WALK ME DOWN THE AISLE

* Chapter Eighteen *

David's words struck a chord within me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment for my actions. Realizing the validity of his point, I quickly explained, "That's exactly why I'm here, David. I'm committed to revising it, to take back control. You won't understand because your way of thinking is opinionated." Unyielding, David retorted, "So, I'm the narrow-minded one now? Maybe you should take a good look at yourself first." His remarks hung in the air, encouraging me to reflect and reevaluate the choices I had been making.

"I can't help but feel guilty about what I did to Scott," I confessed, my voice filled with regret. "No matter what I do, I can't take back my mistake. I know I should tell him the truth before things escalate and everyone finds out, but... We're having so much fun together. I don't want him to leave me."

As Scott and I met again at our secret hideaway, I was still perplexed by what David had told me. It had unexpectedly consumed my thoughts and I was absent-mindedly staring at the wide sea overlooking our spot. "Do you have something on your mind? You seem distant," Scott asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

I sighed, feeling the weight of my secret grow heavier. "Last week, some paparazzi took pictures of us. My friend saw it, and he's upset about it," I admitted, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. But Scott's eyes only widened in surprise. "Oh, is he just a protective friend, or could it be that you have a secret admirer?" he teased, trying to lift my spirit. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether or not the truth shall be brought to light. Eventually, I gathered my courage and decided to open up. "No, he's not just a friend. He's been my best friend for almost six years, and we're partners in everything, especially at work. And the thing is, he's married to my other best friend. So we kind of not having that relationship you're referring to." I confided, my voice barely above a whisper.

Scott's playful expression faded, replaced by a mix of confusion and concern. "Does he have something against actors? Maybe he's not a fan of the entertainment industry. Or possibly he's just feeling unfulfilled in his own life," he implied with mockery.

"Maybe," I responded with dismay. But deep down, I knew that it wasn't about his dissatisfaction with our career. It was about my betrayal and my failure to remain faithful to both him and Scott. Understanding this, Scott and I continued to talk about lighter topics, desperately trying to cling to the exhilaration and bliss we found in each other's company. But the guilt weighed heavily on my conscience, a constant reminder that time was running out and a difficult decision awaited me shortly.

Not thinking about the problem as much, It's amusing how we likely share some common interests, like our love for the countryside, horses, and action movies based on real events. Growing up away from the city, I've always preferred the serene atmosphere of a farm, like how I used to admire Don and Vanessa's ranch, where I could simply observe the graceful horses galloping freely on the grass.

As I pondered the potential fun that could unfold in my life alongside Scott, my conscience became increasingly burdened by a pressing issue concerning our close relationship. "They're questioning me about our connection, Scott, and I find myself at a loss for words," I confessed, my gaze fixed on him.

"Why not tell them that we're in a relationship? Perhaps it's time for us to embrace being a couple in the public eye. What do you think?" To my amazement, Scott suggested. "But do you truly want that?" I responded, my worry evident.

"Absolutely. There's nothing wrong with openly dating, as long as we know that our happiness remains the priority," Scott comforted me. "I am so overwhelmed with joy, Scott, but I cannot shake the thought that my existence can put you in harm's way," I said as I put on a smile. "That's just the way life is, Danni. If my father's name wasn't involved in some of my activities, problems wouldn't arise often," Scott differed laughing about his notoriety and status, pulling me into his embrace.

Instead of hiding our relationship and keeping it a secret, we decided to become more open about it, letting everyone see us together. But then came the day when Scott had to leave the country again, and he wanted me to go with him. Unfortunately, I couldn't just abandon my obligations at work just because he needed me. I had to chaperone my boss for the casting of our next film, "a huge project for our company" he said.

We were on our way to meet with Mr. Belmont, together with David meeting with the cast of the film based on my book. Just before I got to the elevator door of the building, I received a text message from Scott. He informed me that he had to cancel his trip and wanted to meet later and that there had been a change in his agenda due to a current project he would be working on.