Always, Arlo [Published]

Chapter 32

The wedding (part 2)

Val Pov

Venice snaps her head towards the direction where Arlo and I are sitting, her eyes widening with confusion and shock as she takes note of whose sitting beside me.

Then her eyes dart towards Marlin's direction, seeing him with Daphne on the other isle. Guests start to follow Venice's eyes, intrigued by what has got the bride so astonished.

When they spot Arlo and I, it seems like the same amount of confusion mixed with intrigue follows all their faces. At first I was thinking why exactly are they so shocked to see me at my own sister's wedding?

Families argue and even if they thought I wasn't coming, it shouldn't be a shock that I ended up here. They also can't be in shock about Marlin and I's breakup either, only a handful knew we were dating in high school and after that no one at all except Marlin and I's families knew about our status.

So what exactly are they fucking shocked about.

It wasn't until a guest a few rows ahead of me, turned to follow the chaos and her eyes lit up when she spotted him specifically.

She mouths "Arlo Saint?" In a bewildered manner to the guest beside her.

then that's when it clicked.

I completely forgotten the fact that Arlo is quite literally a famous clothing designer and model recruiter and not only that, I was under his label as the face of his bestselling production yet; lingerie.

It wasn't the fact that I had shown up, it was more of the fact that I was here with my new occupation and my boyfriend who so happens to be a well known man among media and in the fashion industry.

I had met Arlo without knowing exactly who he was so I guess I never had the chance to really digest his status among people, to me Arlo was special because of character not because of his Saintwear company. He was special because he had helped me and treated me with love when no one else had.

I was so far into my own world that I didn't realize that the effects of joining saintwear has already taken place. Sure i've gotten a lot of curious looks at the hotel but I brushed it off because truth is I wasn't completely used to all this yet.

My father clears his throat loudly, catching Venices attention. He gestures for her to go on, probably embarrassed that his eldest precious daughter is making a fool of herself at her own wedding day. She's a few steps away from marrying into the Morena Surname and here she is, standing with her mouth agape.