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And why was that?
“It’s been years since I last visited here.
So, I thought to take a look around.”
I shrugged.
“Whose room is that, anyway?”
Glancing at the door, something washed over his face.
But he masked it soon enough, not letting me understand anything.
But whatever it was, it was… dark.
“It was his mother’s room.”
He turned his attention back to me.
“You mean, Ophelia?”
He nodded.
I remembered that woman.
Though she was sweet, I never saw her spending much time with Ace and Caleb.
Both of his parents would be away from home most of the time.
I wondered where she was now.
“Where is she?”
With an empty look, he replied, “Away.”
Just as I opened my mouth again to ask for an explanation, a voice interrupted me.
“Here you are, Arthur.
I was looking for you everywhere.
Thank God a waiter saw you coming this way,” Caleb said, sending me a brief glance.
“The Simpsons are asking for Achilles.
Handle them, will you?
Because I’m so done giving excuses to everyone about his disappearance.”
“Of course.”
Turning to me, Arthur nodded.
“I’ll see you later, Emerald.
And remember what I told you.”
This place was not for wandering.
Caleb’s attention piqued at that as his brows furrowed.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said in a polite tone.
What was in this room that they marked this wing as restricted?
And if everyone was prohibited from coming here, what was he doing here in the first place?
Flashing me another of his vague smiles, he walked away.
“What was that?”
Caleb asked, watching his uncle’s retreating form.
“What did he say to you?”
The subtle look of his at the locked door didn’t go missed.
“That Ace won’t like it if he finds out about me being here, in the east wing.”
Rubbing his neck, he looked at me.
“It’s not like that, Em.
It’s just that a lot of his memories are connected to this place.
Good and… bad.
And he doesn’t want anyone to peek into them.”
He meant peek in this room?
“Anyway, the ceremony is about to begin.
Let’s go.”
The sudden change of topic hinted he wasn’t comfortable talking about this subject.
I let it go and accepted the arm he offered me.
Walking away, I glanced over my shoulder one last time at that room.
What happened here?
After the engagement was done, the cake was cut and served.
And the last dance of the night began.
I continued to look for him.
He wasn’t there even during the engagement.
Did he leave already?
He did look extremely roused back in the east wing.
“This isn’t fair, Dad!
You won’t dance with your daughter at her engagement party?”
Tess complained.
She has been pestering Dad to dance with her so she could take some pictures, but he kept denying due to his lack of experience.
“Sweetheart, you know I can’t dance.
Why don’t you go dance with Caleb?”
“Right, we just got officially engaged, and she’s already bored of me,” Caleb commented, earning a scowl from Tess.
“I’ve already danced with him twice.
Now I want my dad to dance with me.
Come on, just one dance, Dad.”
She fluttered her puppy eyes.
He let out a sigh.
“All right, but for only five minutes.
No more.”
“Done.
Thank you so much!”
Squealing, she signaled the photographers to get ready and dragged Dad along after her.
“Now that my fianc? left me alone here, can I ask my gorgeous sister-in-law for a dance?”
I laughed as Caleb bent a little and offered me his hand.
“Sure.
Who can say no to my handsome brother-in-law?”
Rolling my eyes, I took his hand.
“Oh, I’m flattered.”
Grinning, he led me to the dance floor.
As the song continued, we started to move with the rhythm.
A lot of other couples also joined at the last dance.
Even Tobias and Mom went along with the beat.
While dancing, Caleb’s gaze went to Tess every few seconds, and the same went with her.
In between talking to Dad, she threw adored glances at her fianc?.
Felicity radiated off her face.
I was happy for her.
At least someone got the love of their life.
“You know, months ago, I never imagined I’d be living my dream one day,” he said, gaze still on her.
“What do you mean?”
His chin pointed to where Dad was twirling Tess in an awkward way.
“Tessa.
Due to some complications and my idiocy, we were always on and off.
There was no certainty between us.
At one point, we thought we’d have no future together.
Until six months ago, when we decided to give us another chance.
I finally got the balls to ask for her hand last month.”
I heard he had problems committing in relationships.
And Tess needed one.
They had a lot of misunderstandings and arguments over it until everything turned out good.
I didn’t know why he had such a fear of commitments, but I was glad he sorted it out and gave Tess what she wanted.
“That’s because you never stopped believing in your love.
It’s your heart that brought you guys together again.”
I smiled.
“I’m really happy for you guys.
Tess is lucky to have you.
And I hope you won’t disappoint me in the future for feeling that way.”
He shook his head, eyes genuine.
“I won’t, I promise.
And it’s the other way around, trust me.
I’m the lucky one to have her.”
I shrugged.
“That’s true.”
He laughed, looking back at my sister.
Then something struck my mind as I cleared my throat.
“When did you guys start dating?”
He turned back to me.
“I liked her the moment Achilles introduced her to me.
After a while, I knew that I wasn’t alone in the boat, she also had some feelings for me.
And just a month before her nineteenth birthday, we started dating.”
“You guys were into each other for that long?
How come I had no idea?”
I asked, surprised.
“Like I said, we were never sure of anything.
We decided to keep it quiet to see where it goes.”
I raised my brows.
“Secret relationship, huh?”
He chuckled.
“You can say that.”
Shaking my head, I laughed along.
Then realization hit me, threatening my smile to fall.
A month before her nineteenth birthday?
A month before that night?
Something churned in my stomach.
She was already in a relationship with Caleb when she kissed Ace that night?
My eyes fell on her.
She was laughing at something Dad said.
Did she…
cheat on Caleb?
Continuous vibrations pulled
me out of my raw sleep.
Groaning, I pulled my phone out from beneath my pillow.
Who’s calling in the middle of night?
After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I squinted at the screen.
Ace?
Every ounce of drowsiness left from my body with the skip of my heart.
Why was he calling me at this hour of the night?
Should I receive it?
Of course I should!
But just as I swiped the green sign, the call ended.
Disappointment filled my chest as I stared at the screen, hoping it’d ring again.
But it didn’t.
I glanced at the clock.