The day
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Prim’s POV:
Days passed by quickly. Diana keeps on dangling Eric in my face on purpose. If it’s any consolation, I am glad that Aspen’s operation is underway. My baby is still in the hospital and every day I visit him, it breaks my heart to see my son hooked with various lines to extend his precious life.
Aspen is four and he’s battling leukemia.
My poor baby.
He doesn’t have a father. Aspen was born out of wedlock and I don’t even remember who the man was because I was drunk. One thing led to another in a bar. It was my first time to party and the next thing I know. I was creeping out of a hotel suite at dawn. Trying not to wake up the man I spent the entire night with, not bothering to check who he was.
It was a classic case of a one-night stand. All the girls in my block do it. I figured it’s not a sin to enjoy the last days of my college life before I hit the real world.
That happened in Daytona, five years ago. After college graduation and a few weeks after that, being grumpy and nauseous and with many food aversions later, I found out that I was with a child. My life was temporarily put on hold and that was okay.
My adoptive parents were disappointed, which made them like Diana more even if she's a dumb blonde. But that's okay. Water under a bridge now. I never had regrets about having Aspen. Never ever.
I love him so much. He’s my life.
And I would move mountains for him. No one ever made me feel loved and needed like my own son.
Which is why I am here.
In a f*cking church, wearing a simple white dress and headpiece with a little veil, feeling pathetic. Waiting for the man I am marrying. Where is he anyway? What’s his name again?
Ah, Archie Wright. A Rothschild bastard, so I am told. They are a powerful family. Old money with the right connections.
No wonder Nora and Will did everything to get their favor. My only participation in this small and intimate wedding was to show up and answer the preacher’s questions. Will will walk me to the aisle because he is legally my father.
I stood there waiting for my agony to begin.
“Seriously, Prim. What happened to the wedding gown I gave you?” Nora sounded stern but did not want other people to see her scold me on my wedding day. She invited her friends over. “What you are wearing is trash! And the headpiece! Where did you get that from?”
“Thanks, Mom. I personally like this. It’s simple and it’s from Target.” I smiled sweetly to annoy her more. I seem to enjoy the moment of getting on her nerves.
“Do you know how much money that gown costs?”
“No. That’s why I bought my own. I know it’s meant for Diana, but not for me.” I snapped. “When are you going to transfer me the money?”
I watched her face turn beet red. Two can play this game. “After the ceremony. I have to make sure you will keep your end of the bargain.”
“I am here, keeping my end. Where is he?” I finally asked.
“Well, I am glad that you are marrying this man. My friends tell me that he’s unemployed and idle. Maybe he’s ugly too. Not that it matters now.” She chuckles.” No surprise he’s late.”
I don’t really care if he’s as lazy as a tortoise. I am only marrying him for the money for Aspen. I will cross the bridge when I get there. Archie and I cannot be married for a long time. I have no intention of remaining married to someone I don’t love. Divorce is the only way out.
Diana arrives at the chapel, her arm snaking around my ex’s arm. Her belly is barely showing, but she wears that ‘I win, you lose’ face of hers. She dared to kiss me on the cheek despite what she did. “Look at you…so…ugly. You are the ugliest bride I have ever seen. And this is the ugliest church ever to hold a wedding. I am so happy I am not in your place.”
“Diana,” Eric stops her.
“I am just telling the truth.”
Diana sees a friend and goes over there to rub elbows like the social butterfly that she is, leaving Eric with me. If it was up to me, I would rather want her to carry him like a pouch tied to her side than to leave him with me. My sister is doing this on purpose. To make me feel more pathetic.
“You should follow her,” I note to him.
“Prim, this is crazy, but I want you to know that I regret what I did.” His eyes were bloodshot. Funny how I used to love how he called me Prim. Now, I just cringe. He is nothing but a cheating bastard.
“Eric, the past is the past. That ship has sailed,” I shrugged, “look at you, you’re going to be a father, and I am…” I paused. I want to come up with better words. “Getting hitched.”
“We can run away.”
I shook my head and smiled. “We can’t. I wish you well.”
My b*tch of a sister returns and sweeps Eric back like a vulture. Her eyes pierced mine. She’s always trying to intimidate me. Unfortunately, that ship had sailed too. I’ve given a lot already. She’s put me in this situation and I won’t allow her to hurt me with her words. Not on my wedding day.
She breaks eye contact and scans the small church, as if spotting some people. I don’t know most of the people present, and I don’t give a rat’s a** who’s present either.
“Oh, such a shame that I don’t see anyone from the Rothschild family around. They probably don’t care. He’s a bastard after all. This wedding is so… sad.”
“Diana, this is a church,” I warned her. “Maybe try to be nice and wear your horns when we are outside?”
“I will say whatever I want to say...oh, good Lord... Mom! Hottie nine o’clock!”
I heard her gasp for air, my back was turned away from the church entrance. I honestly thought that she agreed with me, but that’s not the case. Her eyes and Nora’s, along with the others, were fixed on the church’s entrance door. I spun around and held my breath.
The man who walked in looked like when Tom Cruise and Chris Evans had a baby. Breathtaking and truly a magnificent creature. He made Eric look like a cab driver in a tuxedo. He was well, different from all others. He’s handsome, with thick brows, a chiseled jawline, a Grecian nose, maybe 5 '11, give or take a few centimeters. With the appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. Tanned, like he surfs, a lot. His deep blue eyes lingered in mine briefly.
He had this smirk which was sexy to me. With an air of authority and command in his aura. His tuxedo fits perfectly. I bet he pays his tailor well. His frame and his stature tell me that he can carry weight. He was not extremely muscular, but I could not tell that with the suit on. He looks familiar though.
"Where the f*ck is my groom?" I mumbled. I craned my neck to get a better view of him, but no one was there.
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