Chapter 113 Golf Playing
Cara spent the next few days in the comfort of her home, not bothering to go to work or even go for her pregnancy check up.
Her doctor had reached out to her due to her absence and Cara simply said she would visit when she could.
She stared at her phone all day, wondering when Romeo would finally call to check up on her. But nothing came through. Not even by accident.
Were they really over? She wondered. He asked for a break not that they should cancel their wedding right? Speaking of their wedding, she did not even know if it was already canceled.
She could not know anyway, Romeo's parent had taken full charge of planning the entire event and simply told Cara and Romeo to relax. All they had to do was to be there on that day.
That day having being a few days away, anxiety was a small word to describe what Cara was feeling.
She did not know whether to reach out to him first and ask if they were still getting married. How stupid would that sound though? Or nonchalant and not even stupid?
She sighed and let her eyes close. She was tired, she spent her nights crying. She barely got out of bed to eat anything yet early morning sickness hit her every time, making her so nauseous she feared she would faint without anyone to care for her.
She had grown weak from throwing up and not eating anything, yet she refused to see her doctor as she was too sad to go anywhere.
Her phone starting ringing and a strength from heavens knew where soared through her as she roused to a sitting a postion and quickly picked up her phone.
It was not the Armani she had been expecting to call her but she answered the call anyway. "Hello Mr Armani?"
"I told you to call me Marcus. How are you? I was hoping I could steal your morning and afternoon if you are not too busy with work."
Work. It was a Wednesday morning so she ought to be at work. But she was at home sulking and throwing up. If Marcus found out she had let her emotions keep her from doing her responsibility, she was sure he would cancel the marriage himself if it had not already been canceled by Romeo.
"Oh no, not at all." She responded, trying to hide how weak she was from showing in her tone. "I am not busy, I can definitely meet up with you, sir."
Marcus grinned in a pleased manner. "That is very lovely. Come and join me for golf and tea. I'll share the address with you."
She nodded and smiled, not that he would see her. "Of course sir. Ill be there before you know it."
His chuckle was the last thing she heard before he hung up the call. Almost immediately, the address popped up on her phone and she sighed.
She had zero strength, physically and mentally. How was she supposed to play golf with her father in law?
But she got off the bed completely and hurried to shower. She finally showed mercy to her hair, after not washing it for the days she was mourning her relationship-- just in case it was already dead.
After freshening up, she made some orange juice and gulped it down. Still wrapped in two towels, one around her body and the other around her head, she decided to prepare something dry to eat, like dry toast. Hopefully she would not throw that one up.
She most definitely would have thrown up if she took pancake or eggs.
Rushing to her room after managing to force two toasts down her small throat, she threw open her wardrobe and began scanning for the perfect outfit.
At first, she had chosen a mini white skirt and a white dress shirt along side a green vest and a white visor, the perfect look for golf, but that would only make him know that she had been coming from home.
So rather than dressing for a gulf theme, she decided to dress for work. So she picked out a cream colored mini dress that revealed her thighs and slender legs. It was also a sleeveless dress, hanging on to her shoulders but revealing her slim arms.
She made her hair into a ponytail and hung a pair of golden earrings degined like an infinity sign on her ears. A necklace with the same pendant hung around her neck.
She decided on the perfect red heels along with a bag of the same design and she finally felt ready for work-- golf. A thin golden chain like belt hung around her slim waist.
She was about leaving when her face called her back. After seeing herself in the mirror, she was called back by her empty and sick looking face.
Her eyes felt and looked hollow, her lips were looking a bit chapped and her face was as pale as pale itself.
Sitting at her make up table, she picked up her eyeliner and mascara and worked it around her eyes, along with a shiny brown or bronze eye shadow, making them look more alive. Then she powdered her face, a darker shade to cover her paleness. Finally, her lips chappness were hidden behind a sexy shade of red lipstick.
Dousing herself in perfume after feeling like she smelt of vomit, she was once again ready to leave.
A last look in the mirror drew a deep sigh from her throat. Every single thing on her body had been purchased by Romeo, he got her gifts every single day, making her feel like a goddess receiving sacrifices of something.
But since their fight, he had not sent anything over to her, no precious necklace or expensive make up brushes made from soft fur, or a designer dress that had only two pieces available.
Not that the earthly things were what she missed. She just missed those actions that made her believe he cared.