WHY DO YOU LOVE ME.
When Reina accepted the role of maid-of-honor
for her best friend's wedding, she was thinking
of one thing; her best friend's happiness.
But in the midst of planning the best night of her friend's life, she runs into a problem...
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REINA'S POV
My office is painfully mundane. That's the only thing I can think of as I stare at the four walls surrounding me. God, this is sad, isn't it? I spend so much time here, no wonder I'm so depressed in here. The brightest thing in here is the dying flowers my mom gave me four weeks ago to make up for being late to our lunch.
With that in thought, I pick up my purse from the ledge it was situated on and leave my office with a purpose. To brighten up my bleak office, give it some life. And that mission lands me in the nearest target, a cart filled to the brim with unnecessary items I'll regret buying later.
I'm examining a display of mugs with oddly meaningful messages on them when my name is spoken. I stiffen at the voice, it being one I recognize all too well. Stiff as a board, I turn to the person, a forced smile on my lips as I chirp out, "Ollie? Is that really you?"
Ollie's smile is as bright as the sun itself as he comes closer to me. I have to resist the urge to take a step away from him, wanting as much distance between the two of us as possible. But he doesn't seem to notice my reserved response to his appearance, his arms engulfing me in an unreturned hug before he takes a step back. "It's been too long," he gushes.
I blink rapidly. Yeah, that is what happens when a couple breaks up, they don't talk. I don't say that, though, instead I nod in agreement. "You're so right. What brings you to target?"
Ollie gestures with a hand behind him. "The missus loves a target run." Missus. He seemed to notice that reaction instantly, unlike my other reaction to him, because he visibly perks up. "Oh! You remember Eunice, right? Her and I are getting married in the spring."
Married.
In the spring.
He's actually marrying the girl he cheated on me with? I don't know if I'm happy for him or want to scream at the top of my lungs. How dare he bring this up to me so casually? Like he didn't use me as a sex thing on the side while he was all lovey dovey with this girl on the side.
I wasn't pissed about this situation before. At least not that pissed. Whatever, he and I didn't work out, shit happens. But for him to go to marry the same girl who got the love and affection he failed to share with me despite me so craving of it...I don't know, it rubs me the wrong way. Am a bitch for that? Am I a bitch for being mad that my cheating ex-boyfriend is happy with his mistress?
Thankfully I wasn't forced to offer my congratulations because my ringtone interrupted. Quickly, I fish my phone out of my bag, and upon seeing the caller id, not a single ounce of relief fills me. My eyes flick back to Ollie, then back down to my phone. Ah, fuck it.
I slide to answer the call, angling my face away from Ollie so he wouldn't see the blatant disgust on my face. "Hi, baby," I greet, grimace on my face.
