Chapter 3: My Wife
The next morning, Layla woke up with a nightmare, where Orabela was laughing at her pathetic state of being dumped by Roderick. She brought her hands to her face when she felt the coldness from the wedding band around her fourth finger.
Staring at it, Layla said, "I got married." However, to her surprise she was alone in the bed. Sitting up, she recalled the last night where Lucius kissed her and she equally reciprocated to it until he stopped suddenly and left.
Layla sat up and wandered her eyes around. There was no trace of Lucius in the room, which in a way relieved her. Getting down the bed, she dragged herself to the washroom while holding the gown.
She freshened up quickly and after having a shower, Layla came out wearing a bathrobe. She held the gown in her arms. There was a floral knee-length dress lying on the bed.
"Did he put it here?" Layla mumbled and rested her wedding gown on the bed before picking up the dress. "The fabric is so smooth." Her fingers trailed it and she soon changed into it before heading out.
Upon reaching the living room, Layla found it was empty too. There was no sign of her husband around.
"Your luggage is here, Madam," a voice reached her ears and she turned around. "I am Jasper Clement, the house butler. Here is your phone too and please hurry to the breakfast table. You need to leave soon," he informed her.
"Leave soon where?" Layla asked, taking her phone from him.
"To the family gathering. You'll see Master Lucius there," the butler responded. "Please follow me. The maids will set the closet in the room," he opined.
Layla nodded at him and followed him to the dining hall. Sitting on the chair, she was presented with a delicious meal set, but she was unable to touch many of the items. Layla wasn't a picky eater and used to eat little. So, in just a small portion, her stomach was full.
Drinking the water from the glass, she dabbed the napkin on her mouth before checking her phone, which beeped suddenly. The message was from her friend.