Page 30 of His Scarlette Obsession
Because cupcakes solve everything.
By the time I gave up on the internet, I’d narrowed it down to three approaches.
Grandma, we broke up.
It’s simple and direct to the point. Rip the Bandaid off real quick kind of method. But it also presents the highest risk of giving Grandma Jackie a heart attack, so...nope.
So, let’s move on to Approach #2.
Grandma, Lykan and I have decided to explore different paths.
It’s very gentle and safe. Like something designed for infants. Or in this case, equally sensitive elderly citizens. But...it’s also likelyto give my grandmother false hope, so...nope, not this either,which then leaves me with...
“Grandma, the sheikh and I have decided to consciously uncouple.”
Because when in doubt, always take a leaf from Gwyneth Paltrow’s book—
Grandma Jackie, who’s elbow-deep in tomorrow’s bread prep, doesn’t even look up from her mixing bowl. “You seem to have forgotten Yellow’s my favorite song.”
—and it should work. Or at least it usually does...unless your grandmother’s a die-hard fan of Coldplay, and how in the world have I forgotten about that?
Aaaargh.
“So what really did happen between you two? Lover’s tiff?”
I grab my purse. “Oh, look at the time.”
“You don’t have a watch.”
I pretend not to hear this. “I have to go, Grandma. I don’t want to be late for work.”
“Which you won’t be, since it’s just five-thirty.”
La-la-la-la-lah.
I love her, I really do, but I just wish she’d be a normal grandmother sometimes. Or at least be nice enough to pretend to have problems with her memory. Just to make things less awkward, you know?
And speaking of awkward...
Phew.
The security guard by the entrance doesn’t even look up when the card reader beeps and turns green, and I’m able to push past the turnstiles. Sincehenow owns everything in this building—and the actual building as well, for that matter—I was worried everyone would know about what happened.
But...so far, so good.
The other employees start coming in after an hour, but no one’s been giving me any weird looks or whispering behind my back. I guess this is what the sheikh meant about “taking care” of our short-lived engagement. It just takes a snap of his royal fingers, and it’s as if we were never engaged to be married.
And that’s okay,I tell myself.
In fact, it’s the best thing ever since any kind of whirlwind romance with royalty is the definition of insanity. Commoners like me are called commoners for a reason. Our world is ruled by common sense while those who live in fairytale palaces and go around in horse-drawn carriages are, well...
they just operate under a different set of rules, let’s leave it at that...since there’s a more important kind of leaving I need to attend to.
Letter of Resignation
To Whom It May Concern:
Like Little Red Riding Hood, I too have been devoured by a corporate wolf. Unlike the fairy tale version, however, there will be no brave woodsman coming to my rescue. There is only the harsh reality that some stories don’t have happy endings,and some little girls should have listened to their mothers about staying on the path.
