Unspoken Hearts

Unspoken Hearts

Chapter 1

Dodging another pile of clothes as they were thrown across the room haphazardly, I took a step to the side in hopes of not being pummeled by the hurricane that was my friend Marisole.

She turned her head as if she was an owl, cranking her neck around until she caught sight of my frame. It seemed it was too late now. The choices were now only narrowed down to one option alone. Face the hurricane. “Ah! There you are Sera, I thought you’d never get here! I need your help. It’s life or death!”

Running over to her enormous closet that was plated in solid marble, the blonde haired girl threw open the swinging doors before carrying out a mountain of clothes and plopping them down on the nearby table for me to inspect. “What kind of look should I go for today? I mean, what kind of vision do you think Kairyn wants to see? I have no idea!”

I only shook my head though, not being able to give her a solid answer. Marisole’s fashion choices were never really my style, the woman always looking to be the most prominent in a crowd. She had this sort of commanding presence about her all the time that everyone in college seemed to envy.

Sometimes I admit, even I was on the end of that jealousy. You just couldn’t help it, looking at someone as beautiful and successful as her.

She didn’t seem to like my response, now crossing her arms over herself in a huff as she pointed towards the clipboard in my hand, waving her finger around haphazardly. “Show me his file again. I really want to get this right..”

Doing as she requested, I flipped over the object before handing her the top paper, feeling the material run between my fingers as it did so. I knew exactly why she was so antsy this morning. It was because of the marriage interview.

When Marisole had received the news that her family had chosen one of the top completing tycoons of the hospital industry for her assigned marriage partner, the woman practically screamed my ear off. I thought I would never hear again after that phone call.

Looking down at the papers still in my hands, I eyed the photo before me. Kairyn Carter, aka the type of man any woman would go crazy for. Even I had to admit that.

There was nothing not to like about him from first glance. He certainly had the looks, power and money to please any woman he wished, which made me automatically assume the type of person he probably was, an egotistical player.

It was just, given previous experiences, my interactions with rich handsome men have never been the best. It didn’t matter how kind they appeared to be, soon they would always show their true colors. Some hid their intentions better than others but they all turned out the same in the end.

One of the only perks going to a prestigious academy on a scholarship I suppose. Reading people became a necessity of mine to make it through that school.

Although it wasn’t my place to say, only being Marisole’s friend and now secretary, both titles that were graciously given to me by the woman herself. I was grateful to her to say the least, knowing that not many people would be willing to hire someone like me.

To most I was considered an inconvenience, but to Marisole I was worth something.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned to find her staring at the list of qualities that the man possessed, his total earnings and his accomplishments. These were typical things to brag about as a rich influencer, although it wasn’t as if I could relate, being from the middle class and all.

Turning her head to the side, the girl sighed. “He’s just so handsome, and rich, can’t forget rich. I hope he likes me.”

I watched her eyes saddened, now moving towards her before placing an understanding hand to her shoulder in support. She seemed comforted by the movement. “Thanks Sera. I bet if you could speak right now you’d be saying that I have nothing to worry about, right?”

Curving my lips into a small smile, I nodded my head in response. She always knew what I was trying to say without actually speaking. I never really understood how she could do that. It was both wonderful and heartbreaking, given that I wouldn’t ever be able to answer her.

After being diagnosed in middle school, becoming the mute girl was never the best position to be in. In fact it was something I would never wish on anyone. The scars carried because of it, they never seemed to go away. But it wasn’t anything I liked to bring up.

Just then, the phone began to ring in her back pocket and Marisole held the object up before pushing the notification away. “Oh no, we had to leave five minutes ago! I can’t show up naked to my marriage interview! I mean I could but..never mind! I’ll just throw on whatever!”

Ushering me from the bed, she then shooed her hand away as I watched the girl frantically try to sort through her clothes and find something “presentable.”

As she fumbled around, I couldn’t help but smile, silently thanking her for the position that I was in.

Yes, this was good enough. I didn’t need anymore then this.