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Chapter Thirteen
NO, NO, NO.
Betsy's worst nightmare came true when she woke up alone in bed and found the apartment empty of Lukas' presence the next day.
Fears and doubts shadowed her thoughts as she checked on D before taking a shower. Last night seemed like an impossible dream, and seeing evidence of Lukas' immense wealth all around her had Betsy suddenly struggling to breathe.
He's a billionaire, and I'm just me.
He probably regrets proposing to me.
He just doesn't know how to take the words back.
Despair threatened to overwhelm her, but Betsy fought against it by squeezing her eyes shut and asking God for help.
Prayers were usually people's last resort, but falling for the wrong man had taught her otherwise. Prayers were one's best resort, and now that she had prayed for her and Lukas, she pushed all her worries aside and focused firmly on the present.
There was much to do around the apartment and for D, and while fears infiltrated her thoughts every so often, Betsy steadfastly refused to let them linger.
Remember Matthew 6:27, Betsy. Worry has never added another hour to any person's life, so stop wasting your time.
It was late in the afternoon when her phone suddenly buzzed, and Betsy's heart skipped a beat.
Please, please let it be Lukas.
But her excitement was short-lived, guilt stinging her conscience when she saw Charlotte's name on her screen.
Charlotte: I have someone for you to meet. Please be at Hotel Aehrenthal with D by four p.m. Don't be late. Seriously.
Betsy: There's something I have something to tell you first.
Charlotte: We can talk about it later. I'm in the middle of the meeting, sorry. See you!
BETSY WAS STILL STRUGGLING with indecision when she arrived at the hotel. Should she have told Charlotte from the start that she was no longer pushing through with the wedding? Or was it better that she do so here, in person?
The thought of breaking her word to Charlotte was distressing. But what choice did she have? Last night was an eye-opener. She could never marry any other man after what happened between her and Lukas.
Despair continued to haunt Betsy's thoughts even as she forced herself to approach one of the women behind the hotel's reception counter. "Hi—-"
"Hello, Ms. Lark!"
Betsy momentarily forgot her troubles at the shock of hearing a stranger address her by name.
"I'm Esther, your event coordinator. Mrs. Carmichaels is already at the Lakeview Suite."
Betsy started having a bad feeling about the whole thing. Why did she need an event coordinator?
Esther's voice was full of pride as she relayed all the "extraordinary" arrangements the hotel had completed since this morning.
Floral sculptures.
A special ten-course menu by a Michelin-starred chef.
A live orchestra to play Canon in D.
Betsy felt nauseous as Esther went on to explain about Lakeview Suite having direct access to the hotel's grand ballroom.
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
