Chapter 4 – First Sparks
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The next morning, Charlotte arrived at the Grand Aurora Hall earlier than usual. She had a long list of things to check: floral arrangements, table settings, and sound tests. Alexander, as always, was already there or at least, he appeared moments after she entered.
“Morning,” he said casually, leaning against the entrance with a cup of coffee in his hand.
Charlotte narrowed her eyes. “Morning. You’re early.”
“I like to see the chaos before it settles,” he replied with a smirk.
“You call yesterday chaos?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
He took a slow sip of his coffee. “Yesterday was mild. Today will be… interesting.”
Charlotte groaned internally. “Of course it will be.”
They moved through the hall together, Charlotte checking every table and chair while Alexander quietly observed. He offered suggestions here and there, always phrased as questions, which annoyed her more than his previous commands.
“Should the table cards be angled slightly toward the guests?” he asked, pointing to the front row.
Charlotte frowned. “They’re fine where they are. The guests will see them perfectly.”
“Just thinking about comfort,” he said lightly, shrugging.
Charlotte paused. “Fine. A tiny angle won’t hurt.”
Alexander smiled faintly. It wasn’t smug this time—it was small and almost… gentle. Charlotte shook her head. Don’t get distracted, she told herself.
As they moved toward the stage, Charlotte noticed the lighting rig had a small tilt. She frowned. “This needs adjustment,” she muttered.
“I can handle that,” Alexander said, already stepping forward.
Charlotte watched him work for a moment. He moved carefully, showing a side of patience she hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t arrogance—it was competence. She felt an unexpected pang of respect.
“You’re really good at this,” she said quietly.
Alexander glanced at her. “I know.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes, but a small smile escaped despite herself.
The day passed with small, awkward moments: Alexander holding a ladder for her, offering her a bottle of water, and occasionally teasing her with playful remarks. Charlotte tried to ignore the way her stomach tightened when he stood closer than necessary, or how her heart skipped when he smiled unexpectedly.
During a break, Charlotte sat down at one of the decorated tables and rubbed her temples. Alexander sat across from her, leaning casually.
“You seem… tired,” he observed.
“I am,” she admitted. “It’s been a long week already.”
“You’ve done a lot,” he said simply.
Charlotte looked at him in surprise. His voice lacked its usual sarcasm. There was no teasing this time. Only honesty.
“Thanks,” she said softly.
Alexander tilted his head. “Don’t thank me. Just… keep doing what you do. You’re good at it.”
Charlotte’s lips pressed together to hide a small smile. She hated that his words felt… warming.
A sudden alert on her phone reminded her of the rehearsal schedule. She groaned.
“Another change?” Alexander asked.
“Yes. Apparently, the caterer decided to switch appetizer courses last minute.”
Alexander raised an eyebrow. “And you’re handling it?”
Charlotte nodded. “Of course. I always do.”
He smirked faintly. “You’re stubborn. I like that.”
Charlotte’s eyes widened. “You like my stubbornness?” she asked, incredulous.
“Not all of it,” he said with mock seriousness. “Just the part that makes you so determined.”
She shook her head, trying to hide her blush. “You’re impossible.”
“Maybe,” he said, grinning.
By afternoon, the hall looked perfect again. Charlotte