The Real Me

Chapter 2

It's been a long day. With all these people around the house making unnecessary noise. I get it, my sister is getting married that doesn't mean I should have to suffer. Shes even making wear a suit .

My name is Roman Ailani. I'm from Huwai but I've been leaving in New York since I was 19. I'm 38 years old. I know pretty old. I'm a single never been married type of guy.

I'm the C.E.O of a shipping company here in New York which was founded by my best friend Cody who is getting married to my younger sister, and I. It started small. Really small and we built our way to the top.

Although I'm a C.E.O you'll hardly catch me wearing suits or dressing formal. I'm more layed back in my style of dressing.

Most people are scared of me. I mean I'm huge. Plus I kinda get very aggressive when I'm uncomfortable. As my family and friend say, I have a permanent frown on my face when I'm around people I don't know.

Anyways this wedding is giving me a headache. It was already time for the wedding to start. I was kinda nervous cause I'm the one walking my sister down the aisle. If I mess up she'll kill me.

"Kathy come out it's time for you to walk down the aisle" I yelled banging on the door.

"Coming!! Gosh chill, you're making me nervous " she said walking out of the room. We went down stairs and we stepped into the garden on the queue of music. I could feel her tense. She was nervous I'm sure. Shes wanted this for as long as I can remember. I hope they are both happy.

I could see my mum and Cody tearing up. It was an emotional ceremony. After the I do's, I decided to go upstairs and change into something more comfortable.

I swear it was like I was suffocating in the suit.

On my way upstairs I bumped into someone. "Watch your fucking way" I say as a reflex.

I turned to see the person, just to find a tiny person behind me. She wore a satin red dress that fit her figure so well. Dalm she was hot. But what intrigued me where her eyes they where so beautiful.

Then I realised she was tapping her foot impatiently and giving me an irritated look as if expecting me to apologise.

Usually I would apologise, but something in me wanted to know what she'll do. She seemed like the fiery type. All those rich heiresses that expect everyone to fall at their feet.
I wouldn't blame them though. Shes beautiful.

When she noticed I wasn't going to apologise she just gave me a stank eye then walked away. Well that was not what I expected. I'm not sure what I expected but I'm sure it wasn't that.

I went up to my room and changed into some baggy shorts a shirt and palm slippers.  I packed my hear into a messy bun and went down to where the reception was taking place.

When I set my eyes on Kathy, I noticed she was speaking to the little lady in red. I walked over to them cause I kind of wanted to know more about her .

"Hey sis" how does it feel to be married, I said to Kathy totally purposefully ignoring the lady in red.

I could feel her glaring holes to the side of my head.

"I've been married for less than hour. Ask me in a year time"

"Oh and by the way this is Daria Romanchenko. Shes the one who baked the beautiful wedding cake you liked so much" Kathy said referring to little red.

I looked to the side deciding to acknowledge her presence. I stretched my hand expectantly,  waiting for her to shake my hand but instead she turned towards Kathy and said. " Congratulations dear, goodluck in your married life and thanks for the invitation. I'll be taking my leave. Bye." With that she turned without so much as a glance at my direction and walked away.

"What did you do" kathy asked.

"Why do you always think I did something.  I didn't do anything." I said with a smile on my face.

" Do you still have her contact number from the bakery?" I asked

"No, why?"

"Nothing, just wanted to apologise "

" I have the address of the bakery. It's not far from where you work"

I collected the address and enjoyed the rest of the party. After a few hours the ceremony was over and the couples and guest left. I'm so glad that my home is finally empty, well apart from the people cleaning up.