“All I’m saying is that you two look good as a couple. Not to mention you match the description he gave me almost exactly,” Lily said as she followed me around the bakery’s kitchen.
It’s been a week since Ismael gave my dark elf ex a piece of his mind and Lily hasn’t stopped talking about how Ismael and I should be a couple.
Speaking of Ismael, he now has another job as a blacksmith, which is just down the street from the bakery, great. He comes to the bakery during his lunch break to get desert. Ara usually takes his order, which I thank her for but I’ve memorized it just in case I would have to take his order.
Unfortunately, today is the day where I’d have to take his order because Ara and Arun took the day off to celebrate their anniversary.
“Can you please take his order today?” I beg Lily, attempting to get her mind off the whole “you two should be a couple thing”.
“See, I would except I have to bake,” she says, giving me a goofy smile. The front door opened and she shoved me to the front of the bakery.
I glared at her before turning around and seeing Ismael standing on the other side of the counter. He gave me a warm smile and chuckled when he saw the look I gave Lily.
“Rough morning?” He asked.
“You have no idea,” I said, “The usual?”
“Yes, and could you add a loaf of bread as well? I get a little hungry around 5 and usually need a snack,” he said, giving me a charming smile.
“Uh, sure.” I prepared his order, placing a couple of his favorite pastries into a small to-go bag with half of a loaf of bread instead of a whole one as he requested.
When I handed him his order, he gave me a confused expression. “Sorry, I can only give you half a loaf because a certain someone is taking forever to bake the bread,” I explain, giving him a sweet smile.
“Oh, okay,” he said. He leaned to the side to get a better look at the kitchen and smirked. “Lily, pick up the pace!” He ordered making the two of us laugh as Lily huffed.
“How’s work?” I asked him.
“It’s good, it involves sweating a lot though,” he replied.
“I bet.” I giggled a little bit but was interrupted by a frustrated Lily.
“Just ask her out or something because I can practically feel the tension between you two,” she commented.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I denied, but my blushing cheeks betrayed me. Ismael chuckled and said goodbye to the two of us. He informed us that he would be home around six which was perfect because the bakery closes at five o’clock today.
The day continued at a slow pace, but eventually, it was five o’clock. I closed the bakery and made my way home where Lily was getting dinner ready. I had brought a few of our leftover pastries home, so I placed them on the counter after entering the house. I raced upstairs and got a warm bath to help me relax after my long day at work.
When I was done, I dried myself off and got dressed. When I was done, I marched downstairs and to my surprise, I only see Ismael in the kitchen. As I got closer, I scrunch my nose at the stench of sweat coming from him. He looks up at me and smiles.
“Go get a bath, Ismael, you smell awful,” I ordered him.
“But, I’m hungry,” he pouted. I pointed to the stairs and he did as he was told.
About halfway up the stairs, he turns around. “Oh, Lily is out with Luvon. She said dinner is in the fridge, but I have other plans for dinner,” he informed me, “Go put something nice on.”
I rose an eyebrow but did as I was told. I walked back up to my room and got dressed in the same emerald dress that I wore when I was Ismael’s fake date. I decide to leave my hair down and slip on a pair of silver heels that Lily is letting me borrow apparently. When I’m back downstairs, I meet Ismael at the door. From there, he escorts me outside and the two of us walk to a nice restaurant that’s down the street.
As we enter the restaurant, I see my ex talking to a couple of Faen girls and I forget how to breathe, and it’s not in a good way. Ismael takes notice and leans down by my ear. “Tonight, you are going to prove to him that he has no control over you,” he whispers.
“How?” I ask.
“You’ll figure it out as the night goes on,” he replied with a wink. What’s that supposed to mean? Once we’re seated at our table, I take out a menu and begin to look for something that looks appetizing. After telling the waiter our orders, Ismael and I have small talk for a while as I glanced over at Vulmar every once in a while. I was lost in a sea of bliss when I spoke to Ismael, His amber eyes always amazed me, and his hair was always styled perfectly.
“Oh, that reminds me,” Ismael said reaching into his pocket.
“Ismael, you haven’t even properly asked me out and I honestly don’t know what we are, so I don’t think it would be a good idea to propose to me,” I told him.
He let out a chuckle before pulling out a small rectangular box and placing it in front of me. “Relax, I’m not proposing, not yet anyway,” he reassured me.
I rose an eyebrow and opened the box. My eyes began to water when I saw what was inside. It was an exact replica of the charm bracelet that my parents had given me when I was a child.
“How did you-?”
“I’m working for a blacksmith now,” he said winking at me.
My cheeks became a crimson red as I gave him a wide grin. “Thank you so much,” I said, getting up and giving him a hug.
Unfortunately, my happiness disappeared when I saw Vulmar approaching us. He looked down at my wrist and frowned.
“If I’m not mistaken, I broke that last week,” he said, completely confused as to how I’m still wearing it.
“Well, thankfully I have an excellent photographic memory,” Ismael commented, receiving a glare from Vulmar.
“And that’s the only thing you’re good at because clearly, you didn’t make that bracelet,” Vulmar replied, angrily. “I’m surprised that a blacksmith would even take such an order from a commoner like you, Elianna.”
My blood was boiling at this point. First, he insults my most prized possession, then he insults Ismael, who has surprisingly been calm this entire time, and finally, he insulted me for the second time in a week. How pathetic.
I’m not sure where this courage is coming from, but I’m done being pushed around by my ex. As he continues to insult Ismael, I decide that enough is enough.
“You must be miserable,” I commented, grabbing both Ismael and Vulmar’s attention.
“Excuse me?” The shock is obvious in his eyes as he stares at me with a straight face.
“I said, ’You must be miserable,’” I repeated, smirking, “It’s the only explanation I can come up with besides the stereotypes of dark elves. You can’t stand seeing me happy without you, so you do everything in your power to make me miserable. Well news flash, Vulmar. I’m not yours anymore, nor will I ever be again. So, leave my friends and me alone.”
I was fuming. How dare he continue to ruin my life because his is terrible. It’s not my fault that he’s so unhappy because he shouldn’t have treated me the way he did.
“He won’t make you happy, Elianna,” my ex warned me before walking back to his table. I sat across from Ismael who was smiling as pride filled his amber eyes.
“I told you you’d figure it out,” he said as our food arrived.