Wedding Bell Hell

Chapter Two: Mr. Stone

Halfway through the dinner, Ameliah and I had downed a whole bottle of wine. The red wine at this party was exquisite. Ameliah and I were on our sixth glass of wine, when Ameliah's mother stood in front of us and crossed her arms.

"Please have a sense of dignity, young ladies. This is a wedding dinner, not a brothel." Her wide hips and slim waist looked stunning in a red gown. Mrs. DiVine was a stunning lady, but unfortunately, she knew it.

"We are just enjoying the lovely wine, Patricia." I smiled and took another sip of the wine. "We haven't done anything bad."

She stuck her nose up at me. "I consider binge drinking something bad, Ms. Bellerose. This is not good for your reputation as a wedding planner."

Ameliah stuck her finger at her mother. "Do not talk to her like that, Mother. Besides, she's in maid of honour mode."

"Once a wedding planner, always a wedding planner, dear." She grinned with her perfect white teeth. "It's a lonely career."

She walked away with a swish of her hips. I sighed and looked at Ameliah. That sobered me up really quick. "Your mother never fails to make me uncomfortable."

Ameliah sighed and put down her empty wine glass. "I cannot wait until I get married so I can finally move out."

Ameliah still lived with her mother because she was sworn a saint. Her mother was under the assumption that she hasn't slept with a man before, when in actuality that ship had sailed in twelfth grade.

Ahren came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I can't wait either." He kissed her cheek. "In the meantime, I will live in a great big house all by myself."

As I chuckled, a finger tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and my face dropped into shock as Benjamin stood in front of me looking as hot as ever. I pretended to yawn, fending off the drool that was surely making its way down my chin.

Ben smirked. "We haven't formally introduced ourselves. I'm Benjamin Stone, as you probably knew."

I chuckled and held out my hand, shaking his. "I did, but I'm Remi Bellerose, as you already knew."

He chuckled and said, "I know this probably sounds a little ambitious, but I curious to know if I can have your cell phone number."

I smiled, and crossed my arm holding my wine glass across my chest. "You're going to have to work for it, Mr. Stone."

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I looked over at Ben as he was talking to Ameliah and I, "I heard Ahren's mother talking about the wedding cake. How is it?"

"It tastes amazing. One of Ahren's friends is making the cake. She is amazing at what she does." Ameliah smiled. "It's chocolate and vanilla with strawberry filling."

I nodded. "It's exquisite."

"I had also heard of the great napkin debate." Ben chuckled, deep and smooth like chocolate coming out of a fountain. "I think the silk ones looked nicer."

Ameliah rolled her eyes and groaned. "Don't even get me started on the napkin debate. Our mothers went at it for hours."

I nodded. "It was terrifying. Silk and cotton was flying everywhere, earrings were getting taken out... it was going to turn into a blood bath."

A man came up behind me and tapped me on my bare shoulder. I turned my head and saw a younger man who looked like he was an elf. His ears were slightly pointed upward and his nose was small. His eyes were terrifyingly small and his lips were puckered outwards. I smiled politely at him and turned back to look at Ameliah.