The Wedding Planner. (Lee Pace Fanfic)(ON HOLD)

Chapter 23. Agony

"And there she is!" David Letterman announced.

Suddenly people started whispering while people got out of their seats to take a picture. Reporters from outside barged in and started asking questions. It was chaotic, in the distance I can see Celine scowling at me as Lee clutched his head in frustration. But I knew I needed to do this, I was already deep in. Family has shunned me, people hate me. What do I got to lose?

"Lee," I called out making the whole room went from chaos to silent. Lee looked up at me, confused. I cleared my throat. "I got something to say..." I trailed off as I met a few eyes from the crowd. All microphones were on me. Video cameras were recording. Celine looked as if her head was about to burst from all the smoke coming out of her ears. Here goes everything,

"I love you,"

The whole room gasped. "Yes, I do love him Celine but you can't hate me for it. I love him because my heart  chooses him... I met Lee before you brought him to me as your husband," I explained and everyone was listening to me. "I... I... I met him at a grocery store where he made fun of my height. And for once in my life, I am glad that I am vertically challenged because if it wasn't for my shortness then Lee wouldn't have come up to me to reach the pasta on the top shelf," A few chuckles escaped the crowd but I took no notice. "Celine... You're my sister, if I could stop loving Lee then that would be great but I just can't... I tried distancing myself from him but it's so hard seeing the one you love... the only man you let in your life marry someone and in my case it was my sister," 

Tears were now falling from my eyes. "I know that you won't forgive me but I am not aski--" suddenly Celine cut me off as she abruptly stood up and shouted "You damn right about  that. Haven't you heard what you just said?" the whole crowd turned their head towards Celine in unison as all ears were on her now. "You're my sister--YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO ACT LIKE MY SISTER! I know that we had our differences and I was hoping once I get married I would be more mature so I can hang out with you more, hoping we could fix our sister relationship... I understand your situation that the man you love is getting married to another and I believe that a million other women are experiencing the same but only a few woman... very rare... and out of all the women in the world it had to be me, that I ended up with my sister--my own blood going behind my back! I have to go through my sister betraying me! So save your pity Charlie, in this story of ours, I am not the bad guy here... you are," 

More tears were falling from my eyes and Lee just sat there in the chair. Celine was also crying but then she immediately faced Lee and announced to everyone in the room but was talking to Lee, "Make your choice Lee... who do you choose me... or Charlie?!" her voice cold as ice. Lee's gaze traveled between me and my sister. Lee stood up as fixed his suit. 

"I choose Charlie," they were supposed to be words that would bring me utter happiness. I smiled through my tears when all of a sudden a person from the crowd threw a tomato in my face making it splat all over me making me gasp. Lee's jaw was dropped and Celine smirked evilly. 

"Boo! You whore!"

My smile long gone.

People from the crowd specifically were throwing things at me from food to trash, 

"Lee is mine Bitch!" one shouted.

"You just had to ruin everything!"

"You interrupted the wedding--now a talk show!?"

Some were mad that Lee chose me because when he called off the wedding some girls were thrilled to once know that Lee was single only to end up with me. 

Celine ran towards David Letterman, snatched his microphone and spoke "See Charlie! See all this, hear all the words? You deserve this!" Lee then tried taking the mic out of Celine's hands both were now in a little fight of tug of war. Cameras still flashed, reporters were talking quickly about the situation. I underestimated chaos. 

I tried my best not to break down into a sob in the middle of a media hurricane, I bit my lower lip as I tried not crying. I was basically frozen to the ground, but I had to because I knew that if I moved I would approach Lee and cry in his arms. Something I wouldn't do here.  People still threw things at me it was as if they had a never ending stock of food but as I turned my head I just found out that David Letterman's crew kept sacks of tomatoes in the backstage, now the crew was bringing out the tomatoes and I could see the producer of the show smiling and I could easily see that his eyes were forming the shape of dollar signs. 

I looked at Lee once more and he looked at me. Why hasn't he approached me yet?

I took a deep breath as I whispered to myself,

"I am a professional,"