Chapter2:
So after the unexpected proposal, I collapsed on the sofa as I never expected Don would propose. I was happy but in the deep corners of my heart, I knew I was not ready but it had been a while since I started dating him so it was expected Don wanted to take things to the next level and I knew he was being sincere.
After we had a long talk I agreed and decided we would give some more time and think about how it works before we decide on a marriage date but first I had to be sure of my feelings.
After dinner when I returned home, I tossed and turned and thought a lot about my future and knew that I had to move on so I decided to take the next step as it was very important before I let go of my past life altogether.
"Wake up Carmen you need to do this no matter what happens Don is a good guy and he will always keep you happy," I told myself repeatedly till I fell asleep not allowing myself to think about the past.
I looked out of the car window, trying to recognize any familiar landmarks. We were not too far away from London now; another twenty minutes and I would be there. Don had not wanted me to come, of course, but the lawyer had insisted that I come to London, so I had finally agreed.
I smiled warmly as I thought about Don Wilde. He was everything that a girl would want gentle, considerate, with laughing eyes and a wonderful sense of humor. I had met him as soon as I had gone as a secretary to Gazette Editorial where he was the head of the editorial department. He had been a great help to me in the early stages of my work and at the same time had plainly shown that he was interested in me. I discouraged him at first, not wishing to become involved again after my disastrous marriage. But the warmth of his personality had won me over and now here I am asking Marc Garcia for a divorce so that I could marry Don. It should be an ideal marriage. I thought happily. We have known each other for almost six years and we are both mature enough to know what we wanted. Our interest was similar and most important of all Don was very fond of my son Tio, a feeling that Tio reciprocated. I thought thankfully. There was not the same magic when I was in his arms but well perhaps that was a good thing it was that special magic that had caused many of the problems in my first marriage. We will probably have another chance of success without it. I thought sadly. But immediately when I thought about him, I had hatred in my eyes.
The car jerked to stop with the squeal of brakes, and I glanced at my watch. I was early so I would have plenty of time to get to the lawyer's office. So Perhaps, I could have a quick look at some of the dress shops on Regent Street. I looked down ruefully at my dark linen trouser suit, it had most certainly been better days but there was little money to spare from my wardrobe. Tio was growing at such a rate that I had to be careful of my finances. I was quite aware that today I was looking particularly beautiful my thick blonde hair is drawn into a knot on top of my head and although the suit I was wearing was out of season it emphasized my light golden tan and well-shaped figure beautifully. I left the car at the main parking and told the driver to wait there, while I finished my work. My boss had allowed me to use the company’s car as I was travelling alone. After walking through the barrier I went into the temporally deserted restroom. I looked at myself critically at the reflection in the mirror. I would have to do it, but I did not exactly look like an estranged wife of a member of Italy’s wealthiest family. Well, I would not be for long as there was no need to feel nervous about my coming here to the lawyer to make the final settlement of the divorce. I mentally tried to make myself strong and left the restroom heading towards the fashion shops and an hour’s window shopping.
At one-thirty I arrived outside the lawyer’s office wondering for at least the tenth time why he had specifically asked me to see him, why everything could not have been sorted out by them and my own lawyer. Oh well, I was going to find out now, wasn't I? Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves I pushed open the glass door and walked with more confidence than I was feeling over the reception. I had barely time to sit in the seat to which I was shown before I was being urged into a large and luxurious appointed office.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Garcia! May I introduce myself? I am Vincent Wilding.” The tall grey-headed man smiled coolly at me and after shaking hands said: “Please let me introduce my friend who has flown down from Milan.
I looked around at the corner of the room. “Oh! For a moment I thought …..” I paled with embarrassment as Mr. Wilding interrupted me smoothly. “I don't believe you've met your husband's younger brother Mathias Garcia. “I shook hands rather shakily with this younger version of Marc and as I did so someone else moved from the other side of the room.
“Carmen! My dear!”
I was shaking when I heard the familiar voice as it's been six years since I had last seen her. She was the only one who truly cared about me when I was married to my ex-husband. I turned and saw Cathy Garcia, Marc's mother standing there smiling at me. I had forgotten how tall Cathy was I thought in her arms the older woman had the thickest bones in her body. I looked at her and saw the brown skin, the very black eyes which held a tender sadness, the straight nose, and the pale mouth. She looked older. Six years ago, she had been a middle-aged woman who had always tried to look like a young one. Now she looked tired and haggard. “How I've missed you, Cathy.” She said huskily trying to smile.
“I've missed you too.” The admission was not easy. I did not want to feel anything. My voice was rough almost unkind. Cathy got the note in it and smiled at me almost compassionately. “How ironic life can be that at last, I get to meet you in such a terrible situation.”
That sentence caught me off guard and I asked, “What happened?”
“Carmen I had to come and meet you because if I had called you, you wouldn't have understood what I had to say,” Cathy said flatly.
“Cathy if you are trying to talk me out of getting a divorce from Marc then I will be heading back,” I said sternly. I knew very well where she was heading and I won't allow myself to be weak again.
Cathy started sobbing and Mathias came beside her and held her in his arms.
“Mom I told you she won't understand.” Mathias intervened.
“Please do not cry Cathy, you must not let it upset you, Marc is not worth it. The sound came again more deeply, I forgot that we were in the lawyer’s office and went and took her in my arms and said, “Cathy don't cry for God's sake. I am sorry if I said anything to hurt you.”