The Wedding Chick

Chapter 3

Food tasting and mysterious gazing

I swear Mr and Mrs Mondragon is the most adorable couple I have ever seen. They're still completely smitten even after all these years. This is one of the reasons why I still believe in true love and looks like they believe in it too that's why their love for each other didn't fade after all these passing years. We're here seating at the garden of their 'humble abode' that is more of like a mansion, we just finished the food tasting and its time to plan other details of their golden anniversary.

"Dearest, I have an important meeting to attend to, I am very sorry about this but I already reminded Damian to help you with the preparation" Mr. Mondragon said and then kissed Mrs Mondragon.

"It's okay dear, I can handle it and I'm also looking forward to see our grandson. He had been through a lot lately" Mrs Mondragon said, smiling at her husband.

"It is nice to see you again Carmela, please bear with my wife's fickle mind. I better go" He joked then kissed her wife's hand.

"It's nice to see you again sir, I will do my best to keep up with Mrs. Mondragon here." I smiled.

"Marco, I am not fickle mind but still, I love you dear. Take care. " Mrs Mondragon muttered to her husband with a thousand-watt smile.

I look at Mrs Mondragon, even if she's 68 years old, she still look less than her age, it seems aging is not in good terms with her. She still looks elegant, blooming and exceptionally beautiful. While I was in a trance talking and at the same time, admiring Mrs Mondragon, an amazingly hot guy or should I say man came to the view and interrupted the conversation. He looks like the HOT CEO cliché that I read in books, but wow I think my jaw just dropped with his obvious handsomeness that emits power and of course hotness but then he spoke...

"I don't think anyone in this generation believes in those petty fairy tales anymore, most likely not anyone that's in your age" He smirked interrupting my tale of how I wish I would find my one true love like Mrs and Mr Mondragon found each other.

"Oh darling, let's leave Carmela alone and FYI dear, I think it's great that there is still a woman that believes so greatly in love." Mrs. Mondragon protested.

"Ah, Carmela is it?

Even though he interrupted and somehow indiscreetly offended my belief, all I did was blush and refrain myself to look at those bright green eyes. It's just sad that he seemed so against of what I had said, maybe it has something to do with Mrs Mondragon's statement that he had gone through a lot?

"It's okay Mrs Mondragon, it is true that there's only a few people believes in true love anymore. I must say that I am special in that aspect because I still believe it exists." I smirked back at him.

"Grandmother, I thought we are here to prepare your wedding anniversary and not to talk about love and all those shi-things." He said with a hard gaze at his grandmother.

"Okay dear, we will tell you some of the details for our golden anniversary wedding" Mrs Mondragon said using a soft voice that's almost comforting. All I just did was look at him confusingly then sighed.

We talked about the different aspects and details about the wedding but we stopped when Mrs Mondragon excused herself because her cell phone rang.

"You know, it's rude to look at someone with a scrutinizing gaze" He said.

I, on the other side was shocked because I unknowingly find myself staring at him for a long time.

"I am not looking at you with a scrutinizing gaze! I just think you're good looking but you're also weird, that's all" I snap back at him.

"I must say I am, indeed, a very good looking man, many people had already confirmed that. But saying I am weird is pretty unusual for me." He said the first line haughtily but ended the other with an amused tone.

"I told you I am pretty special" I smirked at him.

"No, you only told me that you are special for believing in things that does not exist these days." He argued.

"I did, didn't I? But you know, you are not only weird but you are also rude, where exactly are your values?" I questioned him.

"Hmm, I think I left my Values at school, but it is quite rude of me to not introduce myself huh?" He sarcastically admitted.

"Is that rhetorical?"

"I'm sorry mademoiselle, I am Lord Marcus Damien Mondragon, son of Edward and Emma Mondragon." He introduced himself with a British accent that may or may have not made my panties drop.

"You're royalty?" I asked surprised.

"You may call me a prince perhaps? Because I am very charming and I sweep women off their feet with just my presence." He smirked again. I think this guy never smile, he just smirk.

"I think I'm blown away"

He just knowingly smirked as if saying, 'I guess I'm right again'

"No, I'm blown away because you're haughtiness and narcissism was too much I think it blew me away" I laughed. He looked very surprised at my sarcastic attempt.

"OH MY GOSH! Your reaction is golden! BUT, yes I agree that you can sweep women with your presence!" I approved of him.

But then his reaction changed; he just looked at me with an amused gaze and a small smile playing on his lips.

"And you know what I also think? I think you will look more handsome when you smile like that! But next time, make it bigger!"

Saying that, made him frown at me but the look of amusement in his eyes is still there.

"You should try smiling and laughing more, smirking doesn't even count! And I'm sure frowning makes you less handsome you know" I sincerely said and gave him a cheeky smile.

He looked at me with a questioning eye brow but stayed silent.

"I think I have a new mission here! I mean besides planning your grandma's golden anniversary, my mission is to make you smile!" I cheered

Again, he didn't say anything but now his reaction is different, as if his looking at me challengingly and amusingly.

"My, my, my! I think you lovelies are having a good start! I hope it will be something more!" Mrs. Mondragon teased, wiggling her eyebrows at me and Damien. I just blushed deeply and laughed with her while Marcus stayed silent but I see a little twitching of his lips as if he's trying not to laugh. This guy has a thing for mood changing , talking using his eyes and not smiling. It makes me more curious of who is this Marcus Damien Mondragon and why is he so mysterious?

After a good laugh, Marcus stood up, whispered something to his grandmother, kissed her cheek and left. Mrs Mondragon said nothing but looked at me with the same amused eyes like Damien but with a humongous smile playing on her face.

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Here's an update! Finally! haha! Be proud of me!

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xoxo, Yammie :">