SWNOVELS Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen: No Crumbs Left: Picnic Date I
“Thank you for letting me stay here. I have gotten sick of the food at the hotels.”
“You are welcome to stay as long as possible.”
“As soon as this whole campaign shit is over, I would choose to stay at any apartment of my choice.”
“Yeah, the campaign is weighing on you.”
“It has been but Evans‘ assistance has put me on the right spot.”
“That guy really likes you. I think you should give him a chance?”
“There is so much right now, I don’t think there is a need to rush. I fear I might get it all wrong again.”
“If you ask me I would say that Thomas wasn’t a mistake. You loved him and he did love you to some extent for you guys to have stayed together for that long but I guess it wasn’t meant to be.”
“And it took me that long to know that.”
“Look at me at forty–two and still not ready to settle down. I don’t can’t take no shit from any man, not even Collins.”
“Yeah Collins, for some reason you haven’t mentioned him in a while.”
“That dude brought out a ring on our last vacation in Paris.”
“Wait, Collins proposed?”
“Yes, he did but I told him I needed a break after I saw the ring. It was a diamond ring though.”
“Angela, you know you’d have to take that ring one day.‘
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“I’m just beginning to realize that. Collins is everything I want in a man.”
“Then what’s holding you back?”
“Seeing you go through emotional stress because of Thomas somehow.terrified me.
“I understand but Girl, you need to act fast before you lose your man.”
“I will, if you promise to give Evans a chance.”
“You know this is not about me.”
We heard the wheels of a car as it drove in front of the apartment, it was a red Ferrari car perfectly polished and cleaned. Evans got out of the car and leaned on it with his left arm tucked under his right swinging the car keys in his hand, he knew we watched him.
“Speak of the devil but in this case the Angel.”
Chapter Sixteen: No Crumbs Left: Pichic Date 1
“You told him I was here?”
“I’m sorry but he was persistent, that young man is in love.”
“Oh Angela.”
“And I almost forgot,” She handed me a miul bag, there was a dress in it, “te asked that you put it on, this is so romantic.” She whizzed.
I strolled out of the apartment on the dress Evans had given me. He knew just the right shade and design for me as it fitted perfectly. I let my hair rest on my shoulders and applied a light make up my face with a blood red lipstick courtesy to Angela.
“You look so beautiful Regina, I must confess.” He smiled and hugged me.
“Thank you, you don’t look bad yourself.” “Nice legs,” I added, looking at the dual sinewy athletic pair of manliness in a flip–flop.
“Where are we going? I haven’t seen you dress so casual before.”
He had a white vintage shirt on and a blue shirt.
“The beach.”
Just then, I noticed the full cooler of soft drinks and red wine, a picnic blanket, some fruits and salads. I didn’t need a soothsayer to be told that it was a picnic date and surprisingly, I had the perfect mood. and outfit on. And Angela had been like my fairy Godmother who had perfectly dressed me for my prince charming.
“That’s a nice looking rose petal basket you have there.
“Oh, it’s a souvenir I got from a market on my last trip from Hawaii. I got this for you,” Evans handed me a beautiful weaved hat that had a big red rose by the side of it and a bouquet of red rose flowers. With Evans the gifts never got old and I knew I should have gotten him something.
“These are lovely.” I sniffed through the roses and placed the hat on. We drove through the highway singing along to some oldies. Once again, I felt alive. I took in a lot of fresh air as I looked out the
window.
Evans had picked the perfect day for a picnic. Up in the cyanic sky the sun welcomed us with its yellow. rays. The rustling wind gifted us with the cool evening breeze; kissing the rims of our skin, as we got out of the car taking out the things Evans had come with. It swayed the short silk flowery dress I had on as we walked side by side on the shore. Our feet wrestled with the depth of the golden- brown sand as we looked for a perfect spot to lay our mat.
Suddenly, stronger wind came towards us and Evans freed his hands from mine and ran towards the sea spreading his arms apart. My heart leaped once I saw his manly legs flaunting themselves from those shorts. We got to a cool end of the beach and laid out the blanket and basket down. Just then, something caught my eyes. Halfway buried in the sand was a sparkling seashell, it seemed it had just been washed ashore.
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“What’s that?”
“Wow, that is some pretty seashell Evans saw it to
“I’d race you there. “With those words he fled towards #1
“Hey, I saw it first, followed behind racing him for it. But he got to it first and I didn’t mind.
“Let’s take it back, it’s so beautiful.”
“No, we can’t you know that’s the home to some creature, we should put it back in the sea
“I have never seen anything this beautiful. Maybe I could be a collector of beautiful seashells.”
“And then what that would be taking away the homes of a lot of creatures,”
“But…” He swept me off my feet on his shoulders, taking me away from the shell. We walked past divers showing off their skills like their bodies spoke the language of the sea. Once we got back to the spot, we had dropped the blanket, Evans brought out the ‘nutcracker‘ music box he had brought along, be played a cool classical tune, canon on D, it meddled with the sounds of the birds and the
“Hey, I know this song, it was my Dad’s favorite classical piece,” I grinned on hearing the tune.
“Oh, that’s cool” He smiled back.
“So, what’s your Dad’s favorite piece?” just as I asked that, I wished I had not. It was weird that I had asked that question, but at that point, I was already falling deeply in love with him and I desperately wanted i know a thing or two about his family.
“My Dad didn’t like songs.” He said and looked away.
“So, what does he like?” I looked at his lips for something meaningful to fall out. “Enough about that, I think we should eat now“. He began unpacking. At this point, I was stunned by his words. It was obvious that something wasn’t right.
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