MY KIND OF LOVE 26 Revenge Dress

"Hmh it's getting late, thank you so much for the dinner.... I will take my leave now." Terrence was about to get up from his seat when Miray held on his hand.

"Wait!..." Unknown to her, the voice came out so loud that it drew all of the attention to her. 

The looks from everyone all waited for her to give an explanation for her actions. Old Yethu seemed to be in a good mood for he had been silent the whole time. Miray feared that her father was only acting that way because his 'son in law candidate' was around. "I.. w-would like yyyou to stay.." only after she spit those words out did she realise what she just said. 

Terrence paused for a minute while looking at the forced smile on Miray's face, " umm okay, why would I say no to you .."

Silence came back into the room. Hazel was not used to being like this so she engaged a conversation with old Yethu, "dad, you haven't talked ever since I came, is everything alright?.."

Old Yethu turned to Hazel's direction while looking at Miray in the corner of his eyes, "everything is okay, how is your family? When are you getting married? It would be great to go to my daughter's wedding.."

Hazel couldn't hold herself and started to laugh. It was obvious that the old man was indirectly talking about Miray. "Dad, Miray will get married soon before I do, let's wait for her first then we can plan my wedding."

Miray felt uncomfortable from the conversation in the room, "papa I can see that you and mum are okay... I think I should take my leave ... Hazel you can stay here for the night."

"I will take you home." Terrence followed and grabbed Miray's hand to lead the way.

"Thank you Terrence.."

The whole scene left the old people in amazement. But instead of feeling happy, old Yethu felt some sort of emotion he couldn't understand. No one knew his daughter better than him, it was obvious that she was acting it out just to please him. 'Have I been too hard on her?' Old Yethu regretted his actions for he had realised how much this situation had forced his daughter to keep a distance from him. If it wasn't for Hazel she never aould have stepped her foot into his house. Old Yethu laid back and gave a deep sigh of regret.

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"I hope you remember about the fashion showcase on Sat.u.r.day?.." asked Jeff as he entered the office.

Miray was busy with her paper work and then she raised up her head to look at Jeff, " yes president Jeff, I gave you my word last time.."

"Okay that is great.. After they heard that you will be attending the fashion showcase the designer became excited and sent you dresses as a gift ."

"What am I? The president's daughter.." Miray continued to go through her paper work, completely unbothered by what Jeff told her.

"Well, he claims that you know each other from high school..."

Miray paused and tried to remember if she knew anyone back in the day who was interested in fashion but no one came to her mind. " hmmm.. let me see the things he sent.."

Jeff dialed a number on his phone and told the other person to come in. After 5 minutes, two women came in carrying dresses in their arms. Miray got up from her chair and started to a.n.a.lyse the dresses. To her amazement they were all her style, it seemed this person must have really known her in some way.

"So which one you like?" Jeff asked while smiling.

"Hmm all of them are fine... Take them back. Tell him, I have something else on my mind.." Miray turned around and walked towards her chair.

"What do you have on your mind? Please tell me whatever it is and I will bring it to you.." said one of the women.

Miray gave her a surprised look, "can I ask you something?"

"Yes madam.." the woman answered in a polite tone.

"How long have you worked with your boss?"

"Not long enough I am afriad .. my boss has a tendency to switch workers and I have only worked with him for two weeks." The woman bent down her head in embarra.s.sment.

"Hmm, interesting... And why doesn't he work with people for a long time?" 

"He has a hot temper and doesn't seem to get along with anyone.. if we go back with these dresses, he will be very angry with us.. I fear for our jobs.." the woman begged, with desperation all over her face.

"Haha what a funny joke,.. Jeff does that remind you of anyone?" Miray turned to Jeff who had been silent the whole time.

"No it doesn't.. what's on your mind?" He had a puzzled look on his face and the smile he had faded.

"It reminds me of me.. and I know myself well enough that I don't do anything without a motive.. but I must say that I am impressed... If he fires you, come to me and I will hire you... Leave now." Miray gave them a cold stare and the two women left the office.

"Miray, did you think this through? Do you know that this would be a good chance for us to make connections with this designer?" Jeff was still standing after the two women left.

"Jeff sit down, I sometimes wonder what's going on with you.. couldn't you see through it?"

"What do you mean?" Jeff took the sit opposite Miray.

"I don't remember having a lot of friends from high school and let alone a famous fashion designer. If I did, our agency would be flying in the air right now.... don't you think?" 

"Hmm, you do have a point.. let's see what will happen next.." Jeff placed a hand on his cheek.

"Oh, don't forget we are having drinks on Sat.u.r.day and Hazel will join us.." 

"Hazel??" Jeff's eyes widened.

Miray crossed her arms as she try to understand what was going on between her best friend and Jeff, "Hazel had the same reaction when I mentioned you last time, what Is going on between you two?" Miray gave a intense stare to Jeff.

"Hahaha.. you got it all wrong? .. did you say she gave the same reaction?" The smile on Jeff's face seemed to be more brighter than always.

Miray gave a deep sigh, "what are you hiding?"

"I am not hiding anything, this is not something that I can explain to you.. why don't you ask her yourself?." There was honesty in his voice that made Miray not to continue questioning him. 

"Okay then I won't ask any further... But be careful, I might kill you if you play with her..." 

"Haha, you know I wouldn't want to get on your bad side.." Jeff got up from the chair and left the office.

The following days Miray constantly got phone calls from the designer, which she refused to answer. But he was persistent enough to continue until she finally decided to speak with him.

"What do you want?" Miray answered the call.

"I am glad I can speak with you now." Replied the voice on the other side.

"You have 30 seconds to say what you want to say." stated Miray.

"I heard that you denied the dressed which I sent to you because you had something else in mind, tell me what you want and I will get it done."

"20 more seconds.."

" Why are you behaving this way? Do you know how many people who like to wear something that I have personally designed for them? Why won't you accept the offer from an old friend?.." the voice now came out with anger.

"5 more seconds.."

" Okay okay! I lied about us knowing each other! please give me a chance to design something for your red carpet look!" The voice came with panic. He bahved like his life depended on it.

From what Miray had heard, the designer, Mr Morgan, was someone with a lot of pride. Considering how he had been calling through out the week showed some sort of sincerity. "I will ask you one question... Answer me wisely, for everything depends on this question." After a long pause Miray finally spoke.

"Okay go ahead.." 

"Why do you want to design my outfit?"

Mr. Morgan took a deep sigh and answered, "because you are wicked..."

"Oooh .." Miray was surprised, that was not the answer she was expecting to hear.

"I like how fearless and outspoken you are... Don't you know you are a rare gem to find? With those legs, oh no..." Continue Mr. Morgan.

"Quit the flattery, I might change my mind." 

"Okay, what do you want, I will send it to you right away... and also think of it this way, if I design your dress, your popularity would increase and I would get more attention for designing your dress... its a win-win situation."

"Mmmh, since I will take the red carpet,.. make me a 'revenge dress'..." Answered Miray.

"Hmm I just might have something that would suit your taste, I will design a few and send them to you right away.. but why do you want something like that?." asked the curious designer.

Miray gave a cold laugh and answered, "I have a heart I need to crush.." 

"Hmm, I will send it on Sat.u.r.day morning.."

Without giving an answer Miray cut the line and turned back to her work.
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