Emilia: Finding My Forever

8|No Good

He sighed before looking at his watch. "Yes."

So he does have friends after all.

"Why didn't you tell me they were coming?" I asked. "They said you promised to tell me."

He turned back to his work. "I forgot."

"Why?" I asked. "Is it because I'm not as important as your cat?"

"Yes," he answered honestly and I watched him in disappointment.

He stood up before walking to the door.

"Maybe you should take a look in the mirror before coming back down," he commented with a devious smile before leaving.

I rushed to look in the mirror and my jaw fell. My hair was messy and tangled.

I cringed as I realized this was their first impression of me. They were all so formally dressed in suits and dresses while I was wearing sweats with chips all over me.

I immediately grabbed my brush and started detangling my hair. When I was finished, I changed into one of my dresses before leaving for downstairs.

When I reached downstairs, it took everything in me not to glare at him. We haven't even been married for 2 weeks yet and he's already repeatably hurt me.

"Emilia!" one of the girls shouted before getting up.

I walked up to them. "Hello, everyone," I nervously said.

The guy from before smiled. "Santo, aren't you going to introduce your girl to us? She sounds like a nervous puppy."

The others laughed and I clenched my fists.

Santo rolled his eyes before picking up his glass and taking a drink. This action caused an uncomfortable silence among us.

The other woman stood up. "Emilia and Jaz, how about we go make some snacks? The guys can introduce themselves later."

"That's a great idea!" she happily said before taking both our hands and pulling us to the kitchen.

I stared at the ground as I tried to get over the embarrassment.

One of the girls placed her hand done my shoulder. "Don't worry about it. We've been friends with Santo for years, we understand his mood swings."

I looked up at her and she smiled.

"I am Jazmine, but you can call me Jaz," she said as she stretched out her hand.

She had a heart-shaped face with rosy lips and curly hair. She had the warmest smile which made me feel welcomed.

I shook her hand. "Emilia," I said before I remembered she already knew my name. "I'm sorry."

She laughed. "It's okay. You're cute."

The other woman walked up to us and stretched her hand out. "Gia."

She seemed more cold and reserved. Nonetheless, I shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you," I said politely.

Jaz walked over to the refrigerator and Gia over to the cupboard. The pair seemed to be very familiar with this kitchen.

"We used to come over here a lot," Jaz clarified as she placed the bread on the countertop. "Our husbands really love to eat."

I smiled as I pretended to look at something. I'm afraid if I help prepare the food, it'll end up being a disaster.

"Santo must really love you," Gia said and I paused.

I slowly turned around to her. "Excuse me?"

Jaz awkwardly laughed. "Please excuse, Gia. She is a bit overprotective of Santo. We all are."

Gia ignored Jaz. "I mean you're not his type, yet he married you. He usually isn't into girls younger than him."

"Gia stop," Jaz ordered but she continued.

"He usually sleeps with women about five years older than him," she said. "Are you pregnant?"

I stayed quiet. He didn't tell them this was an arranged marriage?

Do they even know who I really am?

Gia sighed. "I'm sorry if that came out too harsh. I am told I am not a people person. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

I faked a smile as I walked up to them. "Is there anything I can help with?"

Jaz smiled as she handed me some tomatoes. "How about you cut these and Gia does the bread. I'll go get the meat!"

The three of us worked together to make the sandwiches. We didn't really talk as we made the sandwiches, however, it was not awkward.

Jaz smiled as she held one of the trays. "We made these in no time. I'll go take this tray out first and you can bring the other two."

We both nodded as she walked out.

I liked her. She was graceful and sweet.

I picked up one of the trays and began walking before Gia stopped me. "Emilia?"

I turned to look at her.

"I'm really sorry about earlier. I promised myself that I would be nice but of course, my mouth had to ruin things," she said looking like she was stressed. "I'm not good at making new friends."

For the whole time, she was quiet and kept hesitating to speak to me.

I smiled. "It's okay, I'm probably worse than you," I said and she laughed.

"Now let's introduce you to our husbands," she said as she held the door open for me.

I smiled as I walked past her then into the living room.