Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Fashion-less Doctor
“Athena, good morning. Have you heard from Susan yet?” Aiden asked, stepping into Athena’s room after two sharp knocks on her door.

Athena, who had been deciding on which outfit to wear to see the president, paused her fashion dallying and turned. “Good morning, Aiden. No, I haven’t,” She stated somberly, dropping the light green two-piece suit onto the bed.

She strolled to the longest of the two sofas in her room and sat down quietly, burying her head in her hands for a few seconds. “What should we do?” She asked, lifting her head and staring at Aiden, who hastily shut the door behind him and walked briskly to the other sofa.

“I’m not sure. Should we wait for a couple more hours?” He clasped his hands together, placed his elbows on his thighs, and leaned forward.

Athena sighed and looked up to the ceilings. “Aiden, we’ve been waiting for hours. She was supposed to send a text last night or, at most, this morning, seeing as Alvarez has leaked the fake news to the public about Heronica’s escape. Do you think Morgan discovered the ruse, maybe through Heron?”

Aiden shook his head. “I don’t think so, Athena. Heron is dead.”

Athena pursed her lips, redirecting her gaze to Aiden. “We don’t know that. We didn’t see his body the second time we checked out the hideout.”

“True. But that’s because the gang must have taken him to be buried. I saw the body, Athena. He was dead.”

Athena hoped so. Because if Heron was still alive, then they were in trouble—Susan too.

Twins could detect irregularities among themselves. Didn’t she have them as children?

“So, we should wait then? Wait and pray the gang didn’t find her out…”

Aiden nodded.

Athena inhaled deeply, quelling the racing of her heart. If Susan died… She shook her head, refusing to think of that right now. She should be optimistic!

“Athena… don’t worry. She will be fine. Susan can take care of herself.”

Athena shot Aiden a sharp glare, sorrow shifting to red anger. “Pray, Aiden. Pray nothing happens to her. Or else you will pay dearly for it for the rest of your life!”

Aiden sighed and got to his feet, hating to be threatened. “Aye, I hear you. Are you ready to see the president?” He changed the topic, checking his wristwatch. “It’s almost nine o’clock.”

Athena sighed, letting go of the anger and standing to her feet. “Not yet.” She looked at the clothes spread out on the bed—skirts, corporate blouses, pants…

Which should I wear? She wondered, calculating the suitability of each outfit for the occasion. This was the president; she needed the perfect attire.

She groaned as fashion styles kept jumbling in her mind. Behind her, Aiden was just as confused. “Just pick anyone and wear it. You always look good in anything you wear…”

Athena snorted and gave him a scornful expression. He threw his hands up in resignation. “I’ll see you outside.”

Better, Athena mused, looking at the door as it opened, ushering Gianna inside. “Thank God…” She muttered, stepping away from the bed. Her savior has arrived.

“I thought as much…” Gianna said, a small smile on her lips as she beheld the disorderly state of the bed. Not just that, but the space beside it was filled with all kinds of branded shoes. “Good morning, Aiden.”

“Good morning, Gianna. It’s good you are here. Your friend needs help.”

Gianna laughed, jabbing Aiden lightly on the arm. “Rest well, Aiden. I’ll take care of it.”

Aiden chuckled softly, gave a curt nod to a pouting Athena, and walked out of the room.

“Are you carrying your hair like that, woman?” Gianna began, taking inventory of Athena the moment Aiden left.

Athena shrugged her shoulders. “What’s wrong with it? I think it’s okay…” She said, taking a peek in the mirror.

Gianna shook her head before taking another inventory, this time of the clothes on the bed. “What are these?”

Athena didn’t bother replying this time around. She would let her friend work her magic.

Thirty minutes later, Athena emerged looking poised and professional. She wore a tailored, navy blue pantsuit that accentuated her curves without being too revealing.

The suit was made of a high-quality wool blend that gave it a subtle sheen, and it was perfectly fitted to her body. There were groups of sturdy and beautiful beads and sequins sewn perfectly around the suit’s collar and hands, which easily caught the light and sparkled when she moved.

A crisp, white blouse added a touch of elegance to the outfit, while a modest silver necklace with a small, delicate pendant provided a hint of sophistication.

Her dark hair was styled in a sleek, low bun that showcased her beautiful features and added to her polished look. She had opted for understated, pearl earrings that complemented her necklace and added a touch of classic elegance to her overall appearance.

Her makeup was the most interesting though. Eye-catching and flawless.

A pair of low-heeled, black pumps completed her outfit; a professional touch that was perfect for a meeting with the president.

“Damn, Gianna. You are too good. Don’t you think you should delve into fashion too?”

Gianna scoffed. “I can’t multitask like you do, girl. This jewelry stuff is already tiring as it is. If I include clothing and all, I might go crazy. Maybe end up in a psychiatric hospital like Fiona.”

Athena paused and stared at her friend meaningfully, and then both dissolved into fits of laughter.

“Fiona in a psychiatric ward? I would pay a million dollars to see that, to witness her humiliation and downfall. And Mr. Thorne seems to think that the psychiatric ward is a special one, like a torture chamber.”

Athena pressed her lips together and nodded comically, checking herself out in the mirror again. She hoped that whatever hospital Fiona was in would be as torment-filled as the black cells, the darkest ones where Alfonso had been kept.

She smiled, patting her hair gently. Two out of the game. It remained Morgan, his gang, and whomever was behind the Grey disease.

“You look great, Athena. Stop checking yourself out. Next, you’ll be finding faults…” Gianna said after a few beats, standing next to Athena.

As if on cue, Athena frowned a little. “Don’t you think this getup is too much to see the president? This suit is very expensive, one of Areso’s best.”

Gianna looked at her like she had grown five heads. “Too much? Girl, do you know who the president of the country is? That’s like the highest official in the country. There’s no such thing as too much! You are perfect!”

“But…” Athena tried to make another argument, but Gianna wasn’t having it.

“One more word, and I won’t do your makeup again.”

Athena clamped her mouth shut.

Gianna chuckled and shook her head. “Good. The president is hot, you know. The youngest president we’ve ever had as a country. You can’t show up before him looking like an outdated, fashionless doctor.”

Athena kept her eyebrows raised and nodded slowly, making Gianna laugh.

“Stop doing that. You don’t know how many women want to be in your shoes.”

“He is married, Gianna.”

“That doesn’t lessen the hotness.”

Athena shook her head; this was a lost cause. “Do you want to follow me then? Have a fill of his hotness?”

Gianna’s eyes sparkled with joy and excitement. “You mean it?”

Athena nodded, thoroughly amused. She cocked her head to the side, however, when Gianna suddenly piped down, most likely remembering something. “What’s the matter?”

“I have a pitch to make today. I can’t make it…”

Athena chuckled, seeing Gianna sulk. “Don’t worry, I will ask him for a picture. You can gaze to your heart’s content.”

Gianna brightened up again and threw her arms over Athena’s shoulders. “Really? That’s why you are my best friend. Now, let’s go; breakfast has been ready for a while.”

“I don’t think I’ll be having breakfast, Gianna. I’ve run out of time.”

In the sitting room, Old Mr. Thorne was relaxing on the long sofa with a newspaper. Aiden was seated opposite him, watching TV with Nathaniel. It was the weekend afterall.

“Where is your sister, Nate?” Athena asked as she stepped into the room with Gianna.

The three males looked up, slightly mesmerized by Athena’s striking beauty. So enamored were they that they didn’t take note of her question at first.

Gianna jabbed Athena with her arm. Told you so, her eyes seemed to say.

“I don’t want to be a source of distraction to the president or his subjects,” Athena muttered, looking at herself for the umpteenth time and sighing. She wished she could return and change to a simper two-piece, but Gianna would rather that hell froze over.

“She went out with Mrs. Thorne. Women’s hair day, they called it…” Aiden spoke, breaking the silence. “You look good, Athena.”

“Thanks, Aiden,” Athena said, wishing she could join the women’s hair day too. God knows she needed rest.

Old Mr. Thorne gave her a thumbs up, his smile radiating even from his eyes. Nathaniel, however, hurried up to her.

“Mom! You look fantastic!”

Athena smiled widely, ruffling her son’s hair. “Thanks, Nate. I’ll see you in the evening, okay?”

“Yes, Mom. I love you…”

Aiden stood up and accompanied her out of the house.

“Have you told the kids that Ewan will be coming to see them today?”

Athena nodded. “First thing I did when I woke up. It almost slipped my mind, you know.” She exhaled softly. “What do you think will happen?”

“I don’t know. I think that will sort itself out. You just focus on seeing the president. I will keep watch here,” He said, darting a sharp gaze at the gate when he heard the toot of a car horn.

“Well, it seems your ride is here. Good luck.”

Athena smiled thinly. “Thanks, Aiden. See you later.”