Page 79 of Between Love and Loathing
“It’d better not be just a fling. Honestly, if that’s the case, I really should come and make sure you move this relationship in the right direction.” Her voice sounded so beautiful, so nice. I used to believe it as a child. “It’s a great opportunity, Clara.”
I winced. There it was. My mother’s true lifetime goal, to make sure she and her daughters married into wealth and prestige. “I don’t plan to marry anyone, Mom. I’m focused on my bakery. It’s coming along nicely. And this has been good for me.”
“Oh, please.” She sighed. “Don’t tell me you think this is helping you with your fake disease.”
I gnashed my teeth together. “I’ve been diagnosed, the bloodwork—”
“My God, don’t start. And don’t tell Dominic about it or anyone. No one wants to be around someone who’s complaining all the time about something so ridiculous.”
I took a deep breath. “I’m not complaining. I’m in LA to get healthy and actually do something on my own.” For some reason, I had to make her understand, maybe because no one was understanding me today.
“Doing it on your own for what?” she asked in that tone I knew meant she was disgusted. “If that’s what you’re telling him, fine, but—”
“I’m not telling Dominic anything. I just really want to see where this bakery will go here.”
“Your sister would never pursue such foolishness when there’s a wonderful opportunity for a man right in front of her. Although, I will say those Hardy brothers are unforgiving. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s playing you. It’s best for you to come home so I can match you up with someone of financial stability or I’ll just come to meet with Dom—”
“I don’t want you here.”
There was silence on the other line. I could practically hear her turning into that monster I was still so scared of. “Oh, really? What is it that you want then, Clara?” Her voice was almost a hiss as she asked.
Freedom. Success. Independence. Health and happiness. I should have said all those things.
I said nothing.
“You’ll regret my not coming there to help with this situation. And with your ridiculous bakery. You’ve never been able to design a single thing let alone a whole place. I’m warning you of that. I really hope I won’t have to say I told you so but—”
Maybe I’d taken enough from Dominic that day or I’d been too tired or I was just fed up but I did something I never normally would.
I hung up on my mother, and I didn’t feel bad about it one bit.
Then I checked my email, and my blood pressure skyrocketed even more.
From: Rita O’Hara
To: Clara Milton
Shipping a new set of dishes for the bakery will incur an exorbitant rush fee and just won’t go with the aesthetic. Have you discussed this with Dominic in detail? I suggest that we stick with the dishes already in place. Please confirm you will approve this with Mrs. Johnson by EOD.
Thank you,
Rita O’Hara
Tired didn’t begin to describe how I felt going back and forth with her at this point. And maybe I made the wrong choice, but I thought about my mother’s words, how she believed my taste wasn’t great. I looked around my bakery, and I sort of panicked.
What if it didn’t work out? What if I needed more help than I thought? Valentino had given me his number for that specific reason. I dialed it and he answered quicker than I expected. I explained that I was having issues with decor and that I needed him to assist me in dealing with Rita.
He chuckled. “Just let everyone know I’m assisting you, Clara. It will work perfectly.”
The man even took his time crafting an email to send her way. I was quite pleased with him taking the reins and handling it.
An hour later, he showed up with a smile on his face and large flower planters being carted in. “Are those for the bakery?”
I couldn’t help but smile. Valentino had picked out beautiful, colorful peonies for the entryway and the white stone matched the lobby enough that I didn’t think Dominic would balk.
And yet it only took a couple of hours for me to receive a text from Dominic.
Dominic: Why is Valentino claiming to be your assistant?
