The venue looks perfect, as if you're walking in a perfect wedding set, everything decorated with the combination of purple and while, on each table there's purple orchids and white roses. Tables and chairs covered with creme silken linen cloth with purple bow tied neatly the back of the chairs. A huge crystal chandelier illuminating soft purple light, the orchestra playing "Thinking out loud," while the bride and groom are dancing, looking at each other and being lost in their own world.
Every thing seems so damn perfect and being the one who organised this and also one of the bridesmaids, I should be happy.
But I wasn't...
It's my cousin's wedding and even though been a major part of this event, I always felt as an outsider when it comes to my family.
I'll always be the black sheep of the family atleast that's what I have felt almost since...forever.
Looking at my mother, watching my cousin in awe, as if she is her real daughter and I was adopted. I felt a pang in my chest.
I looked at the couple that my mother was staring and smiling, that bitch really looks happy. The sweet smile that she is smiling looking at her husband, only if he knew the wolf in the sheep skin.
My cunning little cousin, finally got married. I should be happy...well I was until all relatives started saying the younger got married but the older hasn't.
Why the fuck are they worried about me?!
I'm happy where I am, unmarried woman successfully running her business and being top in the market.
I wanted to shout the words, yell and say this to them but being a sophisticated business-woman of the town, I decided to keep my words to me and smiled politely at all the gossip queens of the town.
If only...I had the courage to say the unfiltered words that's on my mind but I know I won't.
Hmph...I took another glass of champagne from the passing tray. My best friend gave me a warning look and in response I just shrugged.
I mean here I'm attending the wedding of my cousin whom I despise the most but being a fucking decent woman, I didn't had the courage to say "no" to be one of her seven bridesmaids.
I huffed again for the ninth time.
"Stop Myra, every one is looking at you and it's quite evident from your look that you are forced to be here."
I rolled the flute between my fingers and watch the champagne swirl, "Am I not?"
When I didn't get a response, I looked at Nicci, she huffed too.
Well atleast I've her by my side otherwise this whole drama of being one big happy family drives me crazy.
"Okay, then let's go, anyways you're bored, I'm bored and your family is busy with the bride and groom, they won't even realize that you're missing."
A relief of getting away made me smile, I kept the glass on the table and hooked hand with my bestie ready to leave the party.
"Leaving so early, I didn't even get a chance to dance with you."
My happiness turned into anger just by listening to his voice.
Sean-Fucking-Darius!
He stood in front of me with a smirk on his face.
Why! Why! Why!
Why did I keep the glass on the table!!!
It would have been so perfect and satisfying to watch his face drained in champagne. Nicci saw the anger rising in me. She knows...right now this man is the last person whom I want to see.
I glared at him, if only I was Cyclops, this man would have turned into ashes but fuck my luck cuz here he is standing in front of me and smirking.
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Disagreed Merger
RomanceA Gorgeous beauty Myra Sanders hates Sean Darius, a powerful businessman; who rules the world where she is trying to create her identity and he is the biggest obstacle for her, if only she had the power to rule him. Sean needs a woman to be his wife...
