Chapter 13

I fell in love with them, and that's why I took them home. The staff made me try most of the clothes that they told me would look good on me, and I admit, I became too gullible to believe all their sales talk. When I was done, my poor driver had to carry a lot of shopping bags and boxes. He had trouble putting all the stuff I bought inside the car. Fortunately, he thought of a way. He asked me if it was okay to remove some clothes from the paper bags and put them all together in one bag to fit. I got the idea, so I said yes right away. When we came back home, paper bags and boxes were still scattered on the chair, table, and even on the floor. I no longer had the time to put them where they were supposed to be. I chose to wear a sleeveless chiffon V-neck A-line dress that has a long slit on one side. It was simple but still had class. What I liked about it was that it wasn't overly sensual. I decided to put my hair in a messy bun and fixed my curtain bangs by ironing them and curling the long strands on both sides. I put on the lightest makeup possible, and once done, I felt disappointed watching my reflection in the mirror. My plan was not to look attractive for Quintin but I looked fabulous. I already thought of failing in that matter, but with that body and face, it was impossible to look simple. I sighed. For a second, I thought about calling Felicity to just ask his opinion as quickly as possible. I called his number and it took a while before that brat answered, and the noise in the background was uncomfortable to the ear. 'H—" 'Yes or no?" I didn't let him talk anymore. 'What!?" he screamed. I could sense the confusion he had on the other line, but with the noise in the background, I thought maybe he didn't just hear what I said. The noise was not music at all. It sounded more like the engine of some kind of motor. It wasn't a plane and I was sure. 'Just pick! Yes or no!?" I repeated in a scream at the top of my lungs to make him hear it. 'I don't know what this is all about, but I trust you enough so I would pick, yes!" 'Okay! Thanks!" We were screaming at each other. I put my phone down, disappointed. I expected him to pick, no. He made me regret visiting him that day. I never thought I would be set up on a blind date by my matchmaker best friend. I walked out of my room, rolling my eyeballs. The noises my heels were creating were too loud and echoed throughout the hallway. Two maids saw me going down the stairs and when they saw me looking at them, they immediately looked away like a scared cat. The driver was already waiting outside for me. He immediately opened the car door when he noticed me. I gave him the name of the restaurant where we would be heading and he drove the car without even asking anything. It took us more than forty minutes to arrive at the place. I asked him to park somewhere where I could see through inside the restaurant, and he did park in a nice spot as per my request. 'Let's wait here a bit," I uttered as I looked into the mirror, searching for Quintin. The set time of our date was 7 p.m., but it was already 7:15 when we arrived. From the car window, I scanned all the faces of people inside the famous Asian restaurant and I was surprised I had no trouble finding him. I saw Quintin sitting comfortably in the middle of the restaurant. Some people seemed to be having a good time, and with the clothes they were wearing, you could immediately tell their social status in life. Quintin was looking stunning in his pair of luxury suits. His pants and coat were both royal blue, paired with white long sleeves, nicely tucked. It suited him well because he was moreno. His broad shoulders and masculinity could attract even a mosquito. I was quite impressed with his sense of fashion, which made me wonder if he had a personal stylist. Frankly, he seemed like a model in the middle of that place, and he was getting enough glances from other customers. After a few minutes, Quintin looked around. I saw one waiter approach him. He opened his mouth to speak, and the waiter nodded twice and left. When he came back, he was already carrying a bottle of red wine. He poured a little into the wine glass. Quintin gestured with his hand, and the waiter stopped pouring wine into the glass. The next scene was irritating. Quintin took the goblet and swirled the liquor inside while looking intently at the red liquid inside the wine glass. He stopped and stared into the liquid for a while before bringing the lip of the glass to his nose to sniff it while closing his eyes. From that distance, I could imagine the smell of the wine he was about to have. He finally took a sip which made me frown while watching him. The way he did it seemed to be teasing. My throat suddenly felt so dry that it made me gulp. Because that scene seemed not to be appealing anymore in my eyes, I shifted my sight and noticed a woman looking at Quintin. Take note, she was with somebody, but her eyes were glued to the man in the middle of the restaurant like he was an expensive menu displayed. I could see how the woman bit her lower lip. Looking at another guy seductively made the guy sitting at the same table with her stop eating. I was not sure if Quintin was aware, but if he was, for sure he was enjoying it. The guy sitting with the woman snaps his fingers in front of the girl's face, and I almost burst out laughing at that scene that tempted me to get out of the car and go meet my date.