I was so disgusted with myself. I couldn't just believe I did what I did. It was almost like I knew what i was doing at the same time I didn't .I felt like I betrayed my father, and I could not shake the feeling of how distraughted he would be when he found out that I made out with his fiancé on their wedding eve. How could I be so easily swayed by a deceptive woman like Miss London? She knew exactly what she was doing, but my question was, why?
I had told Mrs. Harris to be her way back since I had many responsibilities awaiting me back in the office. I just told her I couldn't leave with her because of my father's wedding. I had failed to mention it to her earlier, and she seemed surprised, I couldn't blame her. Things were more complicated now, and I didn't want her mixed up in this whole situation.
It had been so long since I felt like this. I must admit, I had begun to fancy Miss London when we first met. There was something about her that drew her to me. I had intended to keep it professional with her, but with the recent events, I can't. If she had not been as lying and manipulative person as she is, maybe the story would be different.
The day of the wedding had arrived and I was determined to see her. I wanted to finalise everything regarding the shares. Once the transaction is complete, all the responsibilities and rights that my father had will be hers. Just like she wanted. I just hope she would at least hold her end of the deal to make my mother's company great again. That, or all of this was for nothing.
I had earlier received a suite bag that contained the outfit I was supposed to wear. As if I would give them the satisfaction of seeing me in it. It came with a tag that had my name and ...something else. It seemed like someone placed a kiss on it. The bold, glossy red lipstick was unmissable. I wouldnt even have to guess who did it. How cliché of her. Whatever game you are playing, Hillary, I will certainly not partake in it.
I wore my usual attire, a black well fitted suite with a white shirt of course. No tie. Nothing more to it because I do not plan on staying. I headed down to where the reception was. I must say, they went all out. White floral arrangements, white centrepieces, white drapery lights hanging all over, white covers on the chairs, white white white , it was depressingly white if you ask me. It's an odd color for people who are pure evil. That's right I said it.
Guests were starting to arrive and I noticed all of them had worn white. I felt a bit out of place with my choice of attire but nevertheless I couldn't care less. As I walked to find my seat I could hear the whispers from people in hushed tones. I can't say I'm used to the attention but I tried to keep my composure. Soon, when everyone settled, soft music begun to play in the background. The crowd turned to face the groom walking down the aisle. I didn't bother to because I knew he could see me. Thanks to this suit, you know I'm really starting to regret dressing like this.
He took his precious time walking to the alter, it is his wedding after all. At least he was decent enough to dress properly, I really don't know who advised him on his fashion choices because with what I've seen him wear, he was only embarrassing himself. Then came his bride, in all elegance. Everyone stood in unison and i did as well. I wanted to see her face, because the face tells it all. She was all covered up with her vail, her wedding gown fitting her luke a second skin, slowly walking ...but alone. Isn't it custom that the brides father walks her down the aisle? Where was her family? Did they know she was getting married? Was this a secret wedding?
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She was composed, and her eyes never left my father's. I tried to read her so hard but I couldn't see clearly because of her veil. And at the most unexpected moment, we did make eye contact, and she slightly smiled. Her eyes almost immediately teared off from me and she continued to focus ahead. Her composure is admirable. Maybe she does love my father. But does a person who loves someone go behind their backs and kiss someone else? What type of love is that.
When she finally reached the alter and stood opposite of my father we all sat down and the priest began his opening speech. I watched my father smile and admire his bride, his eyes lighting up. It's sad though. He doesn't know the type of woman he's marrying. And she has him right where he wants him. He unveiled her and I finally got to see her. As much as I would hate to admit it, she was stunning. Everytime.
I watched as they said their vows to each other and the crowd applauded them. He placed a ring on her finger and her him. The priest finally announced that he may kiss his bride. I suddenly felt my heart sink. I had told myself that the kiss meant nothing but at that moment I knew it did. Because this was a familiar feeling. When something you want is taken away from you and there was nothing you could do about it. Could I have had feelings for her? My father's wife? However much messed up it sounded there was some truth in it.
I felt uneasy as I watched him lean in and that's when I snapped. He took her in his arms and devoured her lips and she held onto him tight. Like what she did with me. I tasted her lips and now they were on someone else. I couldn't stand it. There was only one thing I could do.
Leave.
I waited for the crowd to stand and that is when I quickly stood and left. I didn't care if they saw me. This cannot be happening. How could I have feelings for a woman who I despise so much. She is devious. She is deceptive. She is manipulative. She is malicious.
She is my father's wife.
It simply cannot be.
I cannot love her and hate her at the same time. They cannot both exist. There was only one way I could settle this emotional roller coaster. I have to set things straight. Whatever these feeling are, need to dissappear. I really need to get it together because they way I see it, Hillary London knows what she is doing.
