The Wrong Bride-to-Be

Chapter 1

Walking off of the plane, Charlotte looked around and pulled at her beenie, her dad should be around here somewhere. She saw as families gethered wth signs, welcoming loved ones. If only she was so lucky.

Rolling her bag, she decided to wait by the couches, it was obvious that no one was here to greet her with a sign. So she sat and waited, and waited, and waited.

Nothing.

"Excuse me? Miss. Robinson?" Someone said. Looking up, she noticed someone in a black suit with a red tie and an earpiece. she knew exactly who it was. Ryan, the head of her fathers security team.

"Hello again," she said slowly getting up. He was a man of very little words. Guiding her to the car, they drove off.

Paris, France.

A city, and country, practically out of time. The architecture, the traditions, the areas around. She had always wanted to come here, not like she could afford it. Money was a bit tight at the moment, in more ways than one.

Passing throughout the streets, she kept looking at different buildings and even looking up when breaks happened betweeen them. The Eiffel Tower stood, a symbol of France itself. what she wouldn't give to be here for fun than what she was doing.

It had been about 5 years since she graduated highschool, and 5 years since she had really talked to her fathers side of the family. After divorcing her mother when she was 14, he practically got remarried right away to Shiela Hispan. Her daughter Macy was officially adopted by her father as well maybe about 2 years later.

Since then, she had very little to do with them. her father was enjoying his new family and while her mother loved her like crazy, she wasn't really around as time went on, kinda feeling like a bit of a failure. Recently, she had been getting better and was excited for Charlotte to go on this trip, no matter what the reasoning was.

Charlotte never really thought of Macy as her sister. When she was little, she was still dealing with her parents divorce, the way her mother was, not to mention her fathers remarriage right away. She tried her best, she really did. But while Macy was nice and sweet on the outside to everyone, she practically dd whatever she could to tear Charlotte a new one.

Most of her stuff? Ended up with Macy because she said she liked it. On a date? Nope, had to bring Macy along, show her the ropes. It was one things after another.

However, getting a call from Macy about the wedding was the first time she saw or heard from her in a while. She wanted Charlotte to be a bridemaid, which was odd since they weren't close.

Her father offered to pay for everything while she was here, and it was Paris, she took the offer.

Opening one of her bags, she took out a camera. Adjusting and focusing, she snapped what she could and looked at them.

It was a proffessional camera, she was one of the best in highschool. Nowadays, she took wedding pictures, newborn ones, and even family ones.

However, here and there she would take a picture and then draw or sketch it out. It always made her relax. She had her sketchpad and a few pencils on hand.

They slowed down and she looked up in front of her. There it was, her fathers home away from home. He had several throughout the world. It looked more modern compaired to the rest of the city, kinda stuck out like a really sore thumb.

As she got out of the car, she just stood there, no ne really to greet her, say how much they missed her, nothing. Walking up and opening the door, it was one things after another in what looked to be the living room area.