Stories of Love

The Abominable Groom

Tap tap tap.

Clack.

Tap. tap.

Tap. Tap. Clack. Clack. Tap. Tap.

And the sound continued as she kept running, pushing past her exhaustion, not knowing where she was going.

She was desperate, and she needed a hiding place. Somewhere she could escape those two madman dressed in a black security suit, who stopped at nothing to retrieve her back to the clutching hands of her nonsense grandmother.

You see, honestly speaking, she was raised good by her grandmother, as a replacement for not having both her parents since young age. She was all obedient, aristocratic, and sumptuous with all the things her Nana had provided for her. She was the perfect granddaughter any grandmother like hers ever wanted to have.

She was grateful, truly grateful. But that didn't mean she would actually go along with this wicked plan.

She wasn't about to go and marry unknown man in trade for her fortune that she had consumed. No way.

"ACK!" She swore under her ragging breath when she accidentally hit the wrong pavement and stumbled.

She looked back to see if her two bodyguard that her grandmother had so lovingly prepared for her had finally caught up or not.

She released a relieved sigh when she saw no one approaching from behind her.

Trushh.

And that was when she realized she was already soak to the bone because of the rain. And what's more, the rain didn't seem to be getting friendly with her by the state of its heavy, angry pour.

"Dammit!"

Don't tell her that the rain actually wanted her to be back to her grandmother too?

She didn't even realized it had been raining outside, and even if she had, she wouldn't even care. That much was shown on how wet and clingy her dress suddenly felt, on her skin. She felt so tired, so filthy, and extremely pissed.

Oh Gosh she hated it all.

Now the freezing temperature outside had begun to bite through her body, sending chills all over her. Where was she now? She didn't even know. The street wasn't as crowded as the main road where she had taken off from and the short bridge on her right was definitely not familiar. She'd never gone to this neighborhood.

Great, she was lost. All by herself. She thought as she sank down the edge of the sidewalk, too frustrated to even think.

She was sure everyone who noticed her here would instantly thought she was some stranded, crazy person who ran away from an asylum wearing a peculiar white wedding dress. And where was the cab when she needed them? Obviously nowhere to be found.

There gone her last hope of getting out of this unknown place.

"Miss, are you alright?"

She snapped to her left when she felt and heard someone, as he was crouching down a few feet from her.

A man in a black tux that hung neatly to his six feet tall body, with a scrawny looking brown hair, holding an umbrella to his height to prevent him from getting wet.

He was handsome. Strikingly so. She kind of hoped her to-be-mate was going to be this handsome too.

But he's definitely a jerk.

Because he refused to even let her share his umbrella even for an inch, and practically just let her got rained down in complete ignorance.

Yeah, who ever said ignorance is a bliss? She definitely didn't feel that way.