02 - The Planning

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Maria Lopez


I woke up to commotion outside my window. What on earth could be happening right now. I looked over to my alarm clock.
9:10am.

The noise outside must be the gardening people doing their thing.

My bed looked comfier than usual. I could stay here all day. But instead I got up,hopped into the shower and changed into my flower picnic dress my father gifted me. I looked over to my window to see Matteo talking to my father and it looked like they were. Oh. Fuck. No.

He's already planning the wedding without my permission. And the worst part is that it's green. I wanted my wedding a light shade of violet or light pink and white themed.

He's definitely trying to mess with me I swear to god this man.

Quickly, I put on some makeup, my pearl necklace and matching earrings with some white heels.

I raced downstairs and went straight outside. "Ma'am aren't you going to eat some breakfast firs-" I shook my head and smiled while I went past our maid — Jess. She was around her 30s and the sweetest person I've met— unlike Matteo.

When I reached the front gate I pushed myself past security which my father decided to hire to apparently 'keep me safe from others'. I doubt he'll keep the security guards after I move out. Which I hope I don't.

"What are you doing Matteo?" I knew damn well what he was doing but asked anyway. He pulled all his attention on me as father was busy with the planners. "Wedding stuff, obviously." His attitude threw me off. He knows from the beginning I hate when he messes with me.

"No."
"Good morning to you too." I hate this man "No Matteo."
"No what Maria?"
"Why are you already planning!" I crossed my arms.
He just replied by leaning against the wall and looking up.
"I was just telling them about the wedding halls we could rent for the night." He explained inspecting the front yard and the million people working.

"Alright well why are you even here Matteo?" I was just as confused why he wasn't against the marriage like I was, he seemed to be enjoying the planning. "Mr. Knight would you like these flowers or the other ones?" One of the planners walked up to him. "Hmm, I guess you should ask the lady." He looked at me then the planner.

I looked at the flowers she recommended and to be honest I didn't like any of them. But the white roses caught my attention "Um, keep the white roses outside in a vase. And as for the main flowers I don't like any of them." Matteo just raised his eyebrows like he was amused.

"Hm, i suppose we can get some other recommendations. What flower Color and type would you prefer Ms. Lopez?" She smiled while looking annoyed. I guess she'll just have to put up with me tho.

"I'm looking for light pink and white ones, maybe even violets but very pretty ones." I explained. I didn't really have much of a plan when it came to a wedding I didn't even want. I wish I was more prepared for this.

She walked away swiping images on her iPad. I looked up to Matteo grinning at me.

Asshole

"What?" I breathed, I needed a break from all this. "Nothing." Before I could say anything my father came walking up to us.
"Are you two getting along? What a cute couple you two make!" He said thrilled.
"Father I would rather burn my hands over again then get along with him. Worse marry him!" Matteo was still someone who ruined my past life. Why should I even be a little happy to be marrying him. Matteo opened his mouth to speak
"Yes Mr.Lopez we already have the flower thing sorted out."

Yes my ass.

When my father walked away I gave Matteo a long stare. "What is actually wrong with you. Im going to divorce you a day after we get married." I walked away as he said something maybe like "We'll see" or some shit.

How will I survive him?
I'm going to die.

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How are you guys liking the story so far? I think it's cute.

I'll maybe be editing it later 🫶🏼

-angiee

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