Loving The Prince (#1 in The Forbidden Love Series) (Hiatus)

12. These Are Disgusting

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12. These Are Disgusting

A week, it had been one whole week without even one word from Zander, no calls, visits or even random moments where we met on the street. It's like he left the country to run away from me or maybe Florence killed him or Florence was the reason he decided to do a runner.

I was in the dressing room trying on a bridesmaid dress they were all disgustingly pink. I hated it, we all looked like we had been picked from the garden, the adults had pink whilst the children had an orange, all disgusting colours.

We all came out and looked like something a little child would pick out thinking it was cool when in reality it was actually disgusting.

"Perfect." Florence squealed even the workers seemed a little disgusted by the dresses she had picked out.

"These are disgusting." I told her, I was definitely not wearing these.

"What would you pick out then?" Florence asked crossing her arms clearly annoyed.

I looked around until I found some black slit dress up to a bit under the thigh, and two smaller black ones with sequins and a bow.

"These." I told her.

I gave everybody one with there size and passed the children's parent's the dresses to try them on. Kendra looked like a mermaid in the orange, it didn't suit her at all.

We all came back 5 minutes alter wearing the black dresses.

"Amazing." Mostly all the bridesmaids said as they looked at them selves in the mirror.

"But you'd rather go with pink." Florence said showing them again.

"I think we should have a vote." I told her, I knew the black would win instantly.

All the hands went up for the black dress and none for the morbidly disgusting orange and pink. This girl got some disgusting tastes I tell you. We all left the shop and Kendra wanted to have a sleepover at my apartment, she wa going back to france in a couple of days and I would certainly miss her.

Axel was watching a film when Kendra jumped on him.

"Axel." She screeched at him.

"Kendra." he smiled at her and placed her on his knee.

They were always both good to each other, Kendra practically loved Axel, maybe that's the only reason she wanted to come. To hang out with Axel. They were like the annoying inseparable siblings who always tried a way of annoying someone. Maybe that's why they're such good friends, a six year old and twenty two year old having a weird friendship.

Kendra had surprisingly fallen asleep, probably tired after trying the multiple disgusting orange dresses. The memories making me internally ill.

My sister had the worst taste in fashion in the entire world.

My holidays were coming up and Axel was leaving for France soon. I would miss him but I felt even more scared to spend a whole week with Zander. I just wanted to hide like a child.

I took Kendra into my own room and she fell asleep whilst I was on my laptop. Half way through I hadn't realised but I was on an article about Zander and Florence expecting me to get married soon.

If only I could fire these reporters. Or whoever thought of the idea.

"I'm hungry." Kendra slurred. She was awake but tired.

"What do you want to eat?" I carried her getting up from the bed.

"McDonalds." I groaned but agreed.

"Should we get Axel to come." I asked her.

"No, I want Zander." She said at least she knew his name, I gulped and signed at her.

I decided to not hide from him and rang him.

"El." He said tired.

"Sorry to wake you, but Kendra wanted to go McDonalds with uh you and me." I told him. "You do..." I told him but got interrupted.

"See you in 20 minutes." He hanged up before I could say anything.

I put on some leggings and tank and put Kendra's jacket on as it was cold and a sweater for myself as I couldn't find my coat and I'm super lazy.

We heard the doorbell go off and Kendra was in my arms.

"Come on." Zander said and took Kendra off of me. He was so sweet, I missed him, a week of not talking had just driven me to near insanity.

Zander put her at the back and before I could open the passenger door, he opened it for me letting out a smirk. His smirk kills me every time, how I could look and stare at his impeccable features.

"How have you been?" He asked.

"Good and you." I asked back.

"Same." Where we going to have awkward conversations like this. It made me angry and want to scream and shout.

"Guessing your father told you what was said." I asked him, still not making eye contact into his candy green eyes.

"He has and I want to go against him but I want you to be happy." In the end he wanted me to always be happy, he was putting his feelings aside of my own.

Making me like him even more. Damn.