Callea was not used to the hot imprint of the sun on her skin. She was drowning with too much light. She never had so much sunshine for a long time. She was a night owl. And her night body clock was not happy.
They left Nagcarlan riding Deive's car. She had no choice when he brought her to the car to bring her to the mall.
She was used to being cooped up inside Villa Celesta. Even if it's morning, it still looks dark so she could roam around. She just goes out of the mansion when the sun is gloomy or past midnight until dawn.
Callea's eyes were used to darkness and she was definitely not a fan of the hot sun. She pulled down the sleeves of her dress and swept her long hair in front of her face to act as a filter to the light.
"Don't cover your face with your hair!" Deive commanded in a stern voice.
She gave him an arrogant look despite her hair shielding her eyes. "What do you care? I am blinded by the light and it gives me a headache. You said it okay with you to bring me like this. So suck it up."
He opened the dashboard and took the shades inside then shoved it to her lap. "Here. Wear it. That one I polarized so it will filter the light."
"It won't fit my costume."
"Don't worry. It will look good on you. For a ghost cosplayer, you complain too much."
"Of course. I am abducted here. It is not like I agreed to go to this make-over session."
"Every time I look at you, I feel like I am like those guys on horror stories with ghosts riding with them to some destination. I should have forced you to change your clothes," he murmured with the sullen look on his face.
She smirked and looked down at herself. She was wearing a lace dress that reached just below her knees and had bell sleeves. It was fashionable... for a white lady that usually has a plain white cotton dress costume. Meeeeh! She could do better than that. Good thing he didn't force her to change her dress. She loved seeing his discomfort. Imagine what would people say if they see her and how he would react.
"You just forced me to come with you. We are now far from Villa Celesta. You already got where you want me. Isn't that enough?"
He was not happy that he dragged her out of the house against her will and wanted to murder her personality by forcing her to have a make-over. Now, his plans have a boomerang effect and will hit his face big time.
She was happy to look scary and bring fear to people. Callea was entertained when people were scared of her and would run in the opposite direction. Now, Deive wanted her to be pretty to please other people. It was not easy. She was used to being detested by her looks, lurking in the dark so she would be left alone. Why did she need to be beautiful?
She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. She didn't want to waste her time talking to him. She felt that he brushed off her hair away from her face and caressed her cheek. She stopped herself from opening her eyes and looking at his face. Why didn't she feel like he gazed at her with gentleness in his eyes? As if he felt sorry for hurting her or making her mad.
There was nothing gentle about him. He was a cruel tyrant. She thought they were together in the fight. He kept on talking about being partners yet he was the real enemy. Good thing, their marriage would be only temporary. Imagine if she had to spend forever with him. Maybe he would put her in a gilded cage or expect her to act like a dog who would jump through hoops in his command.
She only opened her eyes when she heard the continuous sounds of horns from cars. It was irritating. She sat straight when she saw that they were on their way to South Expressway. "A-Are we going to Manila?" she asked with a taste of cotton in her mouth.
"Nope. We are going to Nuvali in Sta. Rosa. They have a shopping center with lots of designer stores."
"Whatever," she whispered and she could feel the incoming onslaught of headache.
She was his prisoner. It was up to him wherever he wanted to take her. It broke her heart that even the people close to him were on his side. Even his manhating cat.
She brushed her hair in front of her face again. She felt his sharp gaze on her again. Well, it was her trip. Her body, her rules.
She looked outside the car when she noticed eyes on her. There was a group of men who were riding a jeepney who was looking at her with wide eyes with fear, mouth agape, and pointing at her. She slightly brushed her face so they could see her eyes. She smirked then rolled her heavenward as if she was being delirious. The driver's eyes bulged at the sight of her then increased the speed of his jeepney just to get away from her.
"I told you to fix your face," Deive growled when he saw what happened. "Now people are scared of you."
"Not my problem if they are coward much."
She didn't care if people thought he had a thing about dating Sadako or he would go viral if people thought they saw a ghost riding his car in broad daylight. He brought it upon himself.
"You scared them. What if they got into an accident because of you. You are not thinking straight," he blamed her.
"You are the one who is not thinking at all. It was your decision to bring me out on this state. And besides, it is not my problem with how people would react to my looks. The problem with them, they are afraid of the things they don't know. There are humans who are scarier than ghosts. SO before you blame me, remind yourself whose fault it is in the first place."