Engagements and painting
I went to Lake Cuomo to see Nathan. He lifted my spirits considerably. After all, the fate he suffered is quite similar to mine. He told me about how he couldn't escape his destiny. Even if I believe that isn't his real destiny.
After the unplanned weekend getaway, I went to Father's office to talk to him. I did attempt to convince him otherwise, that I really wasn't right for this job. He thought I was escaping but he was considerably softer with me. He knew well enough he had cracked me.
It hurt that I wasn't given an option. I understand that Father is quite desperate to have someone in the family involved in the business. I do believe it's incorrect for him to force it down my throat. And I think it's terribly wrong that he disowned my irresponsible brother. Mind you, I am not being sarcastic. I don't want him to be on the street with nothing to his name. He is already making a family! It isn't fair to him.
When I got back to London, I was ordered to clear my desk at the mag. That was... strange. But quite beneficial since I took around... 10 bags of delicious designer stuff. I sent two over to Ashley's house, then four over to Caterina's and 4 for myself. Accessories, shoes, clothes... the works. Melinda didn't seem particularly thrilled nor affected that I was leaving her assistant-less. She didn't even say good-bye though she's a frigid cow so I am not surprised. She gave me a death glare then turned her back.
I accepted what was proposed to me. Judge me if you will for it, call me a coward and a chicken shit, I won't abandon my father. My sense of responsibility sometimes takes the best of me in these situations. His expectations are important to me. I told him that even if he didn't deserve me in the company, I would accept. But things were going to be my way if he wanted me to stay for long. He merely laughed.
Yes, that would've been the perfect way for this encounter to end. Not shortly after he stared at me curiously as I signed some papers.
"Veronique..."
"Yes Father?"
"Is that an engagement ring on your finger?"
I froze then lifted my head and smiled cutely at him. Yes. I am engaged. Yes. He asked me to marry him. ~dies a little death~
"Yes?"
"...you are engaged?" he repeated incredulously.
"Yes?" The cuter I am, the least likely he will hurl something at me.
"To who?"
"...my boyfriend?"
"That Nathan fellow?" he asked, skeptical. Ugh. I hate it when he calls him that.
"Yes Father. He asked me... this weekend. I didn't know how to tell you nor did I want to because you were so mean to me."
He looked pensive then stated carefully.
"So... he wanted to marry you... after you've been appointed as a board member of the most prestigious of Chateaus, therefore raising your net worth and your dowry?"
I gawked at him and stood up, utterly offended.
"Father! How dare you! He isn't doing this for my money! He is practically swimming in his own money as it is! Goodness, you're so crude!"
He looked at me as if I were a child.
"Are you eloping?"
"No"
"Do you love him?"
"Yes!"
"Does he love you?"
"Well yes, why wouldn't he?" I said arrogantly.
"Is that why he arranged a meeting with me?"
"I wouldn't know Father, we are both really busy to be discussing such things."
He kept staring at me as if trying to read more into me but he didn't get to. He lowered his glance, focusing on the papers before him. I sighed internally. That went... smooth. I don't think he is taking me seriously. ><
...
On less relevant news, I'm painting my flat. When I nervous, I drink. When I am having a breakdown because I am getting married when I thought I never would, I paint.
After the unplanned weekend getaway, I went to Father's office to talk to him. I did attempt to convince him otherwise, that I really wasn't right for this job. He thought I was escaping but he was considerably softer with me. He knew well enough he had cracked me.
It hurt that I wasn't given an option. I understand that Father is quite desperate to have someone in the family involved in the business. I do believe it's incorrect for him to force it down my throat. And I think it's terribly wrong that he disowned my irresponsible brother. Mind you, I am not being sarcastic. I don't want him to be on the street with nothing to his name. He is already making a family! It isn't fair to him.
When I got back to London, I was ordered to clear my desk at the mag. That was... strange. But quite beneficial since I took around... 10 bags of delicious designer stuff. I sent two over to Ashley's house, then four over to Caterina's and 4 for myself. Accessories, shoes, clothes... the works. Melinda didn't seem particularly thrilled nor affected that I was leaving her assistant-less. She didn't even say good-bye though she's a frigid cow so I am not surprised. She gave me a death glare then turned her back.
I accepted what was proposed to me. Judge me if you will for it, call me a coward and a chicken shit, I won't abandon my father. My sense of responsibility sometimes takes the best of me in these situations. His expectations are important to me. I told him that even if he didn't deserve me in the company, I would accept. But things were going to be my way if he wanted me to stay for long. He merely laughed.
Yes, that would've been the perfect way for this encounter to end. Not shortly after he stared at me curiously as I signed some papers.
"Veronique..."
"Yes Father?"
"Is that an engagement ring on your finger?"
I froze then lifted my head and smiled cutely at him. Yes. I am engaged. Yes. He asked me to marry him. ~dies a little death~
"Yes?"
"...you are engaged?" he repeated incredulously.
"Yes?" The cuter I am, the least likely he will hurl something at me.
"To who?"
"...my boyfriend?"
"That Nathan fellow?" he asked, skeptical. Ugh. I hate it when he calls him that.
"Yes Father. He asked me... this weekend. I didn't know how to tell you nor did I want to because you were so mean to me."
He looked pensive then stated carefully.
"So... he wanted to marry you... after you've been appointed as a board member of the most prestigious of Chateaus, therefore raising your net worth and your dowry?"
I gawked at him and stood up, utterly offended.
"Father! How dare you! He isn't doing this for my money! He is practically swimming in his own money as it is! Goodness, you're so crude!"
He looked at me as if I were a child.
"Are you eloping?"
"No"
"Do you love him?"
"Yes!"
"Does he love you?"
"Well yes, why wouldn't he?" I said arrogantly.
"Is that why he arranged a meeting with me?"
"I wouldn't know Father, we are both really busy to be discussing such things."
He kept staring at me as if trying to read more into me but he didn't get to. He lowered his glance, focusing on the papers before him. I sighed internally. That went... smooth. I don't think he is taking me seriously. ><
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On less relevant news, I'm painting my flat. When I nervous, I drink. When I am having a breakdown because I am getting married when I thought I never would, I paint.
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