My Kind of Perfect by Freesia Lockheart Read Free Book Online

already prepared an answer for
that. I managed to devise something while I got the table ready a while ago. I
gulped some water and cleared my throat before I answered, “Actually Dad, I
broke up with him a year ago.”
    My Dad choked on his food.
    “But I got engaged to some good guy out there. We’re
planning to get married this year if everything goes well,” I hurriedly told
him the rest of my story as my mom patted him on the back.
    He choked again on his food.
    Was my story that bad?
    “Aren’t you happy for me and...” I needed back-up.
    Names, Kayla. Think.
    “His name is John and he’s a...” I paused. Seriously? Did I
have to run out of stories now? I never thought my dad would actually find my
story so untruthful and surprising. But gladly, after minutes of fiddling with
my fingers, a thought came into mind. “He’s a hotelier. Yes, and he’s single,
of course. Why will I marry a married man, right? And then... he’ll be...
married... yes, married to me this year.”
    I had no clue where that hotelier came from. But it sounded
nice so I might as well use that. Actually, I had this fancy thought of
marrying a rich man who owned a hotel. And then I’d be walking down the halls
of that prestigious hotel in my heels and ordering people around since I’d
technically be the wife of Mr. Hotelier or something. If not, then I guessed
I’d be into marrying the next president. Wait, then he would be kind of old. Or
maybe a future president who had a telecommunication company as of the moment?
    Or just Aaron. I mean he had a nice job and I loved him so
much.
    My mom passed a glass of water to Dad. My dad hurriedly
gulped it all. He then cleared his throat and asked bluntly, “Are you making up
a story?”
    Shoot! He saw through it all.
    Okay, so my Dad could easily read me off. That was a given.
There was no point in lying. I grew up to be a daddy’s girl after all. And
thus, after so much effort in putting up a story, I finally admitted, “Uhmm...
yes?”
    “Is everything alright, dear?” asked Mom. “What happened to
Aaron?”
    “We broke up last night,” I said and instantly sunk lower in
my seat. Did we really have to talk about it right now? As far as I knew, I was
still in the process of getting over the guy. And it had only been a day or so.
    Mom hurried to my side and brushed my hair. “Are you okay?”
    Okay, so I hated it when she did that. I always felt like
bawling my eyes out whenever my mom softly caressed my hair to comfort me. But
I disliked crying in front of anyone and detested showing off my weakness.
    Those were unnecessary.
    “Of course, I’m okay. Pfft... I’m fine!” Yeah, it was no big
deal. Aaron and I had only been together for two years. And I was already
twenty-eight. He also cheated on me to top all that. Oh, did I mention that he
was getting married or rather already married by now? Not a big deal indeed. I
would be fine.
    Totally.
    Yeah, that must be so but things would change once I got my
hand on the freak who put this curse on me. I would soon get pass through all
this mess and Aaron would be coming back. I believed that he ran off his
wedding and would soon decide to look for me instead. And then I would get all
my money back. And if everything would go really well, I would find a new job,
too.
    Perfect!
    I convinced myself full well about my fated happy life. But
suddenly, I felt the corner of my eyes moistened as my mom hugged me from
behind.
    Why the hug, Mom?
    And so I had to make an excuse before I’d bawl my eyes out
here. I hurriedly grabbed my phone out of my pocket. The two could think that I
had a telepathic ringing tone that was why they didn’t hear it. Then I started
to fake a conversation, “Hello? Yes, Kayla here. What? You haven’t finished it
yet?”
    Mom pulled back for a moment as I excused myself out of the
table and talked on the phone like I was some angry boss who just found out
that the presentation for tomorrow wasn’t finished yet.