The Wedding Planner (Sample only)

Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

            It has been exactly a week since I went to that florist shop and met the kind and cute looking florist, Aiden. That was sweet of him, but I won’t let my guard down just for a man. I’ve come to learned what men want from women and there’s only one; sex. It was something I pick up from Josh and I’s divorce.

            Believe it or not, Josh and I were married. We were young and stupid back then; at least I was and Josh knew exactly what he was doing. I wasn’t a virgin when I met him; I’ve lost it to one of my high school boyfriend at the night of junior prom. He was sweet and gentle; he knew I was a virgin. But not 3 months after I lost my v-card, we broke up. Him stating that there are no sparks anymore and that he would always love me and all that.

            When I met Josh though, I’ve told him that  I wanted to save myself and I hope that whatever kind of relationship we would have, is not only base from the want of desire. He completely understood and agreed, or so I thought.

            He popped the question 8 months after we started dating saying he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of my life with me. I was only 20 then and I agreed to him. I told my brother and Lucas about it but they weren’t too happy about it. I don’t think my parents know about it until this day, I mean it’s not like they care. They have yet to find me or to file a missing person case when I flew to New York and disappear without any traces or notes left for them. It just proves my theory that they don’t care and are too busy with work or sometimes travelling in expensive cruises which they own.

            My brother and Lucas gave in eventually as long as Josh treats me well. But I knew deep down, they still weren’t too fond of it. We got married few weeks after he popped the question. We decided to get married in a small church in London. It was nothing big since neither of us could afford much even though Josh was a working man. From what I’ve heard though, he was only an art teacher who wasn’t paid so well.

            The church was small; but the interiors of the church were lavishly like. I don’t know if the interiors were costly or not, but it sure does look like I could pay my college fee for the whole 4 years. The church is what the usual catholic church looks like; it has beautiful colourful glasses and the whole church were coloured in white, symbolizes purity.

            Even if it was a simple wedding, I refused to walk down the aisle if I wasn’t dressed properly as a bride in a white dress and a veil or maybe a tiara and if Josh isn’t dressed in tux and a tie. So with our non-existence bank account, we managed to purchase a second hand dress, a veil and a tux for josh. The only witnessed to our wedding though, was the priest and Lucas. My brother couldn’t be there since he had business to handle. Business my ass, he just couldn’t see that his sister is married at such a young age.

            It was almost a year later I realized how stupid I was. And the realization that slapped me hard was the fact that I caught Josh and a woman on what used to be our bed getting it on, screaming and moaning out loud. I was stood at the doorway, frozen. Believe me, I tried to move but I couldn’t. It wasn’t until a sob came out of my mouth the two of them realized someone was watching them.

            “I can explain.” Josh said. But I just slapped him and without a word I packed all my things and left him for good, without anymore second glances. That was the last time I met or heard from Josh. Lucas wasn’t happy when he found out but did help me filed the divorce paper and asked Josh to sign.

            My heart aches when I think of the divorce. As much as I hate to admit, I have yet to move on from him and he still has the effect on me. And I hate myself every single day for it. I too hate myself to ever fall for his charm; should have known that he was a good nothing player. I was too caught up in my thought that I was oblivious someone has open the door.

            So when someone called out a “Hey” from behind, I jumped and shrieked in surprise. I have been home alone since the day after I met the florist, Lucas was out of town for business trip and I wasn’t expecting him to come home today. Okay, maybe I was but I was too caught up in work and my past that I forget about it.

            “A little warning next time Lucas. I nearly died.” I glared at him to which he just chuckled and rolled his eyes.

            He let out a sigh, “You’re too dramatic sometimes, and do you know that?”

            I shoved him playfully but he just continue chuckling, “I’m glad my near to death experience is very amusing too you. You’re just a great friend.”

            “Sarcasm, my friend, is the lowest form of wit.” He paused when his eyes caught on the flower sitting by his grand piano before they twinkle in amusement, “From your secret admirer?”

            I snorted unattractively, yeah right, like I have any admirer. “I bought it from one of Aiden’s shop.”

            “Aiden the florist?”

            “You knew him?”

            “Everyone does. He owns almost the entire city with branches located all over the world, yet he is known as down to earth and selfless man. He has a hobby of planting and watching plant grows, thus explains the florist shop.” He explained.

            Well, at least there’s man other than Lucas and my brother who is cocky and arrogant. So I just nodded in understanding. We sat in silent before I broke it.

            “I met Josh.” I whisper, barely audible. I don’t know if Lucas heard it, but it seems like he did as his eyes harden and his jaw clenched.

            “What did he want?” he said through his gritted teeth.

            “Nothing; we met in a coffee shop, had a little chit chat. Apparently he is engaged and is getting married in 2 months. No big deal.” I said as if it doesn’t matter to me. But of course it does, it hurts to think that whatever we had doesn’t even matter to him and I was just one of his play toys who is stupid and easily fooled.

            But Lucas see through my lies easily, geez, this guy knows me better than I know myself. His expression softens and he sighs. “I know you’re not okay with this. You don’t have to pretend and mask your emotions; at least not with me.”

            I know I need to get away from this conversation; I’m not ready to talk about it and ‘mask my true emotion’. So I did the only thing I consider right, though I know I would regret it when I see Lucas’ hurt expression. I walked away and went into my bed mumbling a good night. As soon as I hit the bed and the pillow I dozed off into a dreamless sleep.