Behaving like a married woman...

Dress 1

"Nope..."

Dress 2

"Definitely not.."

Dress 3

"I don't think this is good enough for a dinner with my inlaws."

Dress 4

"This would be better for a date with my so called hubby..."

Dress 5

"I can't even wear this for any reason."

The selection goes on and on and all the dresses are thrown on the bed.

Calista did not not find any of the dresses fit for the occasion.

The dresses were undeniably beautiful and costly.They were all from top brands but she could not settle on any of them.

Maybe that was as a result of her sister doing most of the clothes selection for her during every occasion. They were from a rich family but her mother had moved out of their grandfather's mansion in Ontario Canada and moved to Montreal when she gave birth to her.

She wanted to be independent and her brothers were always on her neck for having two kids out of wedlock.

So the two girls lost the priviledge of having assistants at their services. There were no servants at their mother's place.As a matter of fact,their house was too small to have any servants with an exception of a single housekeeper,Mrs Smith. From that time hence forth,her sister,Izara had taken the responsibility of choosing outfits for her during most occasions.

But ofcourse,she got all that attention anytime she went to his grandfather's mansion since she was the most loved grandchild of the Kapoor lineage.

Calista threw the last dress on the bed and the huge closet was finally empty. She glanced at the walk clock, exhausted. It was already sixteen minutes past ten am.

Her tummy grumbled loudly as though she had been starving for a very long while.

Calista placed her hand on her tummy and caressed it slowly.

"Hhhm...I know,"she answered as though she was talking to someone inside there. If anyone would see her now,the person would assume she is pregnant.

"I will go downstairs now...I have a tummy to attend to so I won't keep on wasting time right here,"Calista spoke silently.She turned towards the door and left. She was still in deep thought of what she would wear for the dinner. How she wished she knew this kind of plan earlier,she would have gone shopping early in advance.After all,her husband is stinky rich.

"It's that ugly and crude man.Now I haven't found any clothes for the event and yet I have some hours to go what should I even do now?...Aaaarrrrgh,am hating this man,"she cursed as she hurriedly descended the stairs.

She came across Liz who was going upstairs to call her for breakfast. She had taken too long already.

Liz heard her talk. She peeped behind her but there was no one there.She wondered what was wrong that she was talking alone.

"Oh dear...what's didn't happen?"Liz asked.Her face full of concern for the young lady who seemed to be under internal pressure.

"Everything didn't happen Lizzy. Just imagine I have few hour before we fly to New York and I haven't found the right dress for the occasion yet. Am so worked up,"she complained bitterly while looking at Liz. She indeed was really worked up.

Liz looked at the adorable girl lovingly. She wondered why she was getting so worked up just by choosing an outfit. She was beautiful and she was sure any of the dresses would do just great.

"Oh dear,but there are very many dresses and all from the best brands.So how could you not find anything suitable?Should I help you instead or what is not so attractive with the dresses?"Liz asked in confusion and concern. If it was left upto her to select,she would have chosen any since all the dresses were so beautiful and classy.

"Yeah, ofcourse all the dresses are gorgeous but I could not choose any out of it.I wish there was something white among them. Atleast it would have been easier,"she continued with a creased forehead.

Maverick who was also coming downstairs for breakfast heard the discussion between the two people. He was perplexed. He had taken the responsibility of filling up the girl's closet with the most expensive and classy clothes. He really had spent more than much in making sure she got the best and there she was, complaining that she could get nothing to wear!?

'Such an ungracious human!'he cursed in annoyance as he remained in his position. Both the ladies did not know that a certain someone was eavesdropping on their conversation.

They continued as Calista complained and Liz listened to the complaints.

"I wish all the clothes in that closet were either,white, shimmery black or just....I don't know but not those crazy colors in there,"she continued. She was complaining like a little kid would if they did not get there favourite candy flavor.

"Why white?I thought most girls love red and blue and pink and yellow...."Liz tried to understand why she was into white color.

"I know.I do not dislike those colors either but I guess am behaving like a married woman,"she joked rolling up her eyes.

"Oh dear,you are so funny,"Liz exclaimed chuckling.

Calista chuckled as well.Her tummy grumbled again.This time louder than before.

Liz let out a laughter...

"The table is set dear. I knew you would be starving.I almost came to drag you down here,"Liz spoke looking at her still laughing.

"Thank you Lizzy.You are just like an angel.Coming to rescue at the right time..."she answered as she moved towards the table.

Liz got to the table and helped her serve her food into the flat bluish plate before her.

When both the two ladies had gone to the dinning room, Maverick took his phone and dialled a number.

Ring* Ring*

The person picked up the phone as after two rings.

"Hey Kim...I need a white dinner dress of the top most brand delivered to my house in two hours time,"he ordered them hinged the phone.

****

Inside a certain glass office that is well organized.Graced with expensive furnitures,a beautiful brunnet haired girl dropped her phone on the table angrily.

"This silly man.I am his lawyer not his designer and what does he even want a dress for? Addison is a shopper she can get the dress herself.Does he really have to bother me around wi..."she had started complaining when she suddenly stopped.

She remembered that Maverick was married to that beauty musician she adored. Beauty with brains and talent.

A smile replaced the deep frowning when she remembered the girl. She had loved how innocent she looked that day and she wanted to see her again.

"Ofcourse Mr Atlas..."she finally spoke with a smirk as though she was thinking of something cunning but there seriously was none.

Kimberly arranged her staffs,then picked her bag and walked out of his office ready to shop.

At the Kapoor Mansion,

The old man was sitted on his golden chair. His grey hair was combed and styled beautifully,showing his handsome face more vividly.His brows were many and deep black and so were his lashes. He was in a ash grey and white tuxedo and a bottle and glass of wine settled before him on the table.

His eyes were reflecting rage and anger. After having that talk with her daughter,he wanted to go after Calista and bring her back home but his youngest son stopped him.

"Father,it's not right that we go there.You know how dangerous Maverick can be and trust me he does not want to let Serenity go. If he wanted to,then he would have sent her here already and show his wrath upon us but no...he is still on his cool so we should let it be and do something when needed instead of starting a war,"Jevan had advised and the old man did just that.

It was so hard for him,given that Calista was his most favorite grandchild but it was so helpful having wise sons. Despite the other two having gone to India for important business ,the younger remained with him and his advise was so helpful.

The dashing old man decided to shift their attention to Izara,they had to find her by all means and take the punishment he had prepared for her.

The old man sipped the red wine from his glass,his eyes were staring into nothing.

"Boss...we found nothing yet.Her phone is still off so we have no track of her,"one of his men reported to him, bowing respectfully.

Kapoor wondered how all his men would spend all that time and not find that single girl,his rage rose. He angrily threw the glass of wine and it went flying to the face of the man who had just reported to him. The man who had not expected that winced on pain but dared not to leylt out a cry. The glass had hit his face hard causing a deep cut on his nose.Blood started oozing but none of them moved. They did not experience this part of their boss much but if they did,they had to keep calm still.

"I give you one more week to find my granddaughter...otherwise you are all dead!"he warned seriously in a low growl. He was the kind of man that never shouted easily though he really could shout sometimes.

The men left and walked out of the man's private chamber.