Marry the Night

Chapter 1

New story! Let me know if it's worth continuing, a little different from my other stories but give it a chance!

Life is very interesting... in the end, some of your greatest pains, become your greatest strengths." - Drew Barrymore

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"I cannot believe you!".

I let out and embarrassed cry whilst scrambling for tissue paper, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of my forehead as though reminding me of my need to be nervous. As though the woman currently venting before me wasn't good enough.

"I'm so sorry ma'am", even I could make out the trembling of my voice as I tried to wipe the remnants of the coffee I had spilt, all over the table and her expensive looking cashmere sweater.

"You should be!" She snapped irritably snatching the tissue paper away from me rather forcefully, dabbing at the white fabric before letting out a huff. I watched as she angrily ran a hand through her platinum blonde hair and blew out a breath from her sticky pink lips, her foundation poorly concealing a small bruise forming at the nape of her neck, perhaps...

"Is there a problem ma'am?" I was snapped out of my reverie as my boss, Randall Aiken, finally sauntered over.

"This waitress" the woman spat, clearly displeased, "Cannot properly deliver to me a cup of coffee without practically disintegrating my sweater".

In another circumstance I would've laughed.

"I'm so sorry to her that ma'am" Randy placed a hand apologetically near to hers "I'll get you another one along with a complimentary carrot cake, baked by me" Randy winked.

The woman swooned, she leant forward clucking her tongue, probably what she deemed as flirtatious.

"And perhaps a number with that?"

Randy chuckled glancing down at the diamond on her left hand "wouldn't want to be a home wrecker now would we?"

It was no wonder the woman had taken a liking to Randy. Even in his mid 30's you could see he had been a heartbreaker when he was my age. He maintained a tousled look to his caramel brown hair, which was cut to suit his strongly defined jaw. His eyes were an ever glowing hazel, but at times green, interweaving uniquely to create an ambience of colour. And let's not forget the infamous Randy smile, pearly whites all around.

The woman giggled stiffly as though she'd just remembered the vows she had exchanged.

Randy glanced at me "Aurora, please get this nice woman some more coffee and a large slice of cake". I nodded mutely, before heading towards the counter of Randy's coffee store: Granule. It was a name all the staff had debated changing over the course of the past years, but Randy's dry sense of humour wouldn't allow it.

I was met with an amused smile as I sidled behind the counter, thrusting a coffee cup underneath the machine.

"Butterfingers perhaps?"

"Shut up you inbred" I tried to hide my smile.

"There goes your tip". I contemplated continuously beating my best friend, Rosie Adams, but instead concentrated on slicing the carrot cake.

"Rosie" I turned to her whilst balancing a plate of carrot cake in one hand and a steaming cup of Cappuccino in the other, "I really hate you"

She feigned hurt "So our friendship has been based on a lie?"

"Yep, Curtis is my favourite". Another one of my coworkers at Granule, Curtis, looked up at having heard his name.

"I guess I'll just eat that lasagne my grandmother is making especially for tonight when you come round" Rosie shrugged nonchalantly, whilst preparing what looked like a caramel macchiato.