DIVA

CHAPTER 1

Elle's p.o.v

I felt the bodice of the wedding dress stick to my body like a glue as I looked into the mirror and saw how beautiful I looked. The dress was very long as I stood proudly at 5'9, the smooth skin of my shoulders showed as the dress was off shoulder with the arm tied in beautiful bows at the side. The dress was tight at the top as it hugged to my skin, having a low cut in the middle of the dress, I looked at myself in the mirror as I stare at how the dress came out flayed from the middle of my waist. The dress was really beautiful, I couldn't deny that.

I looked at my face one last time as I saw my long blonde locks flow in waves down my head to my waist, I stared in the mirror as my soft blue eyes stared right back at me. I took in a deep breath as my high cheek bones rose a little. I really did look beautiful and elegant today, it's such a pit that I look so beautiful for a wedding that I didn't want.

Today was my first meeting with my fiancée, I had tried my best to put it off for a long while, but we needed to take wedding pictures, and then schedule an announce to the press, so I couldn't delay this anymore.

We were currently at the studio to take the wedding pictures, and I had just finished getting dressed. I stood proudly in front of the mirror as I walked confidently out of the room and into the studio where all the equipment were already set up in.

I know I looked very confident at this moment, but I was really nervous on the inside, something that I most definitely wouldn't show to anyone else. I had yet to see my fiancée because I don't use social media and I didn't really want to look him up. Yes, I'm sure you all are thinking, who the hell doesn't use social media in this day and time, well that's me.

I don't use social media not because I don't know how to, I'm well educated in that aspect, but the problem is that being from a rich and powerful family the media always comes up with different types of news and stories to torment us, most of them fake might I add.

People on the internet are very gruesome especially to celebrities. They hide behind their screens and say malicious words. I got fed up with them after a while, so I completely shut myself off from that part of the world. Yes, I do get followed a lot by the paparazzi's, but I don't spare them a time of the day by checking what they write about me, I'm only sure they will ruin my day because they never seem to write the truth, only gossip.

As I walked towards the place to take the picture, I noticed a man with his back towards me, wearing a beautiful and expensive black suit, he must be my fiancé, I thought to myself as I walked behind him and tapped his shoulder.

He turned around to look at me and the first thing I noticed about him was his dark brown eyes, and his well cut beard. His hair was a dark brown which was styled perfectly, and he looked confidently at me with his 6ft height, all in all he looked like the perfect man.

He was so not my style. He looked good yeah, handsome for that matter, but I wasn't attracted to him one bit.

"You must be Holden" I said to him without getting phased a bit.

"And you must be Noelle" he said gruffly as he analysed me.

"I was beginning to think I was getting married to a machine" he said lightly as he tried to cool the air.

I looked at him and smiled his way at the attempt. "Yeah, I just wasn't used to the idea of use getting married" I said to him as the photographer signalled us to pose for a few pictures.

"I know what you mean" He said as we started posing starting with the easier and less awkward ones first.

After a few minutes we had to start giving almost intimate poses and it was quite awkward because we just met like literally a few minutes ago, it was so weird having a stranger holding me like we had known each other for centuries and we couldn't actually tell the photographer that this was our first meeting.

"Relax" he said as I tried my best to lean into his touch, no matter how I tried this was so uncomfortable.

We had to change poses again for the last time and this tie I stood I front of him as I leaned into his chest with my ears hearing the warm sounds of his heartbeat.

"We should grab dinner and try to get to know each other" he said as we finished taking the photos and I looked at him sceptically.

"Don't get me wrong or anything, its just there are going to be a lot of paparazzi's following us around and its best if they can see us together you know, also it wouldn't be a bad idea getting to know the person you're getting married to, it's quite obvious that we don't love each other, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try to let things go smoothly, we can even become friends which would be really good honestly" he said calmly as I reasoned what he just said.

And honestly everything he just said made sense to me, there's literally no reason why we couldn't get along with each other I thought to myself as I smiled his way.

"I like the way you think, lets get changed first and then we can go somewhere" I said to him smiling.

"Did you bring your car" he asked me calmly with a rigid look on his face, something I noticed he did often, he didn't smile or frown, his face was always just.... there.

"Yeah, I did, but my driver brought me, I don't drive, I can send him back with the car if you want" I said calmly looking for his opinion.

"Sure, that would be nice, I could drop you back home when we're done" he said as I nodded as I walked into the changing room and texted Kevin my driver to go back with the car.

After I got changed back, I walked out in my black double breasted dress suit with black heels and my black purse held in my perfectly manicured fingers.

"Let's go" I said as I saw him staring at his phone wearing a completely different black suit.

As we reached his car in the parking lot, he held open the door for me like the perfect gentleman as I took in a deep breath as I sat in the front seat. I hate cars.

Closing the door behind me he went over to his side of the car before starting the engine and driving off.

"Do you have any preferences or somewhere in particular you would like to go to? Don't worry about the price, I'll cover the whole thing" he said as he looked ahead driving.

"Somewhere simple perhaps and I'm not worried about cost, I am perfectly capable of paying for my own meals" I stated matter of factly as he nodded his head and punch a coordinate on his GPS.

How typical of him, like every other man out there, they believe that all women needs a man to pay for her meals or spend money for her, like I am a perfectly able and capable human being, I can fend for myself and I can pay for my own damn meals. I thought to myself as I stared out the window of the car with a hard look as I let the warm breeze flow through my hair.

"Can you please shut the window, I can turn on the AC for you if you'd like" he said calmly and politely as I turned to look at him.

"No thank you, I quite like the fresh air" I said as I looked back out the window.

To be honest I hated cars, they made me feel trapped, like I was in a cage, locked up. Having windows open were one of the only reasons why I entered cars, because the air made me feel less trapped. At times like these I hated myself because even though I had put the past behind me, the emotional scars that I was left with from that day was still there, like a constant reminder telling me to never forget what happened on April 22nd.