Mr. and Ms. Hollywood

3. Sparks don't fly when you spill a milkshake on the guy

Dedicated to Sham, my wonderful friend who has amazing ideas but no recommendations.

Damian Carter

"Mr.Carter. I am a big fan. It's wonderful to meet you. I am Debby Collins" The brunette woman holds out her hand looking Star-struck but covering it pretty well with her professional smile.

"Hello, Debby." I greet with a diplomatic smile.

I want information from her, if possible some kind of sabotage too. But something tells me, asking for sabotage of a wedding from a wedding planner might be pushing my charms too far.

Heck, I don't even think it would work.

"So" I clear my throat, "Debby, when did Arina hire you and how?" I question pouring her a glass of wine. I slide the drink towards her and lean against the slab of the home bar.

It's 4 am and as always most people are still asleep in the house. Works for me.

Debby tentatively picks up the glass and looks at me confused.

"Arina? No, I never met Arina. I was hired by her agent."

Her agent?

Footsteps interrupt me before I could question Debby further.

"I hope I am not interrupting anything." Dad joins us with an arched eyebrow looking amused.

"I am not 16 anymore dad." I roll my eyes. He looks at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

Jeez, he never forgets that time when he walked in on me and one of my high school girlfriends.

"Debby, I have seen the wedding cards. We will be sure to choose one. Thank you." Dad smiles kindly at Debby but I can see the tense of his shoulders.

I clench my hands, pissed and..... honestly worried. Arina is not making any sense right now. She never does. But this is another level. If she thinks I will stand by and watch as she stomps and walks over the people who loved her since forever, she has another thing coming.

Debby smiles at both of us, "Very well. I will be taking my leave. Thank you."

I could appreciate that woman's work ethic.

Dad's smile falters as Debby leaves. He sighs, looking haunted.

He sits on the bar stool motioning me to do the same.

"Have you met the guy she is marrying?" Dad asks looking like he aged 20 years in the past 24 hours. Dad loved Arina like a daughter. He treated her as a daughter and I can only imagine the pain he must be feeling. She didn't even bother to tell him anything.

Everyone found out about her engagement from Whitlock industries' announcement.

Dad is in agony, Sana feels betrayed, mom is disappointed, nonna is blowing all our phones yelling how could she do this to her and threatening to ground her the next time she visits Carter's mansion.

It's so strange to think about her being married.

"No, dad." The silence in the quiet morning is painful.

Dad takes a big gulp of his scotch.

"Dad, come on. It's early in the morning, stop that." I complain, worried. Dad notices my expression and apologizes, "sorry. Force of habit."

We sit in peaceful silence before dad clears his throat. 

"Can you come over to the office?" Dad asked getting up from his stool, picking up his blazer from the bar slab as I do the same.