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Ricardo Was already at the gathering, it was an evening party after a fashion show. One of his friends invited him as the guest of honor. He didn't want to attend, however, with the current situation. He was obliged to do so
"You don't know how many of these people want to see you," the man who hosted the party said. Between chuckles, Ricardo smiled faintly and glanced around the party hall, people were having a good time. Some were dancing while others were chatting amongst themselves
"And I'm glad to be here… you did a good job," Ricardo complimented his friend. The party hall was yet to be filled, but he could see some important men and women who owned the fashion industry. Some he knew and others he didn't
"It's good to have you and to think I was going to meet your wife Ricardo," the man said while playing with the glass in his hand. Ricardo was a little uncomfortable but smiled even more. Julien was a fun man to associate with, he was just 30 years old. Despite the slight age difference. Julien was a respectable man. He owned the fashion world. Other than that Ricardo knew whenever Julien needed a few jewelry collections. His company was open to him
"She'll be here…you know how women are," Ricardo remarked, he had some work to do that was why he didn't go straight home to get Alana, but he knew she was going to come because he sent Dennis to pick her up
"Well, I'm looking forward to it and by the way…who's the man you are looking for," Julien asked while the waiter poured him more wine. Ricardo was a little hesitant, he already had information from Andre. But he still wanted to see the man
"Do you happen to have an idea…it's a bit…" Ricardo started but stopped when he noticed Julien was a bit carried away. Following Julien's gaze. Ricardo was stunned to see the person Julien was looking at. Not just Julien but a few people turned to see as well. She came in wearing something lovely, hence everyone got her attention
"I didn't remember inviting such a beauty," Julien whispered with a smile and rose to his feet. Ricardo cleared his throat and did the same. His wife just arrived, who knew she would still the show
"Hello, madam…it's nice to have you here… I'm Julien…the man who put this together," Julien walked up to Alana and said with a smile. Alana who had been confused saw the man and smiled
"My pleasure, such a lovely party," she said although she did not know the man. She thought she was late for the party, so it was difficult to choose what to do with herself. Makeup and all. But finally, she managed to come.
"That's very nice, please this way," Julien was about to guide Alana to the reserved table when Ricardo joined them. His eyes didn't leave Alana, for a second he didn't recognize her
"Aha, perfect timing…I'm sure…" Julien was about to say when Ricardo stood beside Alana, he stared at her for a while then took her hand. Seeing this, Julien was startled, even Alana was surprised about this
"You wanted to meet, my wife right…this is her…Mrs Alana Romero," Ricardo introduced Alana to Julien, the glimmer and shock in Julien's eyes had Alana wondering if he didn't know. And yes the man smiled from ear to ear
"Haha, you rascal… I see what you did there…such a good-for-nothing man you Ricardo," Julien said with laughter, he thought the damsel was just one of those people who attend parties without invitations. Unfortunately, she was the man's wife
"Nice to meet you," Alana said politely and Julien took her hand for a handshake
"Likewise Mrs Romero… you are indeed his wife, such a beauty…is she a model?" Julien asked with a grin, making Alana feel uncomfortable. She secretly peeked at Ricardo and the man had a serious expression
"No," Ricardo replied and Julien's smile dropped and was replaced by a confused one
"She has everything…Mrs Romero how about we discuss this… you know…I need beautiful models for our yearly magazine," Julien ignored Ricardo and turned to Alana, she was a bit shy. It seemed Ricardo's wife's preference was a model or some famous designer. She had nothing to his name
"Relax Julien.. let her enjoy her evening… I'm sure we can discuss that later," Ricardo chimed in and replied on behalf of Alana since his wife was hesitant
"Aha, yes yes…my bad…Mrs Romero please this way," Julien nodded and guided them back to the VIP area, Ricardo let go of Alana's hand and only then, did she exhale in relief
Both settled down, the waiter brought some drinks to their table. Alana only saw alcoholic beverages. as well as some appetizers. Alana couldn't wait to taste some French cuisines
"Don't worry, this one doesn't have alcohol," Ricardo whispered to her, seeing how worried she looked. Alana nodded with a faint smile. It was a little awkward to sit with Ricardo. She didn't know if she was looking good, but she tried her best
"I'm sorry I came late…I hope you are not angry," Alana said, breaking the silence between them. The music was playing softly, and the place was nicely arranged and so serene. The atmosphere was pleasantly refreshing and Alana felt at ease. She loved the ice-blue theme of the party. The person who decorated knew exactly that ice blue went with well gold
The tables were neatly arranged and people were having a good time. Julien left to attend to his guests leaving an awkward silence between Ricardo and Alana
"You look…beautiful," Ricardo complimented her and averted his eyes. Alana lowered her head feeling a little shy and muttered a thank you. She chose the same dress she found with a note. When she tried it on, it looked beautiful on her. It was like the dress was made for her
"Thanks, for the dress," Alana muttered after a while, Ricardo who was busy on his phone ad tapping on his glass, glanced up in confusion
"Excuse me?" He didn't know what she was talking about, Alana stared at him for a while
"The dress you chose for me…the one I'm wearing… it's lovely, " she said more calmly, her cheeks already turning red from embarrassment. Ricardo was confused
"I didn't send any dress," he replied, narrowing his eyes suspiciously, he asked her to buy herself a dress she would like. He didn't know many things about her. Hence he did that. Alana was confused. She even asked Mrs Marks and she said the package was delivered. And they all assumed it was from the boss
"You did put it in my room… I mean the note…" Alana was feeling unc, she thought Ricardo picked the dress. But he didn't know. Ricardo stared at her and was about to say something when
"Good evening, " someone said in a low voice, both Alana and Ricardo glanced up and found Rocco. Elegantly dressed in a white tuxedo. Alana was a little confused because the material of his suit looked exactly like the material of the dress she was wearing. Her dress was white and black and Rocco's suit was the same
"Get lost…" Ricardo muttered angrily as he rose from the chair. Alana felt the tension rising in the room. Despite how Ricardo was trying hard to hide his anger. Alana saw through him. Rocco chuckled and shifted his gaze to Alana. He had that mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips
"Relax, Ricky. it's a party, I was invited so why should I leave," Rocco replied in a sarcastic tone and averted his eyes from Ricardo. By now Alana was fiddling with her hands. This wasn't happening. How did this happen
"Well, then…I won't say a word… I'm sure you have your table," Ricardo said shrewdly, Rocco wasn't affected at all. Instead, he straightened up and kept his eyes on Alana. Ricardo noticed this and grew angry.
"Mrs Romero, it's nice to see you and I must say. you look stunning tonight… one of a kind," Rocco said straight without even minding the presence of Ricardo. By now Alana was sweating, her palms were cold and her neck had become stiff. Ricardo couldn't handle it hence he grabbed Alana's hand and was about to drag her away when suddenly
"I guess you accepted my job offer… this dress was made by me…it fits you perfectly and well it's matching with my tux…aren't I amazing," Rocco remarked lazily only Ricardo to stop in his tracks, he thought he heard wrong but when he turned to look at his wife, he scanned her from head to toe and then shifted to Rocco. He was right, the dress she was wearing was the same as Rocco's tuxedo.
