not understand. But this idea immediately disappeared, as soon as I heard Vladislav's answer.

-Repeat the image? - Not hiding the mockery, she asked again the girl. "Look, don't say that in front of your father, otherwise you will run further than you see." To repeat her image, you will need at least a hundred years, and then I doubt that something worthwhile will come out. Besides, when you meet, you will look funny against her background. If you understand everything, then go to the fitting room.

" Three months ," I whispered to myself. I have to wait three months.

Besides, even if I want to stop this whole performance now, I won't succeed. The contract was signed yesterday at the registry office. And, I couldn't break it, I didn't have such a lot of money for this. There was really a small chance that Yuri would want to finish everything earlier, but this is too small a chance.

Yes, and enduring the ridicule of a teenager is not too dusty work, considering that the result will be the closing of the mortgage and a tidy sum in my account.