Marrying Lucas Hernandez

Chapter 1

                       Marrying Lucas Hernandez

                    ( Josephine Skriver as Jessian ⬆)

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Jessian~

"Lucas Hernandez, you mean the great Lucas Hernandez?"

My best friend Jena rejoiced after I told her about the numerous "arranged marriage plans" my family was making for me. Lucas Hernandez was the guy they thought would be suitable for me.

My thoughts? A womaniser can never win over. He can win over any girl's body, not mine.

"Yes, Lucas Hernand-"

"From Vatican FC, soon to be captain, the future of Spanish football, the face of our sporting industry, the footballer of the year contender,"

"Okay. Stop." I had to shout at my highest pitched voice because Jena won't stop blabbering. She has always had this thing for footballers, especially spanish one's. The tall, dark and handsome types. I've heard her say this name so many times and surprisingly, she has been the one crying and sobbing whenever he changed a girlfriend, even though she's happily married. Cut to today, she is the one telling me that my family's decision of taking decisions on my behalf is correct.

"Jess, he's such a god."

"Jena, he's no god."

"Jess"

"Jen"

"J"

"J" we both said in unison. Our phone conversations can be very hard for both of us. They always have been. I mean, how do you expect two loud speakers, two equally arrogant and stubborn fighters to fight over a phone call? Our phone call ended when both of us got pissed and hung up.

Why doesn't she understand?

"Jessian, ten more minutes until we are ready." I heard my manager Sophie say from outside. I was currently shooting for a magazine. I was going to be on the cover of this magazine for the third time in a row.

"I'm coming." I said as I looked at myslef at te mirror and checked my make up one last time.  I went out to see the whole set up was great. We had a royal theme for this shoot and I wore a Victorian style gown. It was huge. My hair were done accordingly and I was told that this shoot had to be all about drama. I took my place and gave some poses.

After about fifteen minutes, the photographer got some good shots and I was done for the day. I went back to my van and changed into my clothes and checked my phone. I had 30 missed calls, all from Dad.

Gosh, not again. I know he must be asking me to meet Grandpa's friend's grandson. Ughhh, why do I love granpa so much..!

I quickly texted back with a "I'm on my way."

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I reached home and before I could even step in, I was told to go change, freshen up, wear something elegant and come down as soon as possible.

How the hell can I do so many things and hurry at the same time?

I took my time and changed into something presentable. Well everything in my closet is presentable! I picked anything randomly because honestly, I knew what my family had in mind and I didn't want that to happen.

I applied minimalist make up and went down.

"Granna..!" I went and hugged my grandpa. Grandpa turns eighty day after tomorrow and we have a huge party planned for him. Granna gestured me to sit next to him and I saw his friend, Valentino Hernandez sitting in front. I was taken aback. I mean, Valentino Hernandez was Spanish royalty, not literally but still, he had the name, the fame, his company was spread all round the globe. I had only seen him in pictures. And maybe once when I was really small.