Rank #89 in Chicklit March 12, 2016 ----
'Prank you?' he scoffed. 'You must be joking, my Sweet Rose.'
He leaned towards me, but I guess it wasn't enough for he stood up, motioned our personal waiter to take the two chairs that parted us and pla...
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Oh, God. He knows my name! He knows my name!
Wait. Why does that stranger know my name?
I asked myself that a couple of times already since I returned in my guest suite. After having myself treated inside that clinic -slash- spa, I thought I wouldn't get haunted by thoughts of that manipulative guy, but I guess I was wrong.
God, his glittery face kept on poking at my brain telling me to do this and to do that. What the heck! Who is that man anyway? Why does he boss me around and why does he know my name?
There, I asked it again...
Anyway, I am standing now in front of a full-length mirror assessing myself. Many of my friends say that I am gifted with a curvaceous body. They said to flaunt them whenever necessary and to flaunt them with the right dress. That's the reason why I'm wearing a white lace knee-length dress now. The neckline is low but just enough to provide a small peek of my cleavage... just enough that I look presentable and at the same time glamorous. Since I am the organizer of the reception and not the bride, I chose to be as modestly dressed as I can be.
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Why choose white you may ask? That's because it is the color motif of the wedding: all white or silvery.
I wore no jewels except for a thick silver bracelet and stud earrings. Like I said, I am the organizer. No one would care to mingle with me in the party which by the way starts thirty minutes from now.
