My Kind of Perfect by Freesia Lockheart Page B

John led his grandma to the
passenger’s seat up front and I slipped to the back.
    We drove to a very unfamiliar street which led to an open
field. Soon after a two-storey house came in sight. The house itself was just
right, not that big but not that small either. It was average looking except
for the part that it was lost in the middle of nowhere. I guessed that this was
where Dorothy lived. It had nature surrounding it. Was she fed up with the
hotel and wanted a serene life like this?
    When the car stopped, they both got out of the car and I did
the same. I was merely following with their leads because I had no clue where
we actually were. I saw John opened the front door and they both entered in
while talking about something I hadn’t got the chance to hear. I was
preoccupied with the place. I mean, it was the only house across a green field.
The next house was located far across to the other side, like you could barely
see it from where I was standing.
    Somehow, I felt bad about all this. I browsed my phone and
looked at another horoscope for the day. It was like something was telling me
that there would be an unusual turn out of events today.
    Your kind heart may lead you to places you haven’t seen
before. But just sit back and enjoy the ride. You’ll never know, maybe
something good might actually happen.
    “Kayla, get in here,” called John from inside.
    I put back my phone inside my gown and hurried to the house.
Good thing that the weather was fair enough to let me travel all over the
places in this gown. I noticed a rip or two but everything was still intact.
    But with the rip, I couldn’t sell this anymore.
    They left the front door open for me so I just welcomed
myself in. The moment I stepped inside the house proper, my eyes widened with
what I saw. I took back the thought that this house was just average looking.
The furnishings inside emphasized every single letter of the words luxurious
living. Even the floor mat looked expensive so I avoided it, not wanting to make
it dirty or anything.
    “In here,” said John again and I followed his voice.
    I saw the two of them sitting on the white sofa while
discussing something. Dorothy was still holding our marriage license in her
hands. The wicked thing must not be kept intact. It should be torn apart any
moment soon or else I would not just be a bride of John Brooks in papers and
magazines but in the courts as well.
    Why didn’t I think of tearing it up sooner?
    If Dorothy did not intervene in our perfect plan, everything
would have gone well. I came to fully believe that she was born to annoy me. I
mean she clearly did her utmost best to make my life even more miserable. Not
to mention that she was so good at it.
    I took a seat on the other side, across John and Dorothy. In
another beat, Dorothy looked at me carefully. Then she asked, “So you just
faked the wedding?”
    I was taken back at her sudden inquiry. Then I realized that
she already knew. I guessed there was no helping it after all. And so I just
silently nodded, admitting the plot that Johnny and I had devised.
    She took off her eyes from me and turned to Johnny and said,
“How could you do this to me? You already knew how much I wanted to witness
your real wedding before I’d depart from this world.”
    Johnny looked troubled at her grandmother’s notion. That
must be the reason why he wanted to forge a wedding—to let his grandma witness
it with her own eyes. I wondered if what he said the day before was true. Was
this old lady really sick? I was not fully convinced. But just for the sake of
it all, I considered the possibility that she was.
    “I’m sorry, Grandma. I just wanted you to see it. Sorry for
taking it this far,” replied John, sounding deeply contrite.
    “Well, that’s why I told you for so many years to find a
girl and move on from that lass who dumped you a long time ago,” she continued,
imposing every word especially the ‘dumped’ part.
    I saw the surprise look on