Touch of the past (chapter Thirty one)

"You can give it try" June said wiping the fake bruise she had inflected on herself to get Dave attention.

"You left years back, your time died long back. Even this trick of yours won't help gain his recognition " with that she takes a turn for the door.

'I'll' Bella crypt in her mind, since June wants to see how far her will is , she's more than willing to show her what she's capable of. One defeat is nothing compare to what she went through.

So what they label her as shameless and cruel, who're they to judge her for her ten years decision. Has anyone ask of her own side?, have they question why she left?. No, they all thought she left because of her future and wanted to make it big, but only she knows the real reason she left and it isn't going to be left under the skeleton for long.

"A test is been run, the result will be out by tomorrow" Dave informs settling in.

Her hand hastily drops her phone on the bed, fixing her eyes on him. With sight on the scene, he acted blind to it.

"Dave, can we talk?"

His focus crept from the paper in his hands to her face that's down with lost glow. His eyes takes recognition of her tapping fingers on the other, indicating her nervousness. Known to him that she tend to shake her fingers against itself when she's shaken or has something hard to say.

He finds peace in his heart that she hasn't change much , even if he had nothing to share with her he is please she hasn't lost all her innocence.

"What do you want to talk about?" His concerns voiced out, sliding in a hint of spark in her heart.

"About us" she push in, taking notice of the change in his looks. His polite eyes goes defensive with no shine to show to her.

" You don't want to open old wounds ,I understand but I just want to have you know of the truth. All these years i kept thinking of my decision , was it right?. 

"This conversation can't be discuss. I've long wiped it off"

"But I haven't, I haven't forgotten what we had or share. I still have you in my memories and heart" she dully tell out, bridging her hand for his arm, which get rejected.

He just can't get what's with her new change of behavior, she isn't the type to force things in, and what's with the talk of their past.

" You know me so well , do you really think I left on my own that year?" She scolds out,

"I left only at your father's bequest. He got us sperated not me" she settles for a sob in her hands.

His face scoffs blank.

Clear as day, she recalls his hand on hers. With every step he assured a warm welcome from his parents and how thrill they're to meet her. She protested against the meet as she wasn't sure of how to act in the mist of high status personnels. It wasn't just a regular meet, his family had host a party in welcome of all the wealthiest people in town and she felt not part of it.

His father's eyes that year on her left a scar in her mind. With little gaze his father went for another guest after his introduction of her as his girlfriend.

"Son, let have a talk after the party" his father's husky voice dropped out with hard glares on her.

"Bella right?". The cake slice came dropping to her shoe the second the voice called out, she turned to see Dave's father that sprint in the second his son left her alone.

"Careful dear, that's expensive" he gestured to the shoe that was covered in sweet cream. She leaned down and cleaned it off with the tissue offered by her boyfriend's father. A light margarine collapsed on her forehead, unease with his presence.

"Bella, I've seen you somewhere. Aren't you the girl with the women that day?" Her guts tighten in from his looks, she had prayed for his memory to blurr from that scene. A day ago she lend a hand to her mother to sell breads on the street, and it so happened to be at his company front gate. The company guards asked them to leave due to the uncomfortable atmosphere to the coming clients, her mom protest got Dave's dad to come and allow they trade for the day .

What she feared was displaying, his eyes had fell low on her.

"Yes, she's my mother" she tightly confirms .

" And the dress?" She observed his eyes scanned the values on her. He must had figured his son got her the dress, jewelries and shoe ,as they were far off her budget.

"Dave got it for me"

"And am guessing you're able to study in the same university as him under the mercy of scholarship" his voice didn't hide it disgust or look down on her. To him she was just a pauper haunting his son for his money and he did not want such people in his life.

" I'm gonna be honest with you, I don't want you any near my son. You're below what he should be getting close to and if you insist to stay with him then you'll have yourself to blame. The Deen family won't have a pauper as a mistress."

....

And to think a force vacation will have her focus on her two weeks wedding that's on to her. Her constant attention on the phone gets her friends annoyed to the guts that they seize it from her , that including her laptop and spears phones kept beneath the cushions.

"June I swear if you dare make a single phone call here, I'll have you sketch for a perfect ,beautiful, sweet and nice weak character in my book"

"H..uh" June gasp in dissatisfaction

"you wouldn't dare" she threatens in with creeped eyes at Dora.

"Oh try me" Dora Storm forward with cherry smirk, hitting in all her intimidating glares

"And worse she will be the heroine that's easily bully, she will be a pauper waiting for her prince charming to come to the rescue. Oh it'll be a fun damsel in distress book with your name and indication to contact you"

June hands prompt to her ears while Dora smashes her lips for the victory. Who else knows her more than her, of all she knows of her disgust toward sweet novels or the typical heroines that waits on her prince charming to save them. She just finds it too dependant and dumb.

She believes a heroine doesn't always require her prince rescue or be weak and allow others to bully her. A heroine to her has to be independent with outstanding will power and if ever her prince comes in picture it won't be for her rescue.

"Just be a good girl and contribute, this is also your wedding preparation as much as it mine" she calmly said settling June for the couch.

The dream of them getting marry on the same day is visioning out and Dora can't keep her excitement, nor tolerate any slack. Not specially from June whom she's sharing altar with.

"Will you two stop killing me here" Jane complains with a stuff of her mouth with the apple. For days her ears have been listening to them chat about their wedding, what they're going to choose, a matching gown and suits . She isn't angry just a bit of being left out.

She push in between them, chewing her jaws out. The girls laugh at her grumpy face and smooch a cuddle on her with kiss on each cheek .

"Don't worry, your day is soon to come" Dora said with a tickle of her finger under her chin.

"When's your mom arriving?" June asked

"She'll show up all right, but only after decorating herself with the world's most expensive values" Dora said with a scowl of her eyes. All the parents are waiting on her arrival but she just has to be the star as always.

She knew the idea of having their parents meet to plan the venue is bad, her mother surely will want her ideas to be accepted over others.

"What the hell, sweet heart how're you living in such a small congestive apartment" her voice rings out in tantrums with grace of her feet through the door. Her eyes shades behind the dark lens with high cost price on the tags.

She's the queen of display. To have all know of the values she has on, she never takes off the price tags.

"Uh" Dora groans , sending her head on June's laps. This is going to be a disaster ,that she's sure of.

"Mrs fancy queen is here" her voice grunts out.

" Who's disturbing the peace ?" June's mother stalks out, taking a quick look at the over decorative being in mimick of a queen of anything but a country.

"Huh" she scoffs fencing her arms for the chest. Her eyes rolls out in hint of irritant.

"What's she doing here?" they both asked getting the kids on their toes.

"She's my mother" Dora said

"How's that possible?, my annoying sister has a calm, Sensible daughter?"

"Sister??!"

The girls scolds out with a share gaze.