Matchmaker: BOOK I [Y/N X KAI]

✨ Chapter 31 ✨

"I always knew you were trouble, Niki. But I've to admit, I never thought you'd sink this low!" he growls.

That's right, my ex-fiance is here to get married in that same stupid wedding suit he wore two years ago. I wonder if Sara, his side-chick-turned-into-bride noticed it.

"But I didn't do anything!" I assure.

"You lying hag!" Sara yells.

"Come on, now. We all know what the truth is. Your little friend here told you about our wedding gig and you decided to show up and ruin the big day!" Atif points an accusatory finger at Piyuu and she flinches so hard that I'm almost worried that she'll fall over.

"Are you kidding me? This is a coincidence. I don't want to see you any more than you want to see me," I growl.

"Then scram, why don't you?" Atif scoffs.

"I'm just doing my job!" I growl at him.

Sara starts to laugh hysterically, "Ha! And what job is that? Are you a bus helper now?" she laughs again.

"First of all, there's no shame in being a bus helper, so you can cut that classist nonsense out. Second of all, no, I'm a wedding planner. Remember?" I raise an eyebrow disgustedly.

"You mean, you’ve got a client getting married in that dinky dining room next to us? Some great wedding planner you are!" Atif smirks sarcastically.

"It's for a bridal shower, if you must know. You probably didn't even hold a bridal shower. Stop judging my client when you can't even afford a new suit for yourself and you shamelessly show up wearing the same suit that you wore two years ago. My clients are far off better than you," I growl.

"Humph. Well, I still think that this is suspicious.." Sara says.

"I don't fuck with your suspicion. This place belongs to me as much as it belongs to you," I growl again.

"Fine. But if you screw things up for me and Sara, there’ll be a hell to pay. You hear me clear?" Atif groans.

"Oh, funny that. I can't think of any hell worse than this pathetic excuse of a wedding!" I cross my arms as my fists tighens up in fury and rage.

Atif's jaw drops in disbelief "That's rich, coming from you. You little-"

I hear someone cough loudly behind me and turn to see the greeter standing there awkwardly. Poor woman.

"Uhm, Ms. Niki, your first guest has arrived.." Wendy says.

"Right. I'm sorry about that.." I whisper.

Bless you, Wendy, for being generous enough to give me an excuse to get out of here. Sara, ever the drama queen, yells after me.

"AND DON'T COME BACK!"

Oh, trust me, I don't want to.

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I follow the greeter back to the dining room to see that.. Amy is here? Holding a garment bag?

"Amy?" I raise an eyebrow, "You were invited?"

She shakes her head and grins, "Hey wedding planner! So I was out shopping for college this morning when I saw this dress and thought it had your name written all over it."

She takes out a floral dress from the garment bag and unfolds it for me to see.

"Where's Nikita written?" I ask confusedly.

She face palms, "I mean it looked like you’ll look good in this. So I bought it for you."

I stare at her in surprise, "You bought a dress for me? In my work place?"

She nods proudly, "I don't like the things you wear nowadays so I think you need an upgrade of your clothes and makeup. I know how important this day is for you and I thought that a new dress might just be the confidence boost you need.

"Seriously Amy?" I gasp in surprise. That's the biggest confidence reducing thing I've had all week. Did she really think this was a good idea?

She nods simultaneously, "I know I'm the best type of bestfriend in the world and this was a genius idea. Right?"

"That's the most stupid idea you had this year. And considering how stupid you generally are, this says alot!" I roll eyes in annoyance.

"Why'd you say that?" she pouts.

"I don't need any special outfit to boost up my confidence. I've worked very hard on this and I already look like a wedding planner who's about to kick asses, metaphorically," I say as a matter of fact.

Truth to be told, there are a few people (cough cough Atif and Sara) whose asses I'd rather kick literally. But I'll take what I can get.

"How did you know about what I was doing and where am I anyways?" I ask.

"I had video called Siyaah last night and she told me all about it. And about your location, I tracked it," she says.

"Oh goodness, you're scaring me now, can you not?" I roll my eyes.

"And I'm feeling fine. I'd appreciate if you take that dress and leave me to my work, please," I add.

"People don't know how to appreciate anymore," she pouts and storms off. And finally, I can get this party set up. Not that I blame Amy, but I'm running behind scedule now.

Atif and Sara, I totally blame you, though.

I'm almost finished situating the party games when Nini bursts in, looking as agitated as ever.

"I really don't understand what the problem is. These should be standard procedures!" he yells.

"Standard procedures?" I frown.

He points to the fancy earbud in his ear, and I realize he's talking on the phone, not to me. I totally pity whoever's on the line.

"Bye. Don't call me again for the rest of the day," he growls and hangs up the phone and turns to me. I must say, it's nice not being on the receiving end of his ire for once.

"I'm sorry about that. Someone missed the memo that I'm attending a very important event today," he lets out a sigh.

✨ To Be Continued ✨