Rich Oaks
Gazing out from the balcony of my penthouse, I take in the breathtaking view of the cityscape. Despite the opulence around me, my mood isnât exactly jubilant as I wait for Dukeâs arrival. Just thinking about him stepping into my apartment sends a wave of discomfort through me, and I brace myself for when he comes.
My phone rings, cutting through my thoughts.
Itâs my mother.
âHe texted you?â She sounds worried.
âYeah, he texted. His plane just touched down in Rich Oaks, so he should be walking in here in about an hour or so,â I reply, trying to sound calm.
âItâs quarter to midnight. Did you make him something?â she asks.
âI have some leftover fried rice in the refrigerator,â I say.
âHow many days old?â she asks, skeptical.
âItâs from today, mother. Itâs not bad,â I reassure her.
âI doubt he will eat anything. Itâs late,â I add.
âOkay. At least you have something, just in case he wants to eat. I wish you all the patience in the world, Aisling,â she says.
âWe will be fine, Mother,â I say, feeling a bit exasperated.
âI trust you,â she responds.
âSo why do you worry?â I ask, genuinely curious.
âLoosen up a little for him. Try and make the environment pleasant,â she advises.
âMum, everything is going to be alright,â I say, trying to sound confident.
âI believe you. I know you always bring some excitement every time,â she says.
I chuckle. âI see what youâre trying to do. Go to bed, mum, and leave us alone.â
âSure. Any minute from now, honey. So, what are you doing now?â She asks.
âIâm on the terrace,â I reply.
âAre you going to be waiting on the terrace for him?â she asks.
âYes,â I say, âI want to be the first thing he sees when he walks in.â