Arrogant Meets Spitfire (Unedited)

15- My Captain America

When I said I wanted to get married, this wasn't what I had in mind. Cold feet and wedding jitters, what I've always heard about whilst growing up were prominently showing me they have always existed, but just lurking, waiting for the right moment to call my bluff. That moment being now.

You see, I was never your cheeky kind of girl, who believed in fairy tales and happy endings and all those sappy Disney movies about happily ever afters, because let's call a spade a spade, I witnessed that first-hand with my dad's demise.

My father. Oh, how he would have loved to walk me down the aisle, he would always talk about it to me, he had envisioned how he would place my tender hand in my future husband's with tears in his eyes whilst sending me off to my personal bliss. He would talk about it for hours and hours, I never enjoyed those fantasies then, I found it too surreal but now, I missed hearing them. I missed everything, our little tree-house that had been built for just my father and I, our grand tea parties that my toys could never get enough of and of course, my room. My personal safe haven, oh, how I missed it so damn much! My father was my superhero whilst growing up, I've always looked up to him until his last breath.

My very own Captain America.

God! How I would always whine when he mentioned anything about princecharming and husband, he would go on and on about challenging my future husband to a game of chess, his favourite.

Life really was one big, motherfucking bitch.

We hadn't exactly been poor when dad was alive, no, we weren't as wealthy as Haliey's parents or the Reynolds but we were close. To Hailey of course.

We were richer than average.

My father was a successful lawyer in his prime years, from the success he had accomplished in his career. He went on to buy a whole goddamn building and renovated it into one of the best, finest firms New York city had then.

He was at the top of his game, slowly infesting the business world.

He shoud have just stayed a lawyer. But he had another dream, business tycoon.

He wanted to try something new, he wanted to be the best of himself whilst doing what he loved the most, law.

His first contract in the business world was his last.

Undisputedly, it was because of that godforsaken contract he had lost his life that unfortunate night.

I couldn't even say proper goodbye to him before he was snatched away- cruelly from all of us.

Most especially, my mom and I.

We solely depended on him. My mom had no job, she was a full housewife. My father didn't want her working, he loved her so much- he couldn't watch her stress herself as he liked to call it.

I didn't see any fault in being a full housewife then. I secretly wished in becoming one, but that was the teenage, spoilt and foolish Alessia's thought.

Never.

I would work and work till my fingers bled if it meant I would never have to depend on anyone.

Call it pride. If you had gone from something to nothing in a span of just one night, you would definitely understand me and my plight.

To make matters worse, my father's family couldn't keep the dreams he had going, he lost one and yet again, he had to lose the other one that gave him a place in the society.

Law.

I was always filled with despair anytime I passed by what used to be Maxwell Firm, what used to be my dad's firm. It was now owned by Mark Maxwell, my father's immediate younger brother, who would never live up to my father's name nor his glory. Never.

I relished the thought on what would have been if he hadn't died that night? Would mom have gotten cancer? Hm. Would I have met Trevor? Maybe, on my television screen. Would I have met Hailey? Definitely not.

When dad was alive, he had been so persistent that I chose Yale university, to continue the same education legacy. When he was alive, I had pretty much rebelled against him. I wanted fashion or literally any art school because truth be told, Academy of Art University, San  Francisco was just what I needed. Far from home.

And even when he's 6'ft below, I still rebelled. He would surely be rolling in his grave about how I failed him and their educational legacy.

No doubt, I was really a bad child, I couldn't even honour him in his death.

Nice going Alessia. Daughter of the year really.

My soon to be mother in-law entered the extremely luxurious hotel room. She gasped at the sight of my very expensive Halle coutoure wedding dress.

I didn't understand. She had seen the dress before, infact, she was the one that ordered it the day we went shopping. I asked her a hundred times about how it looked like but she would always reply with the same answer 'It's a surprise'.

Damn right! It was definitely worth it. Worth the wait.

Vintage lace mermaid wedding dress with beaded sequins, perfected by Swavrowski rhinestone earrings. It was really an epitome of elegance, never in my wildest had I thought I could ever pull off something like that, ever.

"Come on Ally, it's time."

"Is it okay if I'm nervous?"

"Totally. You know, you're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen, I can't wait to see the look on my son's face when he sees you. Oh, it'd worth it." She gushed out, clapping her hands in excitement.

"Yeah right." I mumbled under my breath.

"Guess who got the last invite?" A new voice interjected.

"Rose!" I yelled excitedly. 

"Don't Rose me Ally, you didn't check back,"

"I'm so sorry, I've been so caught up with things," I pleaded.

"Of course, I can see that. Who would have thought you would turn out to be Mrs dickless meatball?" She laughed.

I joined in, she had such an infectious laughter.

"Dickless meatball?" Trevor's mom asked.

I had totally forgotten she was there.

"It's an inside joke mom, this is Rose. I'm sure you've met her, she works at Trevor's company."

"Of course love, Roselie, come here and give this old woman a hug,"

Rose left my side and strolled to her. Mom pulled her in for a hug which lasted for like five seconds.

"OMG! Girl, I could totally marry you A.S.A.P!" Another voice said, running in my direction with my beautiful bouquet of flowers in her hand. My favourite flower, circus roses.

"Shut up! You've been gone for long, it's almost time Hailey. I can't believe I'm getting married," I breathed out the latter in astonishment.

"Better believe it because you aren't leaving anytime soon." My mother in-law inputed.

Such strong words I needed to calm my nervous self.

I smiled and gave a warm hug. She really was a wonderful woman.

Satisfied with how it all turned out, I was ready to face the music and might as well, get it over with.