From Hate Flourishes Love

Wedding Bells

Kai's POV

Thank the heavens, I was able to get somewhat of a nap. Mrs Storm and Victoria had a list of things that challenged the Pan-American highway in length.

I had no idea of what color scheme, I wanted for the wedding. Victoria suggested a blush-nero palette and agreed. I was too jet-lagged to tell the difference between ivory and eggshell.

Sparking water or mineral water? Did it really matter?

There were too many small details to think about. Finally, I get to go back to the room and melt against the comfort of the couch. The bed was off-bounds as Zander claimed it pretty quickly.

He and I hadn't interacted with each other since he came back storming into the room last night not that I wanted to chat with him or anything.

One minute he was showing interest in me, the next he was utterly overlooking my existence.

Forget about him, Kai.

I checked the time. But, knowing New York was three hours ahead of Los Angeles, I decided to wait until later to call my parents.

Answering the door, there was a lady smiling at me with a tray in her hands.

"Hey?" I answer, shyly at the fact that someone was seeing me straight out of bed or couch as the case may be.

"Good Morning, Mrs.Storm sent this up for you ." She says.

I thanked her and she left. Checking the tray there was a note from Mrs Storm.

Clears up baggy eyes... :)

A face mask ? Was being a Storm about looks only? Maybe, I should try it. I mean Mrs.Storm had really young-looking skin for her age. I add it to the pile of skincare I already had, and I mentally noted to bring it to the bathroom with me.

What to wear? I didn't think Victoria approved of my airport outfit yesterday. It wasn't my fault I'm yet to whole elegant, understated, and comfortable look. Hopefully, ankle white trousers, a nice kitted shirt, and sneakers to match were acceptable.
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Applying the face mask with a brush. It tingled a bit but I actually found it quite refreshing. I wasn't sure if my tiredness was from my jet lag or me trying to pretend like I'm not about to marry into one of the richest families in the US.

Being Zander's man-wife wouldn't be the end of the world.

He was smart, tall . . . handsome. If you get pass his arrogance he was pretty decent to live with, so maybe I could survive the rest of my days in our arrangement.

"What's that on your face ?" Zander asks. I look up in the mirror and see Zander's reflection.

How long was he standing there?

"It's a face mask," I answer.

After showering me with his usual judgmental glance, he leaves.

Before heading to have breakfast with the Storms, I looked at myself in the mirror; to ensure that I was near perfection. Zander was busy on his laptop so hopefully he didn't see me practising how I would arrive downstairs.

It was currently between a strut and I'm the main character who's at the center of attention. However, seeing I haven't the ounce of confidence for both of those walks, I settled to walk like myself.

After twirling in a cloud of vanilla-scented body cologne, I made my way down to the kitchen.

"Kai, breakfast is this way," Victoria waves me onto the patio.
Continuing my walk, I'm welcomed to a colorful array of food. Enough food to feed an entire village, but that wasn't enough to stop my hunger.