Cinderella Who

Chapter Twenty

"Are you going to their wedding?" I asked Peter, walking aimlessly in the hallways.

We both were walking in the hallways pointlessly after what had happened with Asher and Serena, plus the betrayal. The hallways felt deserted, empty—just like my heart. I had recently lived like a zombie, not even nurturing my own hygiene. However, Peter was acting differently. He seemed annoyed by everything, but I received a nerve wrecking atmosphere around him.

"No." He answered firmly, but soon he returned to his temporary antsy self.

"Why?" I questioned him with an eyebrow lifted. "You're his best friend."

"I don't approve of their relationship," He said firmly as I nodded along his words. "No matter how much I wanted for them to match up perfectly."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I questioned him again, widening my eyes.

"Nah, nothing. My mind's a wreck sometimes." He quickly covered up his previous words, talking gibberish.

I sighed deeply at the thought again. The thought of them getting married, but I somehow didn't agree and I was having conflicts within me. I said, "Just wish them a blessing or something. He's still your best friend."

He stopped his footsteps, causing me to follow his actions as well. He whirled around to face me and bounced his chocolate bangs. He asked me, "Haven't you told him?"

"I did." I answered him almost immediately, averting my gaze away afterwards.

"So...why would you say that?" He asked me again, causing me to stiffen. I regretted it, I regretted it so much. But, I had no power to do reverse it. I might as well give them my blessing.

Shrugging off that thought, I told him, "I think they're well suited for each other."

"Wha-why?" He stuttered in shock, widening his eyes.

"No reason," I shrugged off his question. "If you go, please send them my regards."

"I won't, Taylor," He told me. "I heard that you're having a feast with your grandmother on the exact same day as the wedding."

Utterly shocked, I stuttered, "H-How did y-you know t-that?"

"What? Am I not welcomed?" He replied with questions, not answering my question.

"How did you find out?" I asked him, repeating myself.

He chuckled and said, "I have my sources."

It all turned into an awkward silence and I gulped my throat. He broke the silence, "So...can I come?"

"What?"

"Can I come to your annual feast?"

Should I invite him or not? I said, "You've practically invited yourself to another's feast party. Yes, you may."

His lips curved into a warm smile and he said, "Thank you."

***

Therefore I declared, Asher was a cold guy. Even right after that incident we had had, he looked jolly as ever. Wearing a Christmas-themed sweater, a red woolen sweater embroidered with white threads to be exact, he was having a great time receiving positive comments on his wedding. A couple of guys and girls were lingering around him talking about his newly-wed and his bride—the evil serpent.