Free Savior In The Dark by Ana Torres Page A

at him with warmth and love and told him, “Yes, I will Victor, I will.”
              “Well in that case,” he said, “in my other hand you will love better.” Confused for a moment, I then realized it was a wedding ring. I cried and laughed. “I was scared you were going to say no. Accepting the key to my heart is everything to me, my heart, my soul and my love. Will you marry me?” And this time, I hugged and kissed him passionately. He broke the kiss as he looked at me said, “I’m going to guess that is a YES?”
           “YES! YES! YES!” I cried. We just held each other for it seemed like hours, but it was just minutes.
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 9     A New Beginnin g                            
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            I was floating on a cloud all day. I was deeply in love with the man of my dreams. He also loved me back. Victor looked over at me and saw that I was awake. He told me, giggling, “You just thought it was the key, huh?” I looked the other way from him.
           “No, I wasn’t. I thought it was sweet that you would give me the key to your heart.” 
            He laughed, “Sophia, you can’t lie to me.” He asked me to look at him. I couldn’t. Then he was fully awake and came behind me and pinned me down to the bed, forcing me to look at him. I couldn’t take it any longer. He got me. I was laughing.
            I was giggling and laughed, “Okay I give, okay I did lie. Happy now?” He kissed me and told me to get dressed, as we had to be somewhere in an hour. He had me. I just couldn’t stand to be tickled and stared at like he was right.
           “Come on, we have an appointment,” he said. “I was wondering where we were off to. Victor had been somewhat secretive with me lately. We both left, and Victor was driving and pulled up to a nice building downtown. It had underground parking and a valet person came and got his keys and gave him a tag. I was very curious about what we were doing here. So we headed towards the elevators and he punched in the twelfth floor. I asked him what was going on. All he said was I would see.
                 We finally reached the twelfth floor and it was a lawyer’s office. Then it hit me. He had to get a lawyer for the draft checks. I wondered if he had made a deal. He calmly went to the reception area and said, “I have an appointment with Mr. Jackson.” She looked at her log sheet and told Victor to have a seat, while she notified Mr. Jackson that he was here waiting. So we went to sit down. I looked around and saw that everything was so fancy. I felt so out of place. Within ten minutes of waiting, we were called in to Mr. Jackson’s office.
            The lawyer, Mr. Jackson, greeted us and led us to a conference room, where other people were waiting. I was wondering why we’re we in the wrong room. We were ordered to take our seats, and Victor held the chair for me and I sat down. Wondering why were there with these people, I soon found out. Mr. Jackson started talking, saying, “Welcome friends. I gathered you all here today because of news that affects everyone here, mostly Sophia St. John and everyone here who are part owners in stock of the company. I am going to read from a will. From the late, Samuel St. John. “Ms. Sophia St. John, are you confused?  Didn’t Victor fill you in?”
            “No, what is going on? I’m confused.”
            “Well, Ms. St. John…”
            “No call me Sophia.”
        “Okay Sophia, I gather you didn’t know your father well after your mother died? Am I correct?
               “Yes, he left me with my Aunt to raise me.”
                “Mr. Jackson,” I said boldly, “please just tell me what is going on.”
               “Okay Sophia, well,