Not Prince Charming (Completed)

29 - tomorrow

Hey guys, we are a few chapters away from ending Not Another Cinderella Story and I just want to say thanks for staying by this book and reading it.

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“What now? I just can’t figure it out.”
~What now by (Rihanna)

“You guys know we are already running late, right?” Hadid, who is already dressed up in a black three-suit and white long-sleeve, announces as he steps into my room, where Wesley is applying Felicity’s makeup on her face.

No way in hell did I know he could do that, nor did I believe him when he told me we didn’t need a make-up artist yesterday. I laughed and shoved him out of my way as I was already late for a psychology class, but he caught me by my hand and when I glanced up at him, he gave me a very serious look.

I then told him he’d have to first show me as the wedding was tomorrow and I wasn’t prepared to have my mother look like a Disney witch on her wedding day. So after we were done with the decoration of the house, we all came inside together and Wesley went to his room and brought out his make-up kit. It was a big box that got even bigger when he opened it.

It didn’t make sense, so I asked why he never told me or Hadid or even hinted at it all these months he’s been here.

Then he told us his mother was a make-up artist and that he’d learnt everything from her while he was growing up and was going to pursue the dream, but the dream died when his father found out. In Wesley’s own words. He had an empire and his only son was going to run it.

But no one is running the empire now since his father practically disowned him months ago.

He also told us he was also scared we’d make fun of him, just like his friends had done in the past. They called him cheeky and a girl to the point he had to give hide his make-up kit and then told them he had destroyed it.

Anyway, Wesley was amazing with his art of makeup because when he was done, I looked like a goddess.

“Give us 3 minutes,” Wesley requests, now applying a little blush on mom’s face.

“I’ll tell the driver three more minutes and this is will be the last time I’m going there to push the time.” He says before walking away.

“Is three minutes enough?” I asked in a sceptical tone of voice.

He glances at me and smirks. “I’m already done.” He says before a guilty smile covers his face.

“Then why did you say three more minutes?”

“I wanted to piss him off.” He chuckles and walks over to my bed to pick up his black suit before shrugging it on.

“You’re a horrible person.”

He winks at me. “You would not have me another way. But you’ve got to admit it is funny.”

We hurriedly made our way outside. “We are already late and there is no cutting around it. We needed to hurry, so Alex doesn’t end up thinking his soon-to-be wife changed her mind.” I say as we reach where the car.

“I’ve been singing that song for 20 minutes now. No one seemed to have cared,” Hadid answers, with a frown settling on his face.

Wesley puts his hand on Hadid’s shoulder, “Oh Hadid, that’s because you’re a horrible singer.”

Hadid slaps his hand off and glares at Wesley, who can’t help chuckling like a crazy person while Hadid shoves him away.

I and mom enter the limo and I yell, “Get in guys.” at the two little children still standing outside.