Married To Mr.Wrong

•Mr.Wrong•

"You're free to go. Outside the building is a car to take you home. I don't want the press to see you." Evan says he walks out the door.

"Great." I say as I turn to leave. "You have to come back tomorrow." Evan says. "What? Why?" I ask.

"Press. Are you stupid or something?" My eyes twitch at this. "No...I'm not stupid." I reply.

"Just hurry up and leave, my drivers get paid the more time they take." Evan says. I scoff as I enter the elevator.

I head down to the lobby and quickly make it into the car. I already saw people outside trying to take pictures of me.

The car drove off as I looked out the window. This was still the city I lived in...but for some reason...it seemed different.

I quickly step into my home and sigh. On this perfect day...my life had to be ruined by one simple guy.

I don't know him...I should probably look him up. I take out my laptop and search up the name Evan Fong.

..."Game designer for a huge company...Fong Movie productions...wow." For a rude person like him, he sure knows the key to success.

I sigh and turn on the tv...people are still obsessing over me...I cannot believe that he dragged me into this mess!

I have places to go! People to see! And he is just holding me back! I swear if the paparazzi finds out where I live...I will kill him.

Later that night I couldn't even sleep properly because of what was going on in my head! Which leads to me having to wake up early.

None of this would have happened if he had just came clean about that lie. And because of that...I have to suffer...

Anyway...I entered the building quickly and I was escorted to Evan's office. There stood Evan and another business man.

"Miss Y/n! Nice of you to drop in! Actually we have something planned for you and Mr. Fong. You both have a photo shoot for the engagement photos." The man says.

"Wait right now?" I ask. "Oh don't worry, we have a wardrobe crew for you...actually here is your wardrobe dresser! Marcel!" A guy walks in with plenty of sass and stares at me.

"Boo are you trying to give me a heart attack?!? Mama Marcel will get you fixed up." Marcel drags me away.

He drags me into this room filled with beautiful dresses and clothing. "Honey...all this will go on you. Try this."

He hands me a red dress that goes to my mid thigh. It felt pretty comfortable. "Don't just stand there! Try it on!"

Marcel pushes me into a changing room and I quickly changed into the dress. I came out and Marcel had a look of surprise.

"It's perfect on you! Now I need make up and hair! Brian! Arlan!" These two guys came in. "Hi I'm Brian and I will be your makeup artist. And this is Arlan and he will be your hair stylist." Brian says in an Irish accent.

They got to work on me. After a while I was done but they wouldn't show me what I looked like.

We drove to the photoshoot place and when Evan saw me, his eyes went wide..."All I have to say is...you actually look decent now."