Chapter 2
I grabbed an Uber to the nearest hotel.[]
Stripped out of the wedding dress, scrubbed off my makeup and ran a hot bath–the whole nine yards.[]
Once I finally got myself together, my phone was already blowing up with messages.[]
Everyone asking where the hell I was.]
Arthur had sent a bunch of voice messages, threatening me that if I didn’t show up, he’d call off the engagement.]
I didn’t even hesitate–texted back a simple “Good.”
My phone rang immediately.[]
I picked up and he went off on me.
“Lorraine Omelas, what the hell is wrong with you? You’ve got thirty minutes to get your ass to that wedding or we’re done!”
Room service knocked with the clothes I’d ordered and I couldn’t be bothered with his bullshit.]
“We’ve been done for two hours already.”
Not long after I hung up, Arthur showed up at my door with Cynthia in tow.
The Esperson family owned half the hotels in the New York, so tracking me down wasn’t exactly rocket science.
He saw me in my bathrobe, hair still dripping, no makeup–and his face went ugly.
“Lorraine! The wedding’s about to start! You’re gonna show up looking like that?“[]
I stared at him like he’d lost his mind.
“Didn’t get the bridesmaid invite, so… why would I go to your wedding?”
He sucked in a sharp breath, veins popping on his forehead with anger.]
“So what, you’re just seriously gonna ditch our wedding, right?“]
Cynthia put on her best innocent act, all wounded and smug at the same time.[]
“Lorraine, this is supposed to be your special day. All the family’s there waiting. How can you throw a tantrum like this? You’re gonna embarrass Arthur.”
I looked at her coldly.
“Then you can marry him instead. Easy fix–just change the name.“]
She started crying into her hands, blubbering about how everything was her fault.
Arthur looked like his heart was breaking for her.
Chapter 2
He was about to tear into me when his phone rang.
Probably the family were pushing. He kept saying “Yes, yeah, we’ll be right there,” then tried to reason with me through gritted teeth.[]
“Look, I’m sorry about kissing the wrong person this morning. After we’re married, I’ll make it up to you big time.“[]
“You’ve always wanted that Cartier ring, right? When the new collection drops this quarter, I’ll get it for you.“[]
Oh, so he did remember what I liked.[]
He still chose to give the ring supposed to propose with me to Cynthia instead.
Guess I was the fool not to see it earlier–they were meant for each other all along.
When I didn’t say anything, he wiped his mouth and leaned down to kiss me.]
“You’re just jealous I kissed Cynthia, right? I’ll make it up to you now.“[]
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