Part 3
I awoke to my alarm clock going off. I sat up, confused. I don't remember setting it. I looked over, and hit the snooze button. It was 7:30. I shook my head, and got out of bed. I walked over to the love seat, and noticed my notebook was open. I picked it up, and flipped through it. Nothing was different. The pen was were I left it. Maybe Chandini or Darresh came in and saw it. I shook my head, and put the notebook back on the couch.
I picked up the guitar and walked out onto the balcony. I started strumming, and sung 'I Miss You' softly to myself. I set the guitar down, and looked out at the swimming pool in their back yard. I sighed, and stood up. I walked into the room, and over to the door when someone knocked on it. Chandini smiled, and I noticed there was a blonde behind her. I let them in, confused. Chandini placed some clothes on the bed, and turned to me. She seemed to be studying me. "Carmen, could you go to the kitchen and ask Tomas to make Riddzy a healthy breakfast?" Chandini asked, looking at the blonde. She nodded, and curtsied. She left the room, and Chandini looked at me, smiling big. "Okay. Through that door," She pointed to a door I've never seen before. "is your bathroom. Got freshen up, and I'll pick out something for you to wear." I nodded, and walked into the bathroom. It was amazing.
There was a Jacuzzi bath, a stand up shower, a porcelain toilet, and matching sink. There was a closet for the towels and everything. The bathroom matched the room. I striped out of the pajamas and put them in the hamper. I hopped in the shower, and quickly showered, and hopped out, wrapping a towel around my body. I walked out of the bathroom, and Chandini smiled at me, handing me some clothes. I walked back into the bathroom, and quickly changed into the tight short shorts she put me in, and the strapless shirt. Wow. She let's her daughter dress better than most mothers would.
I walked back out, drying my hair with a towel. She smiled, and handed me a brush. I brushed my hair quickly, and took the ponytail holder from her, and quickly tied my hair back. She handed me a plate full of pancakes and fruit. My eyes widened, and I dug in. It's the best meal I've had in so long. And yesterday, I didn't eat. Chandini looked at me, shocked. "Were you not fed or something?" She asked. I shrugged, and chugged the glass of orange juice. Carmen came over, and took the plate, leaving the room.
"Okay, let's go downstairs and say goodbye to Armaan and Darresh. We'll be gone a while." I nodded, and followed her down the long hallway, and the beautiful stair case. We walked into the kitchen, and Chandini walked over to Darresh, kissing his cheek. They were a cute couple. So in love.
"So, Riddzy, you have a great voice." Darresh commented. My eyes widened.
"H-how do you know?"
"We heard you singing last night." I gasped. I kept them up?!
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know I was singing so loud. I didn't keep you up, did I?" I asked, concerned. What kind of 'daughter' would I be if I kept them up at night because I was depressed and missed my mother? Darresh smiled reassuringly, and shook his head. I sighed in relief. "That's good. I thought I kept you from sleep." I sat down at the island, next to Armaan, who looked half asleep.
"No, dear, you didn't keep us up." Darresh reassured. "But Armaan stayed up listening to you last night thought. That's why he looks like the living dead." I bit my lip, supressing a giggle. Armaan Viren Malik staying up outside his 'sisters' bedroom, listening to her sing. There's a story.
"Aw. Armaan Viren Malik has a sweet side."
Armaan's head snapped up, and he looked around alarmed. "Armaan Viren Malik doesn't care." He told me, putting his head back down. I looked at Chandini and Darresh who just rolled their eyes. "And I'm tired. Leave me alo--" He stopped mid sentence and started snoring. I blinked once, and laughed. Armaan Viren Malik fell asleep at the breakfast table. I shook my head, and looked at the clock.
"Ready to go, sweetie?" Chandini asked. I nodded, hoping off the stool, pushing it in. I ruffled Armaan's hair, to which he sat straight up, and followed Chandini out of the house. We walked into the garage, and towards her convertible.
"So, what was that you were singing last night? Chandini asked me as we pulled out of the garage. I felt my cheeks heat up.
"Just a song I wrote." I told her shyly. "It's about my mother." I said quietly. Chandini reached over, and squeezed my hand. I smiled up at her. She was the closest thing I'd get to my mother. That, I knew for a fact.
