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“A date?”
“Rosaline…” he exhales, “Just show up, please,” he pins me with his eyes and I nod.
I can’t make him feel guilty for trying to send me back to the same New York I had sneaked out of this house to go to with Carlos. If anything, I have always talked about wanting to leave and return to my life in New York.
“See you, tonight,” he winks and struts out.
I sink, grabbing the chicken and wishing I could tear it with my bare hands.
I’m going back to New York.
I begin to hyperventilate and my pulse tightens.
I am going back to New York. He is sending me away.
I stomp out of the kitchen as Evelyn is about to come in. I grab her by the wrist and take her with me as I climb the stairs.
“We have an emergency,” I swallow, trying my best to stay as collected as I can.
It’s impossible. I mean I can take the part of being just sex mates forever while I remain here with him, but sending me to New York is just so heart-shattering.
I blink back my tears.
A date.
He finally asks me out on a date but it’s for farewell. The irony of my miserable life.
I bang on Maria’s door, while still holding Evelyn’s hand. She moved room back to the one she had when she was married to Benedetto’s father. She is now on the third floor like me, and her room is the room after the study.
“Maria,” I smile at her as her door swings open and she comes into view, in a maxi white shirt that’s stained with paints, and holding a painting brush. “You were painting.” It’s not a question, I push the door open and drag Evelyn inside her bedroom.
I’ve been here a few times for coffee and whenever she offered for me to be her model.
Maria closes the door, “Both of you are not welcome,” she sways to the stool in front of a canvas with a painting that still looks misshapen, but knowing Maria, it will come out with a wow factor.
“There’s an emergency,” I sit on her bed while Evelyn chooses to stand.
“And what’s that?” Maria sits.
“I am going back to New York,” I throw my hands in the air, now letting go of Evelyn’s.
“Why?” Evelyn sits beside me now.
“That’s what Benedetto wants,” I shrug and try to hold back my tears.
“He said so?” Maria hooks the painting brush on the back of her ear.
“He will be saying so,” I puff.
“What makes you think this?” Evelyn takes my hand now.
“I just know it,” I shrug and my tears take a course of their own to pour out.
“I’m sorry,” Evelyn squeezes my palm.
“Oh, Rose,” Maria stands and comes to sit beside me on the bed, keeping me in the middle, “I will talk to him,” she takes my other hand.
“No, don’t,” I shake my head, “It’s best if he doesn’t feel pressured.”
