Arranged Love (DISCONTINUED)

The Best Suit and The Perfect Wedding Dress

SORRY SORRY SORRY! LATE UPDATE, I KNOW! FORGIVE ME! LOTS OF STUFF GOING ON!

Enjoy!

Kristen's POV

The following day, after everyone showered, got dressed and ate breakfast in a short amount of time, we've planned to split up in order for Patricia and Ron to look for an appropriate outfit for their wedding.

The plan was, the girls and I would go to my mother's bridal store in downtown Rome on the Mercedes, while Nathan and Ron go on a quest to find an Armani or Dolce & Gabana store somewhere on scooters hidden in the garage (those same things my mom and dad used when they went around the city together without me because it was, quote, 'Too dangerous for a child to ride a motorcycle'). But since Patricia was concerned over the abundance of women on our side and the lack of men on the other, she wanted one of the girls to go with the boys to even it out.

I volunteered to go with the boys but she made a point about me being the store owner's daughter and that I was her only way in so... that was obviously a hard no.

Nathan was disappointed, to say the least.

I mean, if you count him whining and pouting like a five-year-old who lost his toy, to which Patricia flicked him upside the head then yeah, he was pretty disappointed.

Jess then stepped in when she saw Nathan about to cuss the bride out, offering her services to join the boys on their quest to find a suit. She told us not to worry about the style of the suit since she's handled a lot of weddings before. And she knows what kind of suit Patricia would let Ron wear.

Patricia was okay with this and once everything was settled, everyone went out the door and got into the vehicles we were assigned to.

I was the designated driver of the car as Patricia sat beside me by the passenger's seat while Jackie sat at the back.
We bid a farewell to the boys and Jess whom got on the scooters and drove out to the streets of Rome.

"Is the store even gonna be open today? I thought you said it was closed or something?" Patricia asked once we entered the freeway, placing her sunglasses securely on her nose.

"Yeah but I asked Becky if she could call the place and open it just for us so we're good to go." I replied, the harsh sun making me squint in its bright ray of light.

Patricia noticed this and grabbed the Ray Bans from the dashboard, placing it gently on me as she tried not to block my view of the road. "Who's Becky again?" She asked as she sat back on the leather seat.

"My mother's assistant."

"Wait, you told your mom's assistant?! K! She might tell your mom about the whole thing and ask quest---"

"Don't worry!" I quickly interjected, "I already told her, begged her actually, not to mention anything to my mother. I asked for a favour."

"And how can you be sure we could trust her? She sees your mom almost every single day for the past how many years... what if she panics and tells her?"

"Relax, Pat. We can trust her. She always covers up for me whenever I did something my mother wouldn't approve of. She was the first person to find out about my unsupervised trip on a yatch when I was 16 and didn't tattle on me."

"Oh yeah..." Jackie jumped in the conversation from the back seat, "I remember that! It was all over the news. I think TMZ covered that story on TV and made fun of you because you hung out with those snotty rich kids from beverly hills. Didn't Hellen found out because the paparazzi posted pictures online?"

I sighed, nodding. "Yup. I heard a mouthful from her when I got home. She put me on lock down for the whole summer." I said, remembering the look on my mother's face when I told her I drank beer for the first time and the reason why I went on that stupid yatch was because I couldn't stand being in the house that reminded me of my deceased father.