𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 | 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄

bachelorette | five in the morning

'good morning too.'

A D A M
(few weeks later ; Orlando, Florida)

    For the past few weeks, I noticed that Amour never sleep in the same room with me - every tour - she started to be distant and never talk to me, or to the guys. Her giggles while her eyes were focusing on her phone made me think what the hell is going on. Shit. I'm not even thinking about her dating somebody.

5:23 am. God, I'm confused. I only wake up early... when there's something in my mind. I threw my blanket over a side and got up. My hair was tied up into a bun as I walked out of my room. Wow, she's awake. I walked up into the coffee maker as she sipped on her coffee.

"The girl left already."
"Good morning too."

     "I wasn't even planning to greet you," she muttered as she got up from the couch. "Oh yeah, she thought we're dating so I made her taste my fist. I know, it doesn't sound so pleasing. I'm bored so I gave her a shot." Gave her a shot, literally. I mentally rolled my eyes at her attitude. "I know what the hell are you thinking."

"Are you hanging out with someone later? Because, I'm not." I asked. I heard her scoff.

"Surprising, but, no. I'm gonna stay in my room all day." She replied. "Speaking of which, don't be surprised when you're gonna hear something inside my roo-" the doorbell rung. "Oh, what the hell. We're not even screaming in the morning." When she walked into the door, I sighed. I don't know how did she turn into cold-hearted person. I'm not scared, I'm worried.

"Okaaaay," she said, dragging the 'a'. "It's frigging five in the morning and somebody gave this baby. I wonder what's inside. Can you pass me the knife?"

     "What?"

     "I'm gonna open this, I'm not gonna ruin my finger nails." I grabbed a knife, but didn't pass it to her. "Hey!"

"I'm pretty sure you don't want to ruin your hand too, I'm gonna do it." I opened the package, removing the tape. Just when I opened it, the first thing that I've seen was mint green box. Somebody's courting her? From the other side of the world?

"Oh, it says "to Adam", wait, is somebody courting you?" She asked with her joking grin. I love that Amour. But, I don't like her when she's making fun of me. I took the box out of the package and saw the same thing, but it's not for me, it's for her. "Oh, it's for me too." She picked it up and both of us examined it before she opened hers.

I glanced at Amour, but when I looked up at her, disbelief was written on her face. "What the fuck?" Silence. "I'm so fucking disappointed right now." She stomped her way to her room, leaving her stuff behind. There's something written on her invitation,

"Together with their families
Ashley Janette Santana
and
Jacques Paul LeVoire - Kean
request the pleasure of your company
at the celebration of their marriage

Friday, the fifth of August
two thousand sixteen
at half past four in the afternoon"

     Jack, the youngest LeVoire. He could be stubborn but... he's gonna face his biggest fear: his sister.