Once, my paranoid love

“Hey, Elena.” Lucy greeted Elena with a warm smile, holding up the dress.

**

I was engrossed in my book when I heard my name spoken. Startled, I turned to see Lucy standing there, a mix of excitement and surprise washing over me.

“Lucy, you? Here?” I exclaimed, my voice filled with both excitement and puzzlement. I hadn’t expected to see my friend there, and the sudden appearance left me with a whirlwind of questions.

Lucy, always composed and confident, had a straightforward answer. “Yes, I’ve come to see you,” she stated with a warm smile.

My curiosity and surprise deepened. I couldn’t fathom how Lucy had come to know about my current whereabouts and the circumstances that had led me here. The mystery of Lucy’s presence hung in the air, and I couldn’t help but voice my questions.

“But how? How did you come to know about me?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“Wait a minute, take a deep breath,” she advised, her soothing words meant to ease my racing thoughts.

“I’ll tell you everything,” Lucy continued, her voice gentle and reassuring. “Let’s take a seat first.”

As Lucy and I settled into our seats, a maid approached us with a polite inquiry. “Lady, do you want to take something?” she asked. It was evident from the maid’s demeanor that she was familiar with Lucy, and that raised even more questions in my mind. How did Lucy seem to be an old member of this house? Everyone knew her, but the details remained shrouded in mystery.

“Obviously, please make orange juice for me and Elena as well,” Lucy replied, her request casual and confident. It was clear that Lucy was not only known but also comfortable in this environment.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

My curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn’t help but ask Lucy a probing question. “Does she know who you are?” I inquired, my voice tinged with confusion and intrigue. I was perplexed by how Lucy seemed to have connections and knowledge that I was completely unaware of.

“I’ll tell you everything, Elena,” Lucy said, her voice carrying a sense of determination. She also turned to the maid and issued another directive, this time requesting the presence of a hairdresser.

“Hairdresser?” I murmured.

“What’s going on, Lucy? Why the hairdresser? And how do you know everyone?” I asked, my curiosity and confusion getting the better of me. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together, but there were still many unanswered questions.

“Your husband gave me this gown to give to you, honey. He is nervous about handing you this,” Lucy revealed, her words sending shockwaves through me. My heart raced as I tried to comprehend the implications of her statement.

“And a hairdresser for your makeover. Your husband is throwing a party tonight,” Lucy revealed. I was taken aback by the sudden announcement. Why had Mr. Huston decided to host a party so unexpectedly?

“What?” I exclaimed, taken aback by the revelation. The idea that Lucy was familiar with Mr. Huston was both surprising and unsettling.

“Yes,” Lucy said, acknowledging my question, “but tell me, how do you guys know each other?” I asked, still baffled by the unexpected revelation.

Lucy’s response, however, was equally perplexing. “What? I think the jerk didn’t say anything to you, right? Are you unable to recognize your husband?” She asked, her tone laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration.

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration myself as I tried to make sense of the situation. “We’ve never met before, Lucy. He didn’t even show up before the wedding,” I retorted, my voice tinged with a sense of bitterness and confusion.

The revelation that Mr. Huston, my husband, had apparently known Lucy and entrusted her with the task of delivering the gown was a shock to my system.

Lucy, however, couldn’t suppress a chuckle as she glanced at me. Her mischievous expression hinted at a playful game she had in mind.

‘Elena doesn’t seem to remember Derek,’ Lucy thought to herself, her eyes twinkling with mischief. ‘Now is the time to have some fun with them.’

Lucy let out a sigh, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Oh, poor you,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I couldn’t help but furrow my brow at her comment, my confusion mounting.

Lucy, however, seemed eager to unveil the truth. “Do you know that Derek and I went to your home yesterday?” she revealed, her words taking me by surprise.

“Derek? Was he with you?” I inquired, and my curiosity piqued as I tried to make sense of the connection between Derek and Mr. Huston.

“Yes, honey,” Lucy replied, her face adopting a pitiful expression that only deepened my bewilderment.

“So Derek is also a friend of Mr. Huston?” I asked, seeking clarity in the midst of the intricate web of relationships.

**

Lucy, her eyes widening in mock astonishment, couldn’t resist the opportunity to playfully tease Elena further. “Oh my gosh. Yes, he is his friend as well,” she declared with a smirk, her voice laced with amusement.

Lucy couldn’t resist the urge to have a little fun with the situation. She knew that Elena was entirely unaware of the connection between Derek and Mr. Huston, and she decided to playfully exploit the situation. Elena couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, bewildered by Lucy’s cryptic comments.

**

“And, as you know, he just married a girl,” Lucy informed me. Her words brought a spark of hope, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. I knew that Derek had been instrumental in saving my life that night, and I had never had the chance to properly thank him.

“Oh, but that’s good. So they must be here,” I replied, my voice filled with optimism.