If Love Was Forced

Chapter 7: The Tipsy Fiance

"I'm tired,"

I told Ryle as we finally reached our hotel, "Remind me to never come with you ever again if you get married again in the future, you are exhausting to be with all day," Ryle joked, I glared at him throwing my bag at his face which he caught quickly.

"I'm being honest," He told me, "I'm gonna order food," he says, seriously he forgot about the rehearsal dinner.

"We still have the rehearsal dinner, ass face," I said and stood up to open my luggage and take out my dress and other essentials.

My phone suddenly beeped, I unlocked it and looked at the notification, I held back my laugh as I saw Alejandro's nickname was  'An Arrogant Bitch'.

"Be at the venue by 6," his text said, I rolled my eyes.

"How dare he tell me to get ready for 1 hour?" I said angrily as I threw my phone on the bed almost hitting Ryle but he managed to dodge it.

"What is it about now?" He asked grabbing my phone, and quickly realized when he saw the message. "How dare he make all the planning and decisions that both of us were supposed to be making all by myself? His tux, my dress, the wine, the cake, everything, God I didn't even ask for this wedding." I said crossing my arms. Ryle stood up, as dramatic tears rolled down my cheeks and I looked away, he chuckled and pulled me into a friendly hug. Yet suddenly the door burst open with a shout, a shout I knew all too well.

"ITS PARTY TIME, BITCHES!" Gretchen burst into the room carrying 2 bottles of red wine, as soon as I saw the wine, I pushed Ryle away and ran to Gretchen who opened her arms to hug me, but I snatched the wine from her.

"Ugh, rude!" She said, yet I rolled my eyes and opened the bottle and drank it, "What did I miss?" She asked yet I just chugged the bottle not responding.

Ryle soon told her what we did the whole day and soon the hairstylist and makeup artist came to do our makeup, and in about an hour, we were done.

I was wearing a flattery gown, that was quite revealing yet remained very formal, while my hair was in big curls, and my makeup remained glowy yet super subtle, of course, we had to camera flash ready.

Yet when we got to the car we had only one problem, I was kinda, possibly, maybe drunk. "Cami, you are crazy," Gretchen commented yet I chuckled and was about to reach for the wine in the little fridge when she quickly passed me the water.

"Girl, I swear I'll pour ice water all over you, act normal, you still have to face the press and guest," I hear Gretchen say, my head was already spinning yet I nodded and tried my best to think straight.

To the venue we did everything we could do for me to act normal, I swear Gretchen even slapped me.

Alejandro's Point Of View

As I was waiting for Camila on the red carpet, the press was going wild as the guests arrived by one, and soon Camila arrived, my staff opened the car door, and Gretchen and Ryle came out.

And soon my fiance, Camila, looked lovely, as she walked out, yet Gretchen was holding her quite tight in her hands, Camila looked lovely, yet I felt something was wrong.

I approached them and Ryle and Gretchen entered the venue, which left me and Camila for our photo to be taken, Camila held on my shoulder as I held her waist.

We both smiled and soon walked inside, she kept having a tight grip on me, "Camila are you okay?" I asked her worriedly, and as soon as I looked into her eyes closely, I realized she was drunk.

"Are you drunk?" I asked her shocked and she looked at me and tried keeping a straight face as the people were watching us, she smiled, "No I'm sober," she shrugged it off.

"Camila, how irresponsible can you get?" I said as held her. "I'm okay, for god sake," She said trying to get out of my grip, I sighed and looked at her as she walked away to her friends. God forbid her from doing something crazy this time. This girl is a handful indeed.

I continued to greet the guest, as they came and had small conversations, I glanced back at Camila whom I saw at our table, with Gretchen.

"Your fiance looks quite flattering tonight," I hear someone say and I look back to see my brother, Valentino. "What are you doing here?" I asked shocked and annoyed, do I never make it clear to someone when I see I don't want to see them ever again?

"Mama invited me, don't get any ideas, I come in peace," He said and smirked, "Congratulations brother," He said to me and walked past me.

I sighed and massaged my temples, how could this night be worse? Dinner was starting soon.

Everyone was in their seats, and I walked over to mine, which was next to Camila's seat. I soon grabbed my wine glass and clinked it with a fork, catching everyone's attention.

"Thank you to everyone who came to La's rehearsal dinner, we do truly appreciate your time and all we wish for tonight is for everyone to enjoy and have a good evening," I said and everyone smiled and clapped, soon the servers walked into the room and served each person their food. I sat back down and looked at Camila who was looking at me, "What's with this look?" I asked her discretely, and she chuckled, "Just wondering what I've gotten myself into," she smiled, with such sarcasm and took a bite of her food.

She soon turned around and chatted with the other people seated beside her, soon we finished the first course and it was time for the second one, and after that next, we had exactly about 10 courses, and once we offered drinks, everyone soon just started chatting and sharing drinks, it seemed like such a pleasant evening, just as I wished.

"I've been planning to invest in Carlo's new business, do you think it's worth it?" He asked for the hundredth time, and I sighed and replied, "Carlo's a good businessman, I assure you, you have nothing to worry about, man," I said to him, "How many times will you keep asking?" I questioned and he chuckled, "Okay I'll stop, I do value your opinion my friend, so I trust you and I will invest," He said and I patted his back, smiling.

We soon chatted more and I glanced over to see where Camila was, she was at the drinks station with Mr. Gael. He was holding her hand, and by the look of Camila, she seemed uncomfortable. I quickly excused myself and approached them, Mr. Gael quite has a reputation with women, certainly not someone that I'd want next to my fiance.x "Let me go!" Camila shouted and soon everyone looked at us, Mr. Gael let her go and she was about to trip but I caught her right in time, she crashed into my chest and I pulled her close, "Mr. Huxley, I was doing nothing at all, I just wanted to have a conversation," He said yet I didn't believe a word he said, he looked drunk and wasted, I'm never trusting any women most of all my soon to be wife next to this disgusting old man.

"You may leave, Mr. Gael, " I said to him, he was about to reason but the guards quickly escorted him out, I looked at Camila who was still in my arms, I moved her hair to see her face to see she was sleeping already, seriously, is my chest that comfortable that the second she crashes on it she's sleeping?

"Everyone, my Fiance is quite unwell, so I believe this is the end of this wonderful evening, thank you for your attendance," I said and quickly signaled my staff to guide everyone to the exit.

I carried Camila soon and went through the back exit to our car, I can't let the press see her like this of course, my driver opened the car door and I placed he gently inside, which was such a hard job, she was clinging to me like a koala.

"To the hotel," I said to the driver who nodded. I quickly sat on the opposite side of the car. As we were on our way home, I couldn't help but glance at Camila who was sleeping peacefully.

I couldn't help but just want to hug her and kiss her yet I couldn't, I bore too much hatred for her mother, and even if I loved her daughter so much it still wasn't enough. It pains me to see her question why her life had to be like this, yet I wanted to see her suffer, to take revenge for what her mother did.

How can a precious angel be related to such a devil?

I pity her for marrying someone like me, cause I know I'm my heart I may never give her that friendship and love that a married couple should have, I am no fan of love matches and romantics yet I know she is one huge difference from me. She may question my love for her surely, but she will never have to question my dedication and support for her.