The Untold Story of Elsa Delle (Jelsa)

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Chapter 17
Elsa's p.o.v

I had just finished my waitressing job for the day.

God I hope this record deal works out so I don't have to ever go back to waitressing.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, it was a text from Jack that read- Just because you've finished telling me my memories, doesn't mean you're getting rid of me, meet me outside the bar in 10

There's just no getting over him, even his texts make me smile like an idiot.

I walked to the bar and saw him standing outside, with a smirk planted on his lips.

"So What's up Frost?"

"We're going over there" he said and pointed across the road.

I looked over and saw he was pointing to a tailors that sold suits.

"You're going to help me pick out a tuxedo for the wedding"

"Why me?" I asked

"You do modelling, you're a girl, you'll know what to get" he smiled "come on" he said and jogged across the road, not giving me a choice.

I jogged after him and went into the shop "hey I didn't even agree"

"Well your here now so you may as well help" he smirked

I rolled my eyes and as I looked up I saw a tall guy, only a bit smaller than jack, with dark hair, who was really handsome, approach us.

"Hey Scott" said Jack

"Hello Frosty, finally getting your tux sorted then?" He spoke with a strong Irish accent and jack nodded in response.

"I've actually got to go now to meet someone, but you try on any thing you want and when you see one you like, just you leave it on the counter and come back in tomorrow so you can get it fitted. Here's the keys to lock up" he said and handed Jack the keys.

"Thanks"

"This your fiancé then? Wow ain't she just the prettiest picture"

"No we're just friends" I explained

"Well thank goodness for that, now I can give you my number" we winked at me and took out a piece of paper and started writing down his number.

"Seriously Scott?" Jack said sounding annoyed

"Why not?" He smiled, handed me the paper and said "you call me anytime darling" and then he left.

"So I'm guessing that's your friend?" I asked

"Yea, I wouldn't call him if I were you"

"Why?"

"He's uh... Um.... Just don't call him okay?" He said agitated

I didn't say anything and just started looking at the suits instead "here try these ones on"

"Fine" he said and walked over to the desk to put the keys down "thank god look what I found" he picked up a bottle of champaign

"Is clothes shopping really that torturing for you?" I raised an eyebrow

"Yes I hate it. Do you want some?"

"No I'm okay"

He shrugged his shoulder "more for me"

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Jack tried on different suits for hours, he was making a joke out of it and not taking it seriously.

Since he was rather drunk I got him to try on the weirdest looking suits ever and it was pretty dam hilarious, both of us seemed to laugh non stop.