Her and Her Unofficial Love Affairs

CHAPTER 22

"So where were you yesterday that you didn't show up with the Gutierrez's?!" I scolded my best friend upon seeing her storm inside our wedding shop.

"You knew I was drunk the other night. Obviously, I had hang-over," she rolled her eyes retrieving a piece of paper from her drawer. She handed it to me.

"Not even a call? You called the whole day off yesterday without even a simple damn text!" I was already starting to shout at her, putting the paper on top of my table without reading it.

"Please. Today is not the right time, okay?" she implored. "Come on, let's go!"

"Excuse me. Where do you think are we going?" I tried not to give in to her whims.

"Where else? Today is September 23, right? And what's with September 23? Fuck! It's the asshole's big wedding day!" she exclaimed as if she was drunk.

"And you're wearing those?" I examined her from head to toe. She's only wearing an outdated black pumps we got from Thailand last year.

"To be honest, I was out the whole day yesterday just to get the God-damn perfect stilettos! But the cards were not on me and I hate to say this, I'm defeated. It's all over and done," she suddenly got teary-eyed. "Now will you go with me or not?" she demanded.

"Make a promise to me first. Promise that you'll never make a scene there," I said calmly.

"Yes, I promise," she reassured.

We were late at the wedding ceremony. The priest already solicited the audience with this provocative speech, "if anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace". Thank God, I'm saved from whatever chaos my best friend would surprisingly do. She will now live in peace!

Then the ceremony went smoothly until the recessional march. My very best friend unexpectedly got in the way of the newlyweds, congratulated the couple and gave the groom a cheek to cheek felicitation. I was so nervous looking at what she was doing!

"Thank you for gracing the event, Ma'am but the camera is rolling for the recessional," one of the wedding organizers came to the scene. Wedding organizers from the big city. Of course, the newlyweds didn't pick us because of the groom and my best friend's history.

So my best friend stepped aside, leaving the groom frozen and the bride eyeing her groom. Then they proceeded for their march and with only one step by the bride, she tripped over her very long trail! The groom was shocked and hadn't caught his bride straight away. So the bride fell head on the ground!

As I shifted my head behind, I saw my very best friend with her black pumps intentionally on top of the bride's wedding trail! When some people came rushing in to the rescue, she promptly got away from the scene. Then I was left there in the air all by myself with the groom staring at me with what-the-hell-are-you-still-doing-here look. The people followed his gaze and there they were with all their accusations!

I was petrified and so terrified! I felt so humiliated being our town's top wedding planner and here we go wrecking a wedding! The people were so angry at me that they seemed to wanna attack me. It seemed like Plants vs. Zombies, me versus 300!

But somebody instantly came to my rescue. I really didn't catch him in my sight beforehand. I wondered what he was doing there but he opened the passenger's seat of his car for me. Looking at the mob of people so ready to gnaw me down, I ran to his car for shelter!

"Why are you even here?" I asked the boy upon closing the car's door.

"Why, is it bad to go to a big bro's wedding if you're invited?" he returned my question zooming out from the cathedral.

"You're brothers?" I asked in horror.

"Not biologically but frat-tingly, yes," the boy explained.

"Oh, just pull over and I think I could manage here already," I instructed as I saw that the coast was clear.

"Wouldn't you just be grateful that I'm taking you home?" he didn't consent.

"Well, no thanks. Just pull over, okay," I demanded.

"Maybe the cops are after you. For sure, they're there waiting for you to retrieve your car," he threatened.

"Of course, not. I've got nothing to do with what happened!" I denied.

"Just lemme take you home and I'll be the one to come back for your car," he offered.

"No!" I insisted.

"You really are something, Miss I-don't-need-help, Miss I-can-manage, Miss I-can-do-it-myself!" he mocked this time.

"And you're an effin' bully who's trying to act as an adult but just wouldn't do!" I barked at him. This boy has now turned out to be a migraine! But I had to be nice to him as our client's favorite grandson.

Then our next meetings were just casual – just merely professional. Hesnobbed, I snobbed. He ignored, I ignored. I didn't even get to notice himamong the crowd! One day, something terrible happened. I didn't know what gotinto him that he empathized me. And that was the start of him befriending meagain.