Arwen blinked. She opened her mouth to speak but then closed it, shaking her head. "I don’t know," she said.
"You don’t know?" Gianna asked, frowning. When she saw Arwen still shaking her head in response, her eyes widened as she repeated, "Arwen, what do you mean you don’t know? Aiden is a pretty common name. When you were signing the certificates, shouldn’t you have asked him his full name?"
Arwen felt embarrassed. Of course, she should have asked and tried to get to know him as much as she could. "I had planned to, but then the magistrate pushed the papers towards me to sign first, and then to him. I didn’t see the name he signed. Later, when I asked, he just said Aiden, and I didn’t think to ask his surname. That was my mistake, I agree."
"I can’t say anything else, Arwen. Let’s stop dwelling on this now." Gianna had had enough for the day. She understood well enough that the more she judged Arwen’s action, the more upset she would get, so it was better to just accept it. After all, nothing could be changed now.
Arwen took a deep breath. Even though Gianna was panicking, she herself had remained calm. She had long accepted the decision she had made. "I will be moving in with him tomorrow. He will be here to pick me up," she said, and Gianna nodded, also taking a deep breath.
"Fine. Just remember, I am only a phone call away. If anything seems off anytime, call me, and I will be there an instant," she promised.
And Arwen couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t doubt Gianna’s promise, but she didn’t expect things would get so bad that she would need to call for help because: firstly, she wasn’t weak —she could handle a man. Secondly, Aiden didn’t seem like the kind of person who would resort to any vulgar means.
But for Gianna’s peace of mind, she nodded, "Alright, alright. I will call you anytime –even if you are out on a serious date."
"If you want to test my promise, try it and see if I don’t oblige. No date is more important than you, my sweetheart." Gianna assured her, sounding confident, almost prod of her words.
***
Meanwhile, Ryan was relaxing in one of the private rooms at 8th Heaven Restobar when the door swung open. He looked up to see Daniel finally arriving.
"You are late," Ryan said, to which Daniel responded with a cold scoff.
"Of course I am late. I had work to take care of. I am a hardworking employee at Foster Ventures, and I can’t leave work just because I feel like it. You might not know how bosses are —they don’t like it when their employees slack off."
"Daniel, how long are you going to blame me for what I said on a moment of annoyance. You know I didn’t mean it. You are not just any employee to me. You are my friend." Ryan said, knowing well that what he did was wrong.
Daniel simply shrugged. He was no longer upset with Ryan, but he couldn’t let go the matter entirely. "Tell me, why did you call me here? It’s past the working hours, and I had plans to relax alone tonight."
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