Chapter 4 True Colours

Vanessa:

I turn to see Scot's hand travel mid-air and crash into the face of a server.

Everyone's gaze darts to the scene. Scot's nostrils flare up in disgust. Both his hands clenched by his sides.

The scowl on his face sends a note of menace across the now-silent hall."I-I'm sorry, Mr Greyson," the male server pleaded, his voice shaky and his palm resting on his cheek with his head facing the ground.

"You just ruined my suit, and you're telling me sorry? Are you fucking blind?" Scot shouted and slapped the server yet again. He grabbed him by the collar, raising him narrowly above the ground. And with how silent the hall was, I could hear Scot's outburst from where I was standing.

Immediately, I ran over to the scene to see Scot's face superheated almost as if he had just gone through the heating stage of forging. I saw how frightened the server looked, and I could only pray he didn't wet his pants."It's okay, son. Let him go," Mr Mark Greyson calls Scot to order before I can speak.

Scot didn't reply. Instead, he stared intensely at the server, who had paltry tears laced at the fringe of his eyes. "I-I-I'm sorry, sir... I was in a hurry to attend to a guest... I slipped... an – and the drink spilt... I'm sorry... It won't happen again." The server stuttered as he begged, tears streaming down his eyes.

"C'mon, now you heard him; he said he slipped; now let him go", Mr Mark demanded.

"Stay out of this, Dad. This bastard needs to be taught a lesson," Scot answered through gritted teeth.

Some guests start to murmur, with their gazes still hanging at the scene. Scot uses one of his hands to pick up a filled glass of wine from the round table close to him and slowly pours it onto the head of the server, allowing it to stream down and soak his shirt."How does it feel now, huh?" he said before allowing the empty glass to drop and shatter to the ground, making the server flinch.

His tears mixed with the drops of wine descending from his face as he continued to sob. Scot pushed the server to the ground and walked to raise him up by the collar.

I already feel bad for the server. He doesn't deserve to be treated this way when he is only trying to do a perfect job, making sure both the Greysons and the guests are all satisfied. I stood still, watching the scene happening before my eyes, not being able to speak or do anything even though I wanted to.

"That's enough!" Mr Mark Greyson yells before walking to Scot and tugging his hand off the collar of the server."Stop this madness. You are causing a scene here," he whispered to Scot's face, which only made his outburst worse.

"Well, I don't care! You don't expect me to let him go just like that after ruining my suit," he announced, pointing at the server who stood helplessly in fear.

"Calm down; it's just a suit." "Just a suit?! This isn't just any suit. It is one of my favourite suits, and this c**t just ruined it!"

"You can get another anytime you want; that's why we are rich. Come on now, let's enjoy the rest of the reception," Mr Mark Greyson added before gesturing for the server to leave. He bowed slightly before walking away.

"Whose side are you on?" Scot asked his father with his eyebrows scrunched together. I see his veins pop up on his neck. I watched his nose flare up, and his chin tightened.

"I'm not taking sides. After all, it's your wedding; either way, you were going to get doused in dir-"

"You know what", he cuts his father off, "screw this. We're leaving," he said before grabbing me by the hand and starting towards the exit of the reception hall.

I held up my dress so I could walk freely and not stumble while being dragged by Scot. Against my will.

"Have a blissful marriage, Vanessa," Helena teases, giggling under her breath as we walk past her. As soon as we got outside, I saw Scot's private chauffeur, Lahm, leaning on a Rolls-Royce Phantom parked outside, waiting for us already. As soon as he saw us, he quickly opened the passenger seat.

Immediately, I tugged my hand out of Scot's grip, which made him turn to face me. Although his grip was firm, I wonder how I was able to get out of it. I wasn't ready to leave.

Not until he explains why he just humiliated a server over a little drink spill. "What the hell was that all about?" I questioned, wrapping my arms around my chest, hoping to get a pleasing answer.

"What is what?" he asked with a stern look on his face.

"You just humiliated that server. And over what, a little drink spill?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah, lucky for him, I didn't kill him," he uttered, shoving both his hands in his pocket.

"What? It was just a little drink spill; there was no need to overreact."

"And who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what to do and what not to do?" He asked; the scowl he shoots at me sends a warning signal, but I choose to ignore them.

"Well in case you forgot", I raised my hand for him to see the ring I had on, "I'm your wife now, remember? And all I'm saying is that you should have handled the situation more maturely," I denote.

A small laugh escaped his lips but disappeared as soon as I blinked. He strode to cover the space between us, our faces just inches apart.

The smell of his expensive cologne hit my nose as his massive body blocked my view, which solely displays the sharpness of his ethereal features.

I shudder, allowing my eyes to drop.

He took out his hand from his pocket and raised my chin for my eyes to meet his.

And after trying to resist his gaze, my eyes finally landed on his icy stare.

"Listen now, 'wife', if you're going to live under my roof, you better watch the way you speak to me," he announced.

He raised his hand in the air, and I flinched, thinking he wanted to hit me. And out of nowhere, two bulky men in black suits and glasses stood behind me. His guards, I think."Take her home," he ordered them and turned on his heels to leave.

One of the guards stretched out his hand, motioning for me to enter the car.

"Where are you going?" I managed to ask, but my question fell on deaf ears.