Chapter 16: sixteen
I don''t remember getting in the car, nor do I remember walking down at the airport as if in a daze I
found myself sitting on the flight way back home.
My world seems to be crashing down on me with a single piece of paper, I always thought God was
punishing me for something I had done when I lost Dimitri that night at the ident but the bigger
punishment was to face the person I thought I had lost forever only to lose him differently, again.
Engrossed in my thoughts I didn''t see the flight attendant trying to get my attention, "huh?" I ask trying
to regainplete consciousness
"Ma''am, we havended, " She said with a forced smile, I nod my head and get up carrying my
handbag because that''s the only luggage they found on me when they caught us.
"Thanks," I say before departing, I walk out of the airport after all the checking done and hail a cab,
going straight to my house the one I shared with Dimitri/Massimo.
On unlocking the door, a wave of loneliness washes down to me but I have run out of tears. I sat down
on the couch and just stay like that for a couple of hours, no movement, nothing. finally, after gathering
up some courage, I go to my room and start packing. I know it might seem different from an outsider''s
point of view but I''m no longer a part of the Price family so, no reason for me to be here. as I reached a
certain box behind the shoepartment it spiked my curiosity. I pulled arge size wooden box and
dragged it a bit on the marble floor.
When I opened the box tears blurred my vision, It''s my wedding dress along with everything I wore on
that day, I pulled it out and the beautiful white floor-length dress was as same as the day I wore it five
years ago.
With a heavy heart, I packed everything I owned and left the rest, I was conflicted with what to do with
the wedding dress, and an idea popped in my head. I ced as many boxes as I could fit in my car
apart from the wooden box which sat on my passenger seat and drove off to thest ce I wanted to
be.
The Price Mansion.
Afterpleting all the security clearance at the gate, I drove towards the entrance to the Mansion. I
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sat in my car holding the wheel and contemting whether to do what I was to do or not.
Sighing heavily I got out and stopped the Valet before he reached for my keys. "Thanks, but I''m not
staying for long," I say and opened the passenger side door. He rushed to me when he saw the size of
the wooden box and I smiled at him gratefully.
A maid opened the door and smiled at me weingly, I nodded at her "Who''s at the door, Ste?"
Mrs. Price asked loudly when I walked towards where she was sitting she almost ran to me and
engulfed me in a warm hug, a hug I have been craving all along. unknown to me a few tears slipped
away and soon it got too intense.
She consoled me and some of her tears shed as well, we sat down after an emotional moment and
settled down.
"How was your trip, honey," she asked pouring me some tea, as they were not a part of my scheme so
they did not know my little stunt.
"It was eye-opening, I guess," I said with hidden meaning which she didn''t push for more information
"Good, good, I liked the idea of a little fresh air for you, " she smiled sadly at me and continued sipping
her calming tea.
The valet bought my wooden box inside the grand living room and ced it on the ground next to the
coffee table. Mrs.Price looked at me confused
"What''s this, darling?" she asked leaning towards the box curiously, guilt wed me from within
"Something I have no use for, "I said opening the box which made her weep a little with sadness and
horror
"Why are you giving this to me? Don''t you want something to remember him with? all I have is a few
photographs of him at least you have this," she cried. I sat beside her and tried to console her but
stopped when her previous sentence said something about photographs
"You have all of his photographs?" I asked and she stopped crying ending with hups.
"Of course, I have my grandson''s son photographs, what kind of grandmother would I be if I didn''t?"
she questioned me back without actually answering my question
"Can I see them, please?" I pleaded with her, she was not reluctant andplied, by the time she
brought the albums I had one of the maids move the box to Dimitri''s room before Aldine could protest
or create more unnecessary drama.
Mrs.Price came back with a couple of albums and sat next to me and showed me Dimitri''s pictures but
there was one problem
"You don''t have any of Dimitri''s Childhood photos?" I asked looking through the album to only find
highschool pictures up until college and some recent ones.
My question seemed to sadden her even more, I hate myself for doing this to someone as old as her "
Robert was against Trever''s choice of a woman in marriage and they had a huge fight, which resulted
in their separation. Trever had his father''s stubbornness so he married the one he loved and moved to
another country. he used to call me sometimes but never visited. days turned to weeks and then years.
it took a toll on both of us when we got the news of Dimitri''s birth, we wanted to get them back here but
Trever refused to listen to us. he had started his own business and wanted to stay there for good, he
might have hated us too much because he never told us his address." she whimpered at her painful
memory. I held her hand supporting her breakdown
"Robert doesn''t show but he was hurt the most, after epting our mistake we started living it but the
ident happened and Dimitri being underage. the child service contacted us and we rushed to get to
Dimitri the fastest way we could, even after trying our best to provide for him he still treated us as
strangers, we never med him for his behavior it was our fault since the beginning which we had
epted, up until now he was still distant towards us but that didn''t upset me because he was with us
and that''s what mattered," she was wise and kind for a woman her age. she is a person who had lost
her entire family in an ident and still stood strong.
As I analyzed every word she said a thought crossed my mind "do you have any of his parent''s
pictures? I don''t think I''ve ever seen it," I say not seeming like a greedy bitch in front of a weeping
mother
"I must have them somewhere," She said walking to her room for more photographs.
This time came back holding a single photograph in her hand "This is the only photo I have of them
together " she said holding out the photo.
I take it carefully and on ncing at the picture only one thought came into my mind.
''he was right, he is not Dimitri price''
because they were not the same people I saw at his mansion.