Liar, Liar

Lust or Love?

You both walked to work as he held an ice pack to his forehead. "What kind of an engagement is this? Usually ladies love me in their bed."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "The kind where you get punished for showing up drunk on my doorstep."

He mumbled something as you were a few steps from the building door but suddenly, a black sedan rolled to a stop right next to you. The window rolled down and there sat his mother, all in her old money glory.

She removed her sunglasses and looking you over, making you feel small with just a glance. "This is who you want to settle down with, son? Really?"

"Mother," he warned.

"Well, you wanted my attention, you got it. Get in the car." She put her glasses back on. "Both of you."

You sat across his mother on seats that felt like butter as you felt the weight of her stare through her glasses. Every scenario ran through your mind and you wondered if she had an envelope of cash in her purse. Cash that she would throw at you with the promise that you never see her son again.

You nearly jumped when your fiancé clapped his hands. "So, you gonna rip of the bandaid or what?"

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"The whole 'you're throwing your life away speech' that I know you've had prepared."

You bit the inside of your cheek so you didn't do anything reckless like telling off his mother for being a judgemental bitch. Sure, you weren't rich or didn't grow up attending events or having a maid but you were still a person who had a heart and you were worthy of being treated with basic respect.

His mother opened her mouth to respond but he held up a finger. "Let me stop you there," he grabbed your hand, "I love her. I do not want to be without her. She makes me feel like a better person. The world is more colourful when she's by my side. Nothing and I mean nothing will convince me to call out engagement off."

By the end of his speech, you were so moved that for a quick second, you forgot this was all fake. You quickly composed yourself and looked at his mother.

"Yeah, what he said."

He chuckled and wrapped an arm around you. "That's my y/n."

After a moment of silence, his mother sighed and removed her glasses once again. "It wasn't my intention to break you up. On the contrary, I am merely here to offer my services in regards to planning the wedding. I won't lie, I am hurt that you didn't come tell me yourself, h/n, that you found the one but if you let me take care of everything, I'll forgive you."

"I'll have to makes a few calls and see if the venue your father and I got married at will be available. I'm thinking we should have the wedding in December. I know everyone loves a summer wedding but winter weddings are magical."

"December? That's only two months away," you replied in a panic.

"Oh, come on. You make his world colourful. Why would you want to make him wait any longer?"

She had a point. His confession did make things sound much more serious than they were. You smiled tightly. "Yeah. Who would want to wait after such romantic words." Your words held a bite to him as you gave him a side eye.

He laughed uncomfortably and tugged on the collar of his shirt. "Is it hot in here?"

"No but it's about to be when I send your ass to hell," you whispered back.

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