His Drama Queen novel Chapter 30

I'm not the one who noticed it. Rose did.

"Thank you." I said softly. "You did not have to do this."

"Why not? I cannot let my princess starve."

I smiled at him and grabbed the bowl with food. "It smells delicious."

"Wait until you taste it."

We ate our lunch in silence. Occasionally Rose made a joke or questioned Ethan about his work. Ethan on the other hand seemed a little wary.

He was not very talkative and he avoided eye contact with me. Or maybe I was just imagining that. Before he left, he quickly placed a kiss on my cheek and told me to not take long to dress up for our dinner date--as if--.

The rest of the day went by very smooth. The whole thing about the chat message didn't really bother me anymore.

When I finally came home it was six in the evening. There was no sight of Ethan. I decided to take a long bath to unwind a little. Today had been a hectic day and my muscles were sore. I hope that a warm bath would help me feel a little better.

After what felt like hours I finally decided it was enough. I stepped out of bath and entered the bedroom to find myself something to wear. Ethan was still not home yet. I wondered what took him so long. It was almost eight.

I decided to settle on a black off the shoulder dress. The dress hugged my figure perfectly and the long slit on the side showed off my naturally long tan legs.

I sat in front of my vanity mirror to do my makeup, which this time surprisingly did not take long. Maybe because I was not feeling to do a full face, but rather go for a more natural look tonight. I looked at the time again and frowned, thinking why Ethan was not home yet.

This was the first time in history that I'm actually ready to go on time. And of course, no one is here to witness it.

After waiting for a while, I decided to give him a call. Right before I was about to dial his number, I heard the door downstairs open and closed.

He's home. I smiled, feeling relieved that nothing happened to him.

When he entered the room and saw me sitting in front of my vanity mirror, his eyes widened. "Oh shit."

"Don't tell me you forgot." I groaned out annoyed.

"I'm sorry princess. I was so caught up in something and...well I forgot to call for reservation and---," Ethan tried to explain, but I cut him off.

"Save it. Don't even apologize about it." I was mad. Oh my god, I was furious.

"Are you mad? I'm so sorry, princess."

"I'm not mad." I hissed, trying to contain my anger. "Just don't talk."

"You're angry." Ethan remarked quietly. "Princess It was not my intention to not take you out. It just slipped my mind."

"Yeah, I believe you."

"You do?"

And then the wary look he had when he visited me for lunch. It was all inside me. The anger, the frustration.

And it all came out when he cancelled the dinner date. Yes, I was hungry and I had a reason to be mad. But all the anger and frustration I carried with me all day, it all came out too. I know that he was keeping something from me. I just want to hear it coming out of his own goddamn mouth. I don't want to investigate like some teenager, we are adults for god sake.

I placed the leftovers in the microwave to warm up. That's when I heard music fill the room. It was the sound of the piano. Before the microwave made the annoying beeping sound I took the leftovers out and walked to the living room.

Ethan was sitting behind the piano. His eyes closed, his fingers moved with grace, playing the piano like the pro he is. A beautiful sound, one I have never heard him play before, flooded the room. I felt the sadness and pain of the music seep into my body slowly and spread throughout my veins.

He was pouring his soul into the song.

He looked up at me as he kept playing. His eyes begging me to come closer. I slowly walked over towards him. He scooted over so I could sit down next to him.

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Keep playing." I mumbled as I placed my head on his shoulders and closed my eyes.

The piano makes everything feels alright. Even though we both know it isn't.

Nicole Vargas

I sighed as I read the letter that was on the nightstand along with a tray of breakfast. Ethan had to go out early again today. We didn't even got a chance to talk. Last night after the piano he carried me upstairs and we went straight to bed.