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Soon, Elizabeth, soon.

Chapter sixteen

Will

“So I would pick you up by seven p.m. as usual, okay?”

“Of course, Will.”

“I trust you to look the best. See you soon,” I said as I ended the call with a smile on my face.

Elizabeth and I were going out again tonight to some party as usual, and a part of me was excited merely at the thought of seeing her again.

It’s been a week since I saw her last, and that was the time she came over to my place.

Thinking back to that Saturday, oh, I wished she had stayed back. I longed to spend more time with her, talking with her while we snacked over a movie.

Weird, but with Elizabeth, I felt at peace and at ease. Anyway, I was seeing her again, and that was all that mattered.

I had instructed my driver not to worry about driving me. I wanted it to be just Elizabeth and me to keep it private. That way, I would not have to be on guard or feel tense. I could freely express myself and loosen up.

Checking the time, it was still a long way to 7:00 p.m., and for some reason, I felt impatient. Lost in my thoughts, I was suddenly brought back to reality by a knock on the door.

“Yes, come in,” I said, knowing it wasn’t going to be any other person than Anthony.

Once the individual came in, I was immediately surprised to see Lydia.

“Hi, big brother!”

“Lydia, what a surprise. Good to see you,” I said as I stood up to meet her halfway, giving her a warm hug before offering her a seat. “To what do I owe this visit? Would you like something to drink?”

“Oh, no, no. I won’t be here for long. I was just passing by, and I thought to check in on you,” she said.

“Funny how I was going to call you. Just got off the phone with Liz, and I was going to ask you to take her shopping.”

“Another one of your parties tonight?”

“Yes,” I said, smiling.

“You’d better not wear my friend out. And hold on a minute . . .”

“What?” I asked as I watched her lean into my face as though observing something. “What is it? What are you looking at?”

“You’re wearing a smile,” she commented.

“And so?”

“You never wear a smile.”

“Now that’s a lie,” I said as I leaned back into my seat, wondering where she was getting to.

Lydia paused for a minute, observing me before speaking. “Do you, by chance, have feelings for Liz?”

“Feelings?”

Her statement threw me off balance immediately. Feelings? What did she mean by that? Me? Feelings for Liz? That was impossible.

“Never, Lydia. Never. It can never happen.”

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