Chapter 67 Fear Of The Tipster
THIRD PERSON’S POV.
“Serenaaaa,” Bella screamed in excitement. “Girl it’s like you look better every time I see you.”
Serena blushed, “Oh, stop it. You make me blush too much.
On her way back home, Serena had spontaneously decided to get a blowout and get her nails done before their trip.
“Where’s your sidekick?” Bella asked, already preparing a chair in front of one of the floor-length mirrors in the shop.
“Oh, she’s on her way,” Serena muttered. On her way down, she texted Trisha to meet her there, but Trisha hadn’t replied, so Serena could only pray and hope that their fight from that morning wouldn’t stop her from coming.
“So what are we working on today?” Bella asked. Spinning the chair so that Serena could face the mirror.
Then the doors swung open, and Trisha walked into the salon. She wore a blue mini dress that stopped high above her knees, which made the white cast wrapped around one of her legs extremely noticeable.
She leaped inside, moving to Bella’s booth.
“Girl, what happened to you?” Bella screamed, eyeing the cast on her leg and the bruise on her arm.
“Don’t you listen to the news?” Trisha asked with a smile, “I was in a car accident.”
“Oh my goodness.” Bella gasped, “I’m so sorry about that. Has the creep who did it been caught?”
“Not yet,” Trisha replied, staring at Serena.
“Well, I hope he’s caught soon,” Bella said.
“I hope so too.”
“I want something very chic,” Serena’s voice cut in. “Something that will stand out in Morocco.”
“I know exactly what it is you need,” Bella said, getting to work immediately.
Hours later, Serena and Trish walked out of the salon feeling like new women, their hair glistening under the sun.
“My legs may be messed up but I feel really good right now. Bella massaged my scalp so well.” Trisha said as they headed back to the car.
“Tell me about it, I’ve had this ache all week but after she conditioned my hair, it was all gone.” Serena flipped her hair side to side.
“The woman is truly gifted.”
“Hey, are we good?” Serena asked.
Trisha stopped walking. “I don’t know how to honestly answer that question, Serena.” She said, turning to face her. “But I’m choosing to trust that you know what you are doing. And that you are not intentionally drawing us backwards.”
“I’m not Trisha I promise.”
“Alright then,” Trish breathed. “Since you are insisting we go on this trip, I'd like to suggest that we just forget all our troubles at the airport, when we return we can pick up where we left off.”
“That sounds like a plan and I’m all up for it,” Serena said with a double thumbs up.
Her phone chimed immediately as they got to the car. Seren immediately groaned.
“Is it from him?” Trisha asked quietly.
“I’ll be surprised if it’s from anyone else.” Serena replied, “Also, are we just concluding it’s a he?”
“I don’t know mehn, just read the freaking text.” Trisha snapped.
“Please we are having such a lovely day, can we at least get home before we ruin it with the ‘message from hell?”
“Fine," Trisha said, climbing into the back seat of the car, while Serena climbed in from the other side.
“Hey babe,” Jonathan said, kissing Clara’s cheeks as he entered their room.
“Hey,” Clara kissed him back, “I see you didn’t go to work even today as well.” She muttered.
“I told you, babe,” Jonathan motioned, “your dad told me to hang around in case there was something to do.”
“Something to do like what?” Clara asked, clearly in shock.
“Look, can we not fight? I just came here to hang out with you.”
“Okay, baby,” she smiled. “So, what’s going on?”
“Ehh… how are the honeymoon plans coming along?” he asked.
So that was why Jonathan was there, to try to alter their honeymoon for his own personal reasons.
“Well, the plans are barely existent, seeing as we just started talking about it yesterday.”
“True, true,” Jonathan nodded. “But… have you thought about Morocco?”
“Hmm, that’s a great location, but why would I go on a honeymoon somewhere I can’t wear a bikini?”
“Why does the bikini matter?”
“It matters because vacations are all about showing off your great body in amazing swimwear,” Clara stated matter-of-factly.
Jonathan rolled his eyes internally, this was one area he disliked about Clara. She was incredibly vain. Nothing went beyond surface level for her. That’s probably why her grandfather didn’t trust her with the company, he thought.
Out loud he said, “There are lots of other outfits that can show off your great body babe.” He said, kissing her hand.
“That’s true,” she replied, then after a moment asked, “Why do you want to go to Morocco all of a sudden?”
“It’s not all of a sudden, and we don’t have to go there. I was just making a suggestion.”
“Right,” Clara chuckled, “you know what? I’ll make you a deal right now.”
“What deal?” Jonathan asked.
“If you start going to work again,”
She paused, “and I mean going to your actual job, not being my father's lap dog, then I’ll consider going to Marrakech with you.”
Jonathan paused for a moment. If they went to Morocco, he could thwart all of Damian’s attempts to win Serena over.
He knew he shouldn’t meddle with a man like Damian but he didn’t care. Ever since Serena had married someone else, something inside him had shifted. Losing her had made his heart suddenly start longing for her.
“Okay,” he finally answered, “you have yourself a deal.”
“Good,” Clara said, stretching her hand to shake his. “Have them arrange your clothes for the office,” he said.
He grabbed her waist. “That’s tomorrow’s problem. For now, show me what that hot body of yours can do,” he said through gritted teeth.
Clara growled, slowly throwing one leg over him and straddling him.
They fell back to bed, without noticing they had left a little crack in their door.
The crack that had allowed their conversation to flow into the hallway. Now, a certain anonymous tipster had gotten wind of their plan, but would they reveal this truth? Or does Serena’s disobedience come at a price?
Immediately they entered the living room, Trish turned.
“We are home now, can you please read the text?”
“Okay,” Serena said fishing the phone from her purse.
She cleared her throat,
UNKNOWN: IN MOROCCO, YOU WILL NOT BE ALONE.
“That’s quite vague.” Trisha pointed.
“It’s the vaguest hint he’s ever sent us,” Serena muttered.
“He’s mad.” Trisha said, “he’s mad at us.” She turned to Serena who just stood quietly in the corner.
“Serena, if he’s mad at us, is he going to hurt us?”
“I don’t know,” Serena said quietly. “But at least we will be in another country and won't have to find that out till we come back to Monterra.
In unison, they drew in deep breaths, steadying themselves, reaching for a courage that was far out of their reach. Because deep down, they both knew that if the anonymous tipster ever became their enemy, they wouldn’t stand a chance against him.