Ace of Hearts

The Great Deceiver

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His phone was on silent but the screen face up. During the executive meeting, Sehun did notice the screen light up. The presenter couldn't stop talking, so he was unable to find the right opportunity to get away. Then the text came through followed by three exclamation marks.

"Let's take a break," Sehun cut him off and pushed away from the U-shaped table. Swiping his phone off the table he walked out into the hallway.

A good way down the pastel white hallway he hit Namjoo's number and held the phone to his ear.

"What is it?" he first asked.

"You're only picking up now?!" Namjoo shrieked.

"Then I'm hanging up." He flatly told.

"Please, I'm begging you, come get me." Namjoo pleaded.

The abrupt change of attitude perked him. "Why?"

"Your mother and Miss Princess took me to a bridal shop! I'm holed up in the dressing room!"

"What?" he spat flabbergasted. "Why...you...I'm in a really important meeting right now. I can't drop work every time something comes up."

"Forget it! Why did I even bother calling!" Namjoo shouted. She immediately hung up the second he prepared to argue back.

Hissing perplexed he punched the button to hang up.

A bridal shop! What was his mom thinking?

They were giving him such a headache.

Calling over his secretary to report his absence he grabbed his keys and hit the road. Yesterday his parents had mentioned wedding and today already taking action. Goodness sakes.

Down the road he called the family driver. If his mother planned a daily trip into the city, she wouldn't drive herself. Acquiring the information needed Sehun sped down the road.

The afternoon sun had reached its peak. At this hour it was the hottest in the city and traffic the busiest. It took much more time than he liked to reach a destination that might have taken him fifteen minutes. Finally swerving into the parking lot he climbed the steps into the posh gallery with a giant window displaying a headless mannequin wearing an exquisite wedding gown. The floor was covered in white satin and wedding eloquent props.

At the semi-circular desk a woman had come to pick up her dress. A female employee in uniform greeted him. Sehun passed her without bothering acknowledgement and went in search of his mother and Namjoo.

Further down the hall high racks of various dresses hung on his left, all in different shades and décor, most of them pearl white. Then ahead he spotted a low coffee table with several magazines portraying models wearing wedding dress provided by courtesy of the company. Against the wall three pretty blue love seats for patrons.

"Psst!" He turned left to see a row of fitting rooms. The doors were mirrors, so he ended up staring at his reflection first. Next, he noticed the head poking out. His brow dipped over his eye.

Clutching the dress, Namjoo carefully tiptoed out. "Where's your mother?"

But he didn't really hear. Instead, his eyes ran over the long-sleeved V-cut lace dress. Never really having seen a wedding dress up front before. It was really pretty it almost came off romantic.

"Are you listening?" Namjoo was waving her hand around.

"Sehun!" He turned the other way where his mother was walking over with Hyena and another store clerk who was carrying another dress. Coming up to him, his mother inquired, "What are you doing here?" Hurrying forward to block Namjoo out of view, she scolded, "Don't you know it's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding?"