Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 436

Chapter 436: Making a debut.
Phoebe had no idea how ridiculous she looked. She was like a kid being dragged out of an ice cream shop. David who was watching only smiled helplessly as his girlfriend’s eyes appealed for help.

As much as he wanted to rescue her, he could not fight with her grandmother. Anyway, he would see her soon enough.

“Are you excited?” Arrow bumped David on the shoulder with his fist. “Your girlfriend is making her debut in society today.” He slowly nursed his drink and gave David a look of mischief. “I really wouldn’t want to be in your shoes tonight.”

David raised his eyebrows, so Arrow clarified what he meant. “The Mayfair heiress is making her debut; you are going to have to guard her tightly to keep the wolves at bay.”

“As if any of them can compare to me!” David smugly answered.

Arrow shrugged, “It’s not about the money, it’s about charm. If she was not spoken for by you, I would have put my hat in the ring.”

David patted Arrow’s back. “You are too late, just like every other man. Evelyn, her best friend is single, maybe you can put your hat in that ring.”

They laughed; Evelyn was never single for more than a week.

“It will take a man plucking a star from the sky to impress that woman or make her heart crack.” Arrow joked.

They were joined by two of David’s cousins and one of Arrow’s sisters, so the topic was changed.

At around that time, grandma Mayfair had just finished delivering Phoebe to the debutante hall and she left her there to return to the Victory Hall. She wanted to record Phoebe making her debut. In a way it could be equal to her taking her first footsteps as a baby.

One by one the forty-three young women and women who were paraded on the grand staircase which led to the ball room were called. The individual that was called walked down a few stairs and then curtsied.

Their respective dates came to pick them up, offered them a sunflower and headed to the dance floor for the first dance.

In Phoebe’s case, David was naturally her chosen date. He was all smiles as they joined other couples that waltzed across the ballroom floor gracefully under the watchful eyes of other guests. Their families had to be on the front line, a silent gesture which was agreed upon many years ago when cameras were invented.

While most families gave silent acknowledgement, the Mayfair’s chose to be loud. Miranda was the first to speak up, surprisingly.

“Great job honey, you are killing it.”

Phoebe stepped on David’s foot immediately after that. For some reason, she felt a little embarrassed, like a high school girl whose cheer leading talent was mediocre but had the loudest mother in the crowd.

In a way, this too was a rite of passage for her, and when the embarrassment died down, she found herself liking it.

“That’s my sister, go Pheebs.” Andre bellowed through his hands that he was using as a speaker.

Grandma Mayfair was a little more encouraging in a different way.

“Hold her waist a little tighter David, did you forget to eat today?” Her loud shout elicited laughs from those that heard her words.

Phoebe blushed, “Oh my God! Someone needs to make then stop.”

The night was a beautiful for all the debutantes except for one who was put to shame when the registered date she had put down refused to offer her a dance. This unlucky debutante was none other than Moria Mortimer.

She was now sitting uncomfortably with her family at table, and they dared not to move. She and her relative’s faces were painted with shame from how David Saxon had chosen to embarrass them by leaving Moria standing on the staircase like a fool. Some like her grandfather had chosen to leave the event early.

“See how you have embarrassed your grandfather! Is this the plan you said that you had to get the Saxon boy to marry Moria?” Ocean Mortimer asked his wife.

He was among the people that wanted David and Moria to reunite but he did not just have his focus on David alone, after all, the Saxon clan had other available men. He preferred that their daughter just marry any Saxon, whether it was a twenty-year-old young man or an eighty-year-old od one. As long as the surname was Saxon! The dowry they gave in terms of cash would be enough to resuscitate their struggling company.

Celine huffed. “This was just part of it, how was I supposed to know that David would leave her standing up there at her very first debut.”

Moria had been out of the country when she turned eighteen, so she missed the right age to debut.

“He is heartless my God! We are going to be the topic of gossip for yet another week.” Celine pressed her lips tightly together. “None of this is going to work so convince your father to play our ace card unless you want to be eating scraps on the streets in a few months.”

Her tone was low but assertive and threatening. “Where the hell did Moria go?” Her eyes darted around the hall. Her daughter had been sitting next to her and now she had vanished.

A scoff came from Ocean. “Did you seriously expect her to stay here with everyone laughing and gossiping about her?” He signaled at the server to fill his glass to the bream. “This was a stupid plan.”

“And what was your plan genius?” Celine sneered. “Oh, that’s right, nothing!” She hissed.

Meanwhile as David and Phoebe danced like they had practiced; they discussed Phoebe’s plans on how to dispose of Dickson’s body.

“A plane crash in the storm, his body will never be found, not in full pieces anywhere.” Phoebe suggested, there idea had come from the spirit.

David looked into her eyes, it was a genius plan after all, nobody would investigate an act of nature. The question now was how to create a storm.

“Can you conjure a storm?” He quizzed.

“Of course I can, let us do it tonight. That is if your grandfather buys the idea. If tonight is not convenient then tomorrow morning.” She proposed, and he nodded.

With the way they were whispering, it was easy to think that they were just a normal couple whispering words of love to each other. That is what those that were watching in admiration or envy assumed.

Phoebe caught sight of Margaret as David twirled her around once. “How did you get his mother to come here? Is she sane? Look at her smiling like her son’s body is not lying cold somewhere. It is actually very disturbing, was she forced by your grandfather to make an appearance?” Curiosity tinged her voice.

Shaking his head, David let out a tiny cackle. “She personally proposed this and said that there would be questions if both she and Dickson were a no show. The thing about aunt Maggie is that she is one to always look out for herself. She is afraid that grandpa will make good on his threats, and she wants to keep her virtuous son’s image.” David explained.

The music came to a stop, and he stopped talking. They made their way from the dance floor to rejoin their respective families.

David took the opportunity to explain to his grandfather about what he and Phoebe had discussed; after getting the green light, he went out in search for Phoebe.

“She went to the outside gardens to take a call.” Maureen told him.