Dark Revenge Of A Jilted Bride: Till Life Do Us Part!-Chapter 34: Strange Delivery

Day 7 at the job: no more sighting of scandals and no more intruding into board meetings petitioning her lot, Gianna mused, twerking her pencil.

If anything she enjoyed her work—enjoyed it too much. Even more so now that she had submitted the final sketch of the raving piece about three hours ago to Daphne.

The appropriate teams will be set as tigers on making it, the woman had assured her, ensuring it was completed before or days after the convention. She couldn’t wait to see the piece physically, to touch it.

She smiled, eyes catching the other design which would be the next sensation—the one that would be her entry during the convention.

Needed more work, yes, but her hands felt jiggy, excited at the prospect of that night, and at the prospect of her friend returning to the country this weekend.

She would ask the latter to be her plus one at the event, she thought as she slotted the new design into a file and pushed it into the lower drawer, locking it just as immediately—then backtracked.

Her friend was married. Would she even be free that night?

Gianna sighed. The throes of marriage. Maybe Ewan would let her be for that night?

Gianna wasn’t banking on it, but a girl can hope.

She leaned back into her chair, feeling somewhat fulfilled about her work—fulfilled that she was also being respected by the superiors, including her fellow employees.

Her phone dinged with a text, and thinking it was her friends replying to the message she had sent to their private group chat about the recent number of orders on her design, she picked it up smiling.

A smile that dropped when she realized it was just Sabrina.

In the days following the rumour and the scandal that had thrown the internet into a frenzy, she hadn’t heard anything from this fake family of hers—not even from her uncle who had threatened her job.

She laughed quietly. Surely, her uncle would know now that she wasn’t a basic designer. She wished she had seen his face when he realized he couldn’t get Arthur to sack her, or even demote her.

Tsk. Arrogant fools.

She clicked on Sabrina’s message, curiosity getting the best of her.

"hey coz, the family is attending an auction. Would like you to be there, if you can get an invitation ticket."

Gianna’s brows furrowed. What was this?

Below the message was the name of the auction, and the charity hosting it.

Of course, she knew it. Her parents had been benefactors, her mother had actually been one of the founders of the organization. Yet, when she died, they had only turned up for the burial, two hours late, then disappeared afterwards.

Over the years, she never saw them again, except on a few occasions when they came to see her uncle.

The fickleness of human nature.

She sneered at the text. She had stopped attending their events, had stopped donating too, because she wasn’t sure—after her mother’s absence—if they really were into charity.

She always had a bad feeling when she saw the recent manager of the NGO.

Still... Why was Sabrina inviting her?

It was never good, was it? She wondered, already calculating how to get a ticket despite knowing that.

The text had been a challenge... and Gianna wasn’t one to be put down by that.

She immediately went to the website, and seeing the price for one invitation ticket, she scoffed. Really for the elite of society.

She could afford it, of course, but was it a good throw of money, especially when she wasn’t planning to engage in the auction? 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Just then her secretary knocked on her door, stepping in when beckoned.

"You have a package, Miss Gianna."

That got Gianna’s attention. Another game by Sabrina?

"Bring it in," she said, curiosity getting the best of her.

Less than a minute later, Lottie was in the office, dropping the package on Gianna’s desk.

A bouquet of flowers, with a black envelope decorated with a red bow tucked in the middle.

Gianna and Lottie looked at each other—one confused, the other about to awwn in romanticness.

"Who brought this in?"

Lottie shrugged. "The receptionist downstairs called it in... came by a delivery man."

Gianna picked up the flowers, her nose catching the sweet scent. "Any sender address, or name...?"

Lottie shook her head. "None I could see."

Gianna nodded slowly, already having a prospect in mind. Mason.

Over the days, he had dropped hints here and there that he wasn’t giving up... but wasn’t this over the top?

Didn’t he understand that she wasn’t up for this now, that she wasn’t interested in an office romance?

"Okay, you can leave..." she muttered.

When Lottie had left and shut the door after her, Gianna reached for the envelope without hesitation.

And when she opened it, what she saw startled her.

It was a ticket to the auction next tomorrow.

Sabrina’s handiwork?

She shook her head. Why would Sabrina send her flowers? Worse, send her a ticket, when that had been meant as a challenge in the first place?

When she eased the ticket out of the envelope, she saw the piece of card then. Brows still furrowed, she brought it out and read the short message on it.

"I thought it would be a good idea for us to see again."

Signed with initials N.N, initials Gianna hadn’t seen before, and didn’t know.

Who was this? Was she a wrong receiver? she wondered, looking at the bouquet.

Maybe...

Her office door swung open, and in came a mildly annoyed Mason.

She frowned. "Mason, is barging into my office part of your job description?"

Her frown reached Lottie, who came in right after him with an apology.

"I told him to wait, Miss Gianna..."

Gianna rather appreciated the latter’s courage to say that before a company director. But Mason and her were friends—of some sort—now.

"I heard you received a package..." he said, picking up the flowers, while she cocked a brow at his impetus. "You have an admirer..."

"I don’t think so. I don’t know these initials."

"Let me see..." he stretched out his hand—one that wavered when she looked at him placidly.

"You are overstepping boundaries here, Mason... I don’t like it."

"Right..." he muttered, tucking the hand into his pocket. "I’m sorry for bothering you."

He was out just as fast as he had come in.