"Well the song was lovely. You should record a demo." She told me. My eyes widened, and I looked at her like she was crazy. Little Riddzy Gupta, beaten as a child, a songwriter? I smiled softly at her, but shook my head. "Oh, why not?" She asked, taking a right turn.
"I'm shy about my singing voice."
"You didn't seem so shy last night." She smiled.
"That's because I didn't know you were listening." I reasoned. She nodded, an the rest of the ride was silent. I was afraid I'd said something to offend her. But, the smile on her face told me otherwise. We pulled into a parking lot to the biggest mall I've ever seen. She parked near the entrance, and smiled at me.
"The first thing we're getting you is a cell phone." My eyes widened. A cell phone? What use would I have for that? I know, what, three people with cell phones. I had no use for one. I don't even know how to use one. Chandini took my hand, and pulled me into a showroom. "Pick whatever one you want." I looked around, trying to find the cheapest one, when I came across a red and pink polka dotted iPhone. I gasped, and lifted it off the stand.
"Oh, Riddzy, that's beautiful. How come I didn't see it?" Chandini asked her self rhetorically. I smiled, and looked it over. It was so me. "Do you like this one?" She asked. I nodded, and she smiled, taking a box from under the counter. She brought it over to the cash, and smiled at the cashier. She paid, and got me a number.
"Okay, here are the important numbers you need, including Darresh's, Mine and Armaan's." She told me. I nodded, and added the numbers into my new phone. I smiled, and hugged Chandini.
"Thank you. So much." She smiled, and pulled back.
"You're my daughter now. I need to spoil you." I smiled, and slid the phone into my pocket. "Now, we're going to get you a Mac Book. Then, we'll start the clothes shopping. You have a huge walk in closet, and three wardrobes to fill out." I looked at her, shocked.
"I'm going to need a lot of clothes." She smiled.
"And it's going to be all designer." I blinked once, and let out a low whistle. She took my hand, pulling me towards an electronic store. We walked in, and she brought me to a corner. "Pick any one you want." I looked through them. They were mostly dell computers. There were green ones, yellow ones, red ones, blue ones, pink ones. I looked at the end, and seen a gold one. I gasped, and walked over to it.
"Can I have this one?" I asked. Chandini looked over, and smiled brightly, and then gave me a look.
"Of course! You do not ask me for stuff." I blushed, and we went on with out shopping trip.
After about 4 and a half hours, we walked back to her car. "Chandini, how are we going to fit these bags in your car?" I asked, motioning to 30-some-odd bags in my hands and the 40 in hers. She only smiled, and looked behind me. Darresh and Armaan pulled up in a Hummer, smiling at us. I raised my eyebrows. "Wow."
"Thanks sweetie." She said to Darresh, as she put the bags in the back seat. I followed after her. She smiled to her boys, and hopped in her car. I sat in the front seat, and buckled my seat belt. She pulled out, and followed the Hummer, a smile on her lips. I eyed her suspiciously, and followed her gaze. I gaped.
"A Car?!" I shrieked. "A car? Why would I need one?" I asked. Chandini only smiled. We got out of the car, and I followed Chandini over to Darresh, my arms folded over my chest. A car?! She's going to get me a car! Darresh noticed my pout, and laughed.
"Dear, don't worry about money. Just pick what you want." I gaped at him, then sighed, looking around. They were all Carrera GT's! I blew out a breath, and looked around. I came across a Carbon Fiber Carrera GT. It was beautiful.
"You like cars?" I turned, and Armaan was standing behind me. I smiled, and shrugged. "This is a nice one. You should get it." I looked at him confused.
"What happened to the stuck up heart breaker? Your Hollywood's bad boy and here you are, being nice to your adoptive sister." I muttered, turning back to the car. Armaan chuckled.
"I'm not a jerk. I just act like it."
"Could've fooled me." Armaan scoffed. I turned to him, eyebrow raised. He glared at me, and walked away, grumbling about girls. I rolled my eyes, and turned back to the car. It was nice. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and Turned. Chandini stood there, keys in her hand. She did not!
"You bought me the car!?" I exclaimed. She smiled, and nodded, placing the keys in my hand. I sighed.
Will she ever stop spending money on me?
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