The Cinderella Arrangement

by Vanessa Waltz

“I can’t take it,” she said, gathering her coat from the stand.

  Tim shook Mr. Metsky’s hand and looked at Will, whose fist held the crumpled tissue. “You rich people think you can get away with anything. You'll burn in hell.”

  The Ramos family swept out of the house, slamming the door in their wake. Mr. Metsky looked at Will’s horrified face and his eyes creased with pity.

  “You have to understand that they’re very furious. We were angry, too for a long time, but we realized that it was destroying us.”

  The tall form of his body blurred as tears blinded me. I reached for Will’s hand and squeezed hard.

  “Julian wouldn’t want us to live the rest of our lives like that. We wanted to see remorse that’s all. You know, Dan never attempted to visit us. Never called to apologize or anything.”

  Tears slid down my face as I looked at him. Never? I couldn’t believe it.

  Will shook his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I don’t talk to him anymore.”

  Mrs. Metsky held her arm around his shoulders and whispered something in his ear, which made him break out into fresh tears. The rest of the visit passed in a whirlwind of tears from everyone, including me, and then they gathered outside to take pictures. I watched them, hoping beyond hope that this would help William heal.

  “How was it?”

  Mr. Pardini’s face was anxious as we reentered the apartment, with the reporter’s promise that the story would be published the next day. I looked at Will as he shrugged and headed straight for his bedroom, ignoring his father’s questions.

  “It went okay. The Ramos family is still furious. They made that clear.”

  He gave a look that was nonplussed. “Of course they’re angry.”

  “He didn’t take it well,” I said in a whisper. “I’ll go talk to him.”

  I headed over to his bedroom and knocked before opening the door. Will sat on his bed, his beautiful blue shirt lying on the floor in a crumpled heap. His eyes flicked toward me, that same deadened look on his face. I could tell that it wasn’t enough.

  Will, when are you going to come back to me?

  I sat next to him. “What are you thinking?”

  He said nothing for several seconds. “I’m still in shock, I think.”

  I grabbed his arm and squeezed it until he looked at me. “They forgave you. Even they pointed out you did nothing wrong!”

  “Not all of them.”

  “The others are just angry because they have no one else to be angry with! Dan is out of the picture.”

  “I know.”

  I stood up from the bed, suddenly tired. Then I walked toward the door.

  “Natalie?” His low voice lifted in surprise.

  “I need to go home.”

  The bed bounced as he stood up. His hand slammed the door shut as I opened it. I was surprised that he followed me. His bare arm blocked my path, followed by the rest of this body as he leaned against the frame. I hated myself for the hope gathering in my chest.

  “No, you will not leave like this.”

  “I’m not upset, I just—I’m tired.”

  “Natalie.”

  I hated the way he said my name. He reached out and took my face in his hands, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs. I should have slapped them away, but I missed him so damn much. My lip trembled.

  “I’ve been a dick to you this past week. I’m really sorry. You’ve done so much for me.”

  His deep voice rolled over me with all the words I wished he said days ago. “You tossed me out of your apartment.” The memory of that horrible moment throbbed in my chest.

  Will looked like he was in pain. “I didn’t mean it. Don’t give up on me, Natalie. Please.”

  I shook my head, unable to prevent Will’s arms from wrapping around me, holding me against his bare chest. My body went rigid, as if I could prevent it from feeling anything good.

  God, I miss him.

  “Thank you for coming with me today. I don’t think I would have been able to do it without you.”

  I wish I were more than that.

  My heart sank as he disengaged his arms from around me. “Yeah,” I said without looking at him. “No problem.”

  Grabbing for the doorknob, I wrenched it open and left before he could say another word.

  12

  I woke up at five and it took hours to peel my body from the bed. One week passed since I visited the families with Will. Over the next few days, articles appeared about the Metsky family forgiving Will, with pictures of them embracing. The storm was dying. Everything was slowly getting back to normal.

  Will called twice, but I let it go to voicemail along with my parents’ attempts to reach me. Every time I thought of them, dread pounded my heart.

  Thanksgiving was this Thursday and Jessica was nowhere to be seen. I was sure she was avoiding me, or maybe she was trying to give me space, but all it did was make me feel abandoned. I completed the mock-up of Will’s website, but I still hadn’t showed him.

  Even my new job couldn’t drag me out of this depression, and the workplace was amazing. At every meeting there were banquets of free food, cocktail parties on Friday starting at three, but every day I passed Will’s empty office and the void in my chest ached. I heard that he would come back next week and felt worried about it.

  In the kitchen, I started a pot of coffee, not caring about the mountain of dishes piled in the sink, or the dirty floors. My stomach rumbled with hunger, but I couldn’t be bothered to fix myself breakfast. All I could do was sit there alone and listen to the clock. Everyone at work had the week off because of the holiday. I couldn’t bear to hear another voicemail of my mother's threatening to invite Ben over if I didn’t bring Will.

  A surge of anger leapt in my chest and I decided that I would send the mock-up of the website to Will. I wouldn’t send a message, just the image. And that would be the last time I did anything for him.

  The doorbell rang, and I walked to the front door, having no clue who it could be. Astonished, I opened it to see Jessica.

  Luke stood beside her, looking unusually radiant. Jessica looked miserable. It was strange to see their conflicting emotions.

  I walked away from the door, leaving it hanging open. Fuck being polite. I returned to my perch on the kitchen table and watched as Luke made a beeline for me.

  “Natalie, we tried calling, but it kept going to voicemail.”

  “I turned off my phone."

  “Well, I wanted to thank you for what you’ve done for me.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Um—what?”

  He bounced on his feet and gave me a playful smile. “Oh, come on! Uncle Dominic gave me all my shares back. He said it was all down to you. I don’t know how you swung it, but I am really grateful.” He stooped down on his knees and grabbed my shoulders to hug me.

  I forgot about the bargain I made with Will’s dad. I stared at Jessica over his shoulder, both of us sharing looks of complete shock.

  “Natalie, what’s happened?”

  Unlike Luke, she knew that something was wrong with me. I could see her looking at the dirty dishes. Luke’s arms were still tight around my back and it reminded me of Will somehow and then I burst into tears, clinging to his shoulders.

  “Natalie—what?”

  Luke cupped my cheek, and I pulled away, sobbing like a baby. “No, don’t!”

  He let me go, and I collapsed into my hands, my neck burning from humiliation.

  “Natalie,” Jessica muttered, approaching me with a wad of paper towels. “Don’t. Let me clear this off the table.”

  “No! Just leave it! Leave it! It’s fine the way it is!”

  Jessica stopped with the balled up towels in her hand, looking frightened. “Okay.”

  “I knew you shouldn’t have left her alone,” Luke said in a sharp voice.

  They argued, but I didn’t listen to it. “Guys, please drop it."

  “Is this about Will?” Jessica asked in a soft voice.

 
; Just the mention of his name made my throat tighten. “He's a jerk."

  Luke stood up with balled fists at his sides. “I’m going to have a word with him!”

  “Please don't. I just want to forget about him.”

  Jessica’s hand soothed my back. “I’m sorry for leaving you here, I didn’t know what to do.”

  His hand tightened over his smartphone. He looked like he was dying to call his cousin. I knew that he would the moment he left my apartment and there was nothing I could say to stop it.

  “Goddamn it. I knew this would happen. I knew it!”

  Jessica and I stared at him. Luke rarely swore.

  He must be really upset.

  “Natalie, I hate to do this but we have a flight to Chicago. We’re spending Thanksgiving with his uncle.”

  My eyes widened. “Didn’t you sue him?” I asked Luke.

  He smiled. “Yeah, but he said he wants us to be a family again. I don’t know, maybe we should cancel it.”

  “No,” I said in a firm voice. “I’m happy for you. Just g—go.” I tried not to wonder whether Will would be there, too.

  Jessica leaned over me, in tears, and squeezed my head off. “I promise I’ll make this up to you when we get back.”

  I gave her a watery smile. “Don’t worry about me,” I said over and over.

  And then they were gone, and I had nothing to distract me from my gloom.

  The day before Thanksgiving, I turned my phone on. I erased every message Will sent me. I was done being put through the mill by assholes. As soon as I recognized his voice, I deleted it. One from his father made me pause.

  “Ms. Porter, I’m calling because my wife and I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done to help William and our family. The visit was quite a success and all of us can breathe easier. Please know that you’ll always be welcome at our home. Thank you so much.”

  Yeah, you’re welcome. Whatever.

  The next few messages were from Luke and Jessica, wondering if I wanted to go out with them, thanking me for what I had done, and the last dozen were a cringe-inducing series of messages from my mother.

  I can’t ignore them forever.

  There was no energy left in me for a conversation with them. I didn’t want to hear their disappointment on top of everything else.

  The next morning, I woke up with a happy phone call from Jessica in Chicago, wishing me a happy Thanksgiving.

  “How’re things?”

  “Pretty good!”

  She went on about how everyone was behaving well and I fought myself not to ask her whether Will was there. “Well, happy Thanksgiving.”

  “Yeah, you too.”

  Her voice was a little subdued as we hung up the phone. She felt sorry for me. Whatever.

  I better get going.

  I delayed leaving for as long as I could, but I knew Mom would be furious if I showed up in the afternoon without helping her cook. As I drove down the freeway, I tried to practice what I would say to them. Maybe I should say he wasn’t feeling well. I stamped my foot on the carpeted floor.

  No! I need to just rip it off like a Band-Aid.

  All thoughts of my parents’ reaction disappeared when I pulled into the long driveway and saw an expensive car already parked there next to my Dad’s Subaru.

  I know that car.

  My heels clicked on the cement, the air catching in my throat as I walked around the sleek Audi and opened the gate to enter the kitchen. A tall, dark-haired man wearing a beautiful suit stood in my kitchen as my parents flocked around him.

  He came.

  My mother spotted me standing outside, and I backed away in horror, hoping that I could escape back to my car.

  She opened the sliding glass door and beamed. “Natalie! Your boyfriend just got here. Come inside, already!”

  I never saw my mother look so happy. Tremulous, I entered the kitchen and swallowed hard as Will turned around, looking immaculate and gorgeous. He gave me a sad smile behind my parents’ backs.

  “Look at what he brought us!”

  My father gave me a one-armed side hug as my mother gestured excitedly toward the giant bouquet sitting on our dining room table. I lifted my arm, which held flowers I bought from Safeway. She waved them off with a look of disgust.

  “Oh, Natalie, why did you buy those? They won’t look good on the table.” She frowned as she took them from me and searched around the house to find a suitable vase.

  How the hell did he find out where they lived? I shot Will a seething look. “You couldn’t tell me you were coming?”

  “I tried calling,” he hissed back. “Many, many times!” His face shone with a bright smile as my mother came back into the kitchen. He looked good, as though everything in the past weeks had never happened.

  “Natalie, why do you look so depressed? Do you hate coming here that much?”

  I blinked. “No, Mom. Sorry, I just—”

  “She’s been busy with her new job, that’s all,” said Will.

  “New job?”

  My eyes narrowed. Thanks. “Yeah, they really liked my designs at Pardini Worldwide so they hired me.”

  “Oh, that’s nice,” said Dad not listening to a word I said. “So, Will. Tell me more about your job.”

  They talked as I moved into the kitchen and helped Mom with the cooking. I couldn’t believe he showed up. I took the boiled potatoes out of the pot and mashed them with more force than was necessary. Looking over my shoulder, I snorted in disgust as they hung on every word Will said.

  “Want to take a ride in my car?”

  I watched as Dad’s face lit up with transports of delight. “Sure! If it’s not too much trouble.”

  “’Course not.”

  The kitchen door slid open again as they both left and soon I heard the roar of Will’s car. The potatoes splattered on my dress as I slammed them with the masher.

  “Natalie, you’re making a mess!”

  I looked at her thin face and wanted to cry. He had them both eating out of his hand and it had only been thirty minutes. For twenty-six years, all I wanted was their approval. I wanted them to look at me the way they looked at him. The smell of baking turkey and yams made my stomach growl in hunger, but I felt no desire to sit down and eat with my family. I thought of my apartment with longing.

  I grabbed the bottle of Port and poured myself a small glass. It would be a long day. Twenty minutes later, they both returned to the kitchen. My dad talked loudly about how fast the car was, and did Will have any other cars, and what about his father? Will listed off the cars in his family’s garage and I heard my parents’ gasps when he told them he only had one.

  “I don’t like excess.”

  “Well, neither do we!” My dad boomed.

  I met Will’s gaze and grimaced. I hated them both and their disgusting, almost worshipful attention to my “boyfriend.” This is so much worse than Ben. Most of all, I hated the pride I felt for having him.

  We’re not together! This isn’t real!

  After hours of this, all my desire for the food evaporated, and I only wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. It was all Will’s fault. He shouldn’t have come here. The pangs of jealousy made it impossible for me to enjoy anything. Finally, we sat down at the table as Dad carved the turkey. Mom beamed as she looked at Will, who sat across from me.

  “You’re so handsome. Isn’t he handsome, Natalie?”

  “Mom, stop it.”

  Will grinned, looking picture-perfect over the decorated table. “So I’ve been told.”

  “He’s much better looking than her last boyfriend.”

  “Mom!”

  “Natalie, don’t yell!”

  I clenched my fists on the table, my fingernails scouring my palms. Even Will looked a little uncomfortable.

  “I need to go to the bathroom.” My heels clacked in the hallway, and the door slammed behind me. I shook with rage as I saw the flowers I brought sitting next to the sink. They weren’t even that di
fferent from Will’s, just smaller. The injustice of it raged inside my blood.

  You will not blow up at the dinner table.

  I took deep, shuddering breaths to calm myself down. This was what I wanted. I begged Will to come here.

  “What took you so long? The food is getting cold!” Mom scolded.

  “Sorry, Mom,” I said as I sat down.

  We loaded our plates with food: turkey, cranberry sauce, gravy, baked yams, string beans, Brussels sprouts, and garlic mashed potatoes. As we ate, William kept heaping praise on my mother’s cooking. I rolled my eyes.

  All they wanted to talk about was William. They listened to him describe his job and gasped at his achievements.

  “Natalie, are you listening? Will got to where he was all on his own with no help from his parents. I wish you followed the same route. Who knows, we might have had another VP in the family!”

  I looked up from my plate and glowered at her.

  William winced. “Well, listen. I'd be lying if I said I had no help from my parents. I was born into wealth and I went to the best schools. If my dad wasn't a board member, I wouldn't have my job.”

  “Now, see here, William. Your dad isn’t the type to play favoritism. You mean to tell me that if you messed up at your job, he would still let you work there?”

  “Well, no, but—”

  “See? I’m right!”

  Will’s laugh was strained. He cast a worried glance at me. “Yeah, but Natalie is really one of the best graphic designers I’ve seen. She really has an instinct for—”

  “Isn’t he so nice?” Mom’s face was brighter than the sun. “Natalie doesn’t get a lot of compliments about her work.”

  “Oh, shut up.”

  The sounds of knives and forks clattering against the plates stopped as my parents’ angry faces turned toward me. My hot eyes stared back. Will beamed at me.

  “Natalie! How dare you?”

  “Shut up!” I exploded, shoving the plate away from me. “Both of you make me sick the way you fawn over him.”

  I couldn’t stand hearing them talk about how he was so much better than me, but listening to Will try to lift me up was even worse.

  Dad turned to William in a desperate attempt to salvage Thanksgiving dinner. “She doesn’t mean that.”