Wedding Bells Won't Ring

Wedding Bells Won't Ring Ch. 9

Author’s Note:

Warning: Alcohol, Sex and slight Cursing mentioned (it’s not really that bad but ya know, I mentioned it… Don’t drink kids.) Anyway, seems like Heather has realized the one thing we all knew from the very beginning. And it only took 8 chapters of blood, sweat and tears for me to make her admit it.

 

Heather: 

Heather was still thinking of the horrifying discovery she had just made for exactly what she felt for Alejandro, when reality brought her back. Namely in the form of Ricardo repeatedly saying her name over and over again.

“Heather? Heather! Hello! Earth to Heather!” Ricardo abruptly shouted into her ear.

Reality was louder than she remembered.

“Ack! Okay I’m back now, happy?” Heather snapped, putting a hand over her left ear, and cut off any noise for a few seconds while her ear adjusted to the volume.

“Actually, yes I am.” Ricardo nodded, unable to hold back the smug smile dancing on his lips.

“Keep that smile on your face any longer and you’ll be out like a light.” Heather threatened, effectively dropping the smile into a little frown.

Heather smirked and took in her surroundings. Things seemed to be going quite well. All the guest seemed happy enough, no one had yet come and accuse her of trying to kill Alejandro. The girls had taken the liberty of splitting themselves into separate jobs for the evening, Lindsay handling the guests, Courtney organizing the schedule with different music and foods that would be shuffled in and out of the ballroom, Bridgette handled the front area where people dropped off their cars and would be let in if they were on the guest list (with the help of the body guards Heather had graciously hired for their protection), and Gwen was making sure the decorations inside and out would hold for the next few hours, and would make modifications if needed. She hated to admit it, but for once, Alejandro had actually went and helped her out. Only a little of course.

She was about to walk off to do go and boss the girls around for fun, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. She turned and found Ricardo nervously looking at her, rocking his feet. “Would you care for a dance this evening?” He asked, with a small goofy smile on his face. Heather laughed and said in mocking tone, “Of course, gardener.” 

She set the clipboard down on a table near by and with both of her hands free, placed her left hand on his shoulder, and the other, clasped his hand. Ricardo then placed his hand on Heather’s hip while she warned “Go and higher or lower and you’re so dead.” 

He laughed, “Of course, I’m not a total slob you know.” “Mhmm” Heather hummed, rolling her eyes.

They did a little waltz, which led them into the garden out the back door. Heather could tell Ricardo was struggling to keep rhythm, something she found very funny. She laughed under her breath, taking the lead, which Ricardo had no complaint over. She even twirled and dipped him, as he awkwardly tried to keep pace. He had subdued himself into the girl’s position in this waltz, being lead by Heather.

Heather laughed again. But a dark thought had crossed her mind, something she thought Ricardo should consider before he made a move on Esmerelda. She took a deep breath before asking, “Ricardo, I know you really like Esmerelda, and you do care for her. But what happens if she doesn’t return your feelings? Or even worse, she finds it so disgusting and weird that she doesn’t want you as a friend anymore? Are you really willingly to lose your friendship with Esmerelda with a potential romance that even you aren’t sure could work out?”