Wedding Bells Won't Ring

Wedding Bells Won't Ring Ch. 7

Author's Note: Hey guys, so the ball has begun! Keep in mind that this chapter kinda sets itself up for what comes up next so be warned, if you’re completely disappointed afterwards… sorry but you wanted to read it. (Just kidding, love you guys!)

Alejandro:

As Alejandro finished combing his hair back, his mind was racking on something quite troublesome… as in Heather. His family certainly hadn't expected their youngest son having been almost completely burned to a crisp by the "quote on quote" hottest thing on. the. planet. And even after that, was placed into a robot suit to “heal” (and to cover up the whereabouts of himself and possible lawsuits).

The only person who found this extremely amusing was José. Only after 2 weeks out of the hospital, and José started with the insults and ridicule to no end. Then again, he had a reason this time around. Never in the history of his family, had someone outside their own relatives been able to out-manipulate them at anything. But it had happened, that day up on the volcano. The heat must have gotten to his head, or he would have seen it coming long before it could even start. Maybe then, he could have actually won the million dollars without getting trampled by everyone.

He had to admit that she had played well in the games, not even getting voted off when her entire team intended on it was good enough to get rid of her. He also had to admit: she certainly has many of the admirable skills and attributes of a Burromuerto. As Alejandro's mind wandered off yet again, he began to think of a few ways he and Heather could spend the night together alone. Perhaps a picnic or nighttime sight-seeing would suffice, as he had pleasant thoughts fill ever corner of his mind. In secret, away from the others, Alejandro had prepared for a way to take Heather along with him at around midnight, with a few calls, reservations and a convincing voice.

But he couldn't think straight with his bow tie not willing to stay straight. As he fumbled with it, Alano knocked on the door, and said tiredly “Alejandro, please come out soon, Esmerelda is waiting downstairs." as he hit the cane on the floor in a tired and somewhat demanding manner.

"Of course abuelo, just let me fix a few things..." Alejandro muttered particularly to himself. When a few minutes had passed by and with Alano's patience growing thin, he walked right in, observed the issue and fixed his grandson's pesky bow tie with practiced ease. 

"Gracias abuelo..." Alejandro muttered, somewhat embarrassed.

As they both made their way downstairs, Esmerelda was standing at the bottom, hand to hip in a pretty, light-green dress that went up to her knees. She grinned as she surveyed Alejandro head to toe, which was somewhat nerve-wrecking to him. He himself wouldn’t usually mind getting this sort of attention, (who wouldn’t enjoy his face anyway, really). But when this certain person is someone you are supposed to marry when you don’t truly enjoy their company, it can be a little, unnerving. As he absentmindedly came downstairs, Esmerelda ran up and gave him a hug and said, “Hubby! We should get a picture together!" with huge amounts of entusiasmo, as she pulled his arm towards the couch.

As the camera's timer was getting closer and closer to 0 seconds, Alejandro gave his most dashing-fake smile. As a diplomat's son, he was supposed to know what to do when people wanted it. While Esmerelda was busy looking at the pictures, Alejandro suddenly heard his ringtone go off. Taking his cell phone out, he viewed who the caller was and smiled happily. With a simple touch he began saying "¡Hola Carlos!" before realizing that there was too much noise going on his brother's end of the line. "Eh? Ah Alejandro! Merry Christmas little brother! But uh— I’ll be busy attending another party so I can’t come to yours, I hope you'll understand!".