Puffing her cheeks, she let her eyes roam around as she got back to her initial task, to look for the girl. She narrowed her eyes when she saw her still talking to the same customer. She just needed her help for a little while, but this man was taking so long to get done with his business. Her already messed up mood turned much worse and she began to walk in their direction, stomping her feet on the ground.
"Excuse me." She spoke up in a not so polite manner once she was close to them. Her voice made them shift their attention to her, instead of the suits which Lizzy was holding in her hands.
"I am sorry if I am troubling you, but I need her help with something." She spoke up, directly looking into the man's eyes. In her riled up state, she didn't pay much attention to the elderly man who was staring at her in his shock. "I won't take much longer, so you can have her back after I am done." She continued as she crossed her arms over her chest, her right foot tapping on the floor which showed her impatience.
Composing himself the elderly man fixed the lapels of his coat and smiled at her. "Why should I let you have things your way? I clearly came earlier than you and I found her standing around the corner all free."
"But you are taking too long to get done with your shopping. I only need her for like five minutes barely. Can't you wait?" Stella frowned and pursed her lips together, making the man chuckle.
"Can't you wait?" He replied back to her with an amused expression. He was for sure enjoying their little banter. It was way too obvious for anyone not to notice it, including her.
"You shouldn't be joking around with a lady half your age like this. Do you even know who I am?" She raised her chin slightly up in the air and narrowed her eyes at him.
"I would never look at you in a wrong way." He frowned and turned his head towards Lizzy who was standing quietly by their side with her head bowed down. "You can go for now. Let me know if you need any help. Just leave a text for my P.A, he will take care of it." He spoke to her politely, asking her to leave them alone.
"You have already helped me enough, thank you so much for your help so far." She nodded her head and gave him a bright smile. "By the way, I would go for the navy blue one." She added before walking away, leaving them alone just like he requested.
"Do you think navy blue would look good on me?" He asked, shifting his attention back to her. He chuckled lightly once more when saw her confused expression. "Navy blue or black." He pointed towards the two formal suits which were hanging next to her.
"Oh!" Stella pursed her lips as the realization sink in. He was referring to the suits. She shifted her attention from the two suits back to the man. After eyeing him for a few seconds, she nodded her head. "She's right, navy blue." Stella answered him and was about to leave the man on his own but his next words stopped her in her tracks.
"Of course I know you who are, Ms. Martin." He spoke up. "Or may I say, Mrs. Levinson." He gave her a smile.
"You do realize how creepy it makes you look like. There aren't many people who knows the surname I used to have before." She raised an eyebrow at him. She could tell that he did that deliberately to get her attention.
"Now that I have your attention, why don't we talk about something more important." He smiled at her. "May I ask why don't you visit your parents' graves?"
"H-how?" That was the only world she could manage to say when he saw her looking intently at her.
"I know a lot of things. But let me tell you one thing. I would harm you. I just can't bring myself to do it. The resemblance between you two is uncanny." He gave her a sad smile before continuing. "I did something back then. Something I won't say I am proud about. I lost the person who was most precious to me just because of my obsession. I could have loved her from afar, but I wanted to be by her side. And the mere thought of seeing her in another man's arm, made me crazy."
He raised a hand and patted the top of her head lovingly, as if he was doing it to a child of his own, while Stella continued to stay rooted to the spot in her shocked state, trying her best to make sense of his words.
"I know you can never forgive me for that, no matter how many times I apologise. And I don't want you to forgive me either when I haven't forgiven myself in the first place. But I want to say this to you in person, at least for once in my life. I am sorry for what I did back then, little one." His eyes teared up as he apologized to her and rubbed the back of her head once again before retracting his hand.
"You." Stella failed to give him a reply. She wanted to yell at him. She wanted to yell at him and ask him why he did what he did. From all of the nonsense he had just spouted, she could clearly make out one thing, he was the one behind her parents' death.
"Why?" She questioned him as her eyes began to tear up.
"I will answer every single one of your questions, but we don't have much time before your boyfriend, I mean husband returns." He added as he began to fish something out of his coat's pocket.
"I don't know what you are talking about?" She spoke up as she tried to avoid his gaze.
"Haven't he told you that you are a terrible liar? Just like your mother." She heard him say as a white handkerchief popped up before her eyes.
"Just visit your parents' graves this Sunday, but make sure you are alone. You could bring him with yourself, just ask him to leave you alone for some time. That man would kill me if I even try talking to you." He chuckled lightly as he shook the handkerchief before her eyes, silently asking her to take it.
"You are an evil person." She took the white piece of cloth from his hand and muttered under her breath softly, but her voice was loud enough for him to hear.
He broke into a small fit of laughter after hearing her response. "Just like your Mom uses to say." He took a glance towards his wrist watch and continued.
"Look Stella, I just want to live the rest of the days I am left with in peace. I am not trying to redeem myself here, but I will protect whatever Rosaline left behind in this world. And that is you, so take it from the person who's still in love with your mother. Don't trust anyone around you, except for him. And stay away from Taylor Williamson as far as you can. He wants to repeat the history, walk down the same path of destruction as I did. I know it's useless to stop him as he won't listen to me."
Stella interrupted him. "Who are you?"
"I apologise for not introducing myself earlier. The name's Carston, Carston Williamson. And yes, Taylor is my child." He nodded his head in a yes when he saw her shocked expressions.
"And if you are looking for some more vibrant suits for him, you should ask the man at the reception. You have to place an order for it. Your mother used to hate monochromes and grays as well." He added and gave her a smile. "I better hurry out before your man comes back and punch me in the face." He turned around after picking up the navy blue suit from the display and began to walk away.
"Hold on!" She spoke up. "How do I know that I can trust you now? I mean, you sort of.. you know what you did."
"Well, it's really up to you, whether or not to trust me. I just wanted to apologise to you once in person. It is sort of my last wish. I don't have much time left anyways. I just hope you come this Sunday. And it's fine even if you don't." He shrugged his shoulders and continued to walk towards the direction of the cash counter.
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