"And if you have a minute, why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know?"
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Maya Beaulieu, born and raised in Montreal, has heard the stories about Lance Stroll, the boy who grew up down the street of where she lived. All the reason to stay...
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𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟
December 5th, Venice, Italy
Chloe immediately stands up from the chairs at Venice Airport when she sees our dad and me walking through the arrival gate. She smiles widely and hugs me before kissing our dad on his cheek.
"Good afternoon, Chloe," My dad says, and he gives her a quick hug. "Where is Scotty?"
"He is at the venue already. I know we're not getting married for another 2 weeks, but something was wrong with the schedule, so he is fixing that right now."
"As if he gets anything right," My dad mutters under his breath, an indication he still doesn't accept Scotty as Chloe's soon-to-be husband. Heck, even when Scotty invited our dad and me for dinner, made sure he had reservations at a luxurious restaurant, paid for the entire meal, and held an entire 15-minute speech about his love for Chloe, my dad denied his request for Chloe's hand.
He delayed proposing to her.
Two months later, I invited him over for dinner. Said it would be 'a casual bro's- night', but that's when I told him not to listen to my dad, and then Chloe would be over the moon to marry him. I gave him my blessing.
"What was that?" Annoyedly, Chloe sighs. She too is not blind to the dislike my dad has against her fiancé.
"Nothing, love," My dad smiles and walks towards the exit for the building.
Chloe scoffs while rolling her eyes, "I can't believe this man."
"I know," I reply, watching how our dad disappears through the doors. "Just a few more days sticking up with him."
"I know. But I am done. I am done with his shit. I am this close to uninviting him," Chloe squints her eyes as she holds her thumb and index finger close together. "And you know what... I am going to make a change."
"Chloe, don't do anything you're going to regret in a few years. It is not worth it to cause trouble so close to the wedding. Let me help you with the last few errands."
"I am not going to regret this, Lance." She turns to me with a smile. "I heard about the first time Scotty asked for my hand, Dad refused him then and there. I know you know because you were there with him..."
"I'm sorry, Chlo... I didn't mean to–"
"Shush it. I also know you did give Scotty your blessing to propose me. 'I want Chloe to be happy, and you are making her happy. So keep doing that, and become my brother-in-law.', isn't that what you told him?"
In those precise words, yes.
"Uhm..."
"Scotty told me, Lance," Chloe's cheek gets a bit red, as she takes my hand and gives it a light squeeze. "Since you gave the blessing, and Dad is being an incredible asshole... I don't want him to give me away. I want you to give me away and walk me down the aisle."
