Conquering Love...

Chapter 2 - Part 2

Getting ready for the wedding. It was seven in the evening, a day after we reached the Westinlake resort. After hours of deciding and then rejecting, what to wear, i finally chose a beautiful black, strapless gown which i bought on my trip to New York an year ago. I was just about to apply makeup, when my phone rang. "hi, Isabella, so wassup? Is it true you have gone to Westinlake to campaign for Claire ma'am?", it was Vincent the moron.

Gosh, i can't believe the big sticky nose on his face!

"what makes you think that she is even contesting the elections? she retired two years ago, remember?", i retorted. There's no way i'm gonna tell him anything, anyway, he can't even keep his mouth shut.

"Oh, c'mon Isabella, don't hide stuff from your buddy! I know okayy, so just relax!", he said, addressing me as Isabella just to piss me off.

"fine, whatever! now do you mind, Vince? i'm doing something here!", i snapped.

"okay dear.. peace. By the way, wanted to tell that i did tarot cards on you last night, watch out for frenemies!".

Huh??

But before i could ask anything, he disconnected the call. I shrugged and went about doing my business. In another half an hour, i was ready.

Grandma was already standing in the lobby, looking as gorgeous as ever. Some people just don't age.. i sighed.

We both sat in the limo, and left for the venue. "so gran, are you sure you'll stand for the election, they gonna give the ticket to you?", i asked her for like the hundredth time.

"yes dear, i'm 100% sure", she replied, "heyy you should have pinned up your hair properly, so untidy it looks!", she remarked, "and why have cut it so short?"

"it's the half-blown rose-bud cut, gran", i showed off excitedly, "it brings out my cheek bones, enhances the pointiness of my chin, shows off my neck, and makes my eyes twinkle!". At least that's what my hairstylist tells me every month. I don't know why the guys at Imagine studios think that he attacks me randomly with a pair of gardening shears. Whatever! at least it's a refreshing change from my long tresses.

"looks like Half-mad Full-crack cut to us!", exclaimed gran, "must've shelled out 1000 bucks for it".

Since i paid 2000 for it, i thought it's better to keep quiet, lest i wanted to hear another lecture on saving money.

We reached the wedding place just in time. Grandma heaved herself out of the car and said, "c'mon isabella, let's do some snooping. We'll find out who the opposition party is fielding."

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The house was beautifully decorated. Tiny, twinkling lights were hanging on the house and the trees. It was a garden party. We saw the bride and the groom standing on grand stage, having their photo clicked with the who's who of politics, film stars, industrialists etc.

Gran was in no hurry to meet them. After asking a few whispered questions from the people around, she finally found the VVVIP area. She marched there regally, like a guided missile and i scurried behind her walking through hordes of Ugly-People-Mafia.

I never understood what's the real reason. Do ugly people join politics and make it look ugly or nice looking people join it and become ugly because politics is soo ugly and murky?

In a few minutes, gran and i arrived at the table where all the top people of her party were sitting. Everyone greeted her politely and she introduced me to them. "Victoria's daughter!", she said winking at the Party's president. Oh so he is the one, whom gran wanted my mother to marry. "hello!", i said lamely. "what a lovely lady we have with us!", he smiled, "welcome to the party!".

I made some silly excuse, and left gran there talking with her colleagues. God, i'm starving! I just cannot keep myself from eating more at weddings. Such delightful aromas everywhere! I looked around..... find something to stuff your mouth with, Iz!!

Finally i saw a line of ladies chattering happily near, a chicken grill stall. Ahhh.... yumm...

I headed in that direction, joined the line, picked up a plate, and stood there waiting for my turn. The line in front of me dispersed and i came face to face to the waiter-type behind the grill. WOW, he was one hot waiter!