I stood under the shower for minutes, staring at the marble tiled wall with different thoughts flooding my head all at once, "what if she doesn't like me?, what if his family rejects me before i even get a chance to speak?" These were the questions that flooded my head, i wasn't ready, not even in the slightest and it scared the hell out of me.
"Arabella!" Klaus voice came from the room, i soon remembered we had somewhere to be and quickly rushed out of the bathroom with a towel as i gently reached for my clothes.
He turned around, almost irritated by my half naked body, i was stunned for a moment, he surely didn't want anything to do with my body and it made me wonder how his contract marriage plan would work?.
"Meet me at the reception!" he said with his back against me as he left the room all dressed up in his italian black suit. It was sunset, and i found myself taking a good view of the city, watching as the sun bid me goodbye.
I made my way to the reception like Klaus asked and in no time, we were seated together in an SUV with me having no clue on our next destination, there was no convoy this time, just one bodyguard and a driver, it surely felt like a stealth mission. The silence ate me deep, i had so many questions to ask Klaus, but he held a straight face as he rubbed his forehead like a man battling depression and anger in one sitting.
"Klaus, everything will turn out to be perfect" I said, my voice so smooth, calm and filled with assurance.
"You have no idea what that means, your life is an exact contrast of perfect. So i advice you shut your mouth!" he cursed, crushing my soul in her heartbeat, but i didn't take it to heart.
The mall we drove into was quiet, and as we made our way inside, he led me by the hand, taking me to the clothes section where he ordered me to pick some outfits.
I went with a slight revealing gown, the smile i had on my face as i went into the women's room soon vanished as i stepped out, he had a big frown and i knew for a fact that he hated the outfit.
"This is beautiful, Klaus. What's wrong?" i asked, unwilling to accept his opinion on what i chose for myself.
"This isn't about you, i need you to be dressed in a decent outfit, not one that makes you look like a whore i picked off the streets!" he cursed, his words like sour wine. Staring into his eyes, i felt pissed, why would he dare to use such words on me?.
"I'm no whore, Klaus and you will mind the way you talk to me or else..."
"Or else what?, you signed a contract and that means you must follow my every word and if that becomes a problem, i have measures to make you bow until your back breaks!" he threatened. Ever minute with him felt like a war zone and i was deeply tired of it, i changed back and tossed the gown at his face, he gave them to the sales lady and had her pick a gown as long as my hair.
My face was covered in deep regret as i stared at the gown which resembled something from the 70s, a gown i haven't seen my mother wear in her existence.
"You expect me to wear that?" i asked with disgust in my voice but he ignored me and had the sales girl package the gown without me trying it out.
I angrily walked past him with the intent of waiting for him in the car, but he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me back.
"And where do you think you're going, Arabella?" he asked, i ignored his question, there was no use replying to a stubborn prick like him.
Klaus forced me to change into the old fashioned gown he had picked for me and as i stared at my reflection in the mirror, i found out the truth i would never agree to, not in front of Klaus for a fact. The gown looked stunning, it ate for good and it had the perfect design to display my curved waist and a beautiful glove to match. I smiled foolishly like i had won a medal but stepped out with a frown, Klaus didn't care the look i had on my face, all he cared about was the dress and just went i thought it was over, he led me by the hand to the hair section.
"I want a new look on her!" he ordered the hairdressers like he owned the place, seeing the aura and wealth that came with his presence, they ignored other customers just for me. For the first time in my life, i truly understood the power of wealth and authority, everyone murmured but none dared to speak as they stared at me, watching as the girls turned my slightly messed up hair into something stunning.
I took one good glance at the mirror and realized i was hot and sexy but the pompous prick i was with would never admit such to my face, he was barely impressed with my looks.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" I asked, my anxiety getting the better part of me but he simply ignored and attended a call on his phone.
"We are on our way, mother" he said calmly as he stared into my eyes, i swallowed hard and my skin started itching by the second, along with a burning sensation on my throat, i was nervous and he noticed it in a second.
"You better don't screw this up!" he warned calmly.
The driver drove out of the mall and during the ride, Klaus was anything but settled as he kept adjusting his tie, the dinner meant something to him and i could see the tension building all over his face. I tried to place my hand on his leg but he knocked me off before i got a chance and i immediately retreated to my spot, not thinking too deeply about his rude behavior. In less than forty five minutes, we arrived at an estate filled with tight security, I felt uneasy once more as we drove into the bedrock of true wealth in the city, my eyes capturing every detail i noticed. they cleared us immediately at the mention of Klaus's name and on getting inside, i felt anxious, my skin burning slightly as the driver drove through the quiet streets filled with shinning lights that also revealed the name of the estate "the fells estate".
This was no ordinary estate, it was home to some of the richest men and women in the United States, my heart raced and my throat dried up each minute remembered that i was meeting not just any woman but the mother of Klaus, I was going to have a dinner with Mrs Marshall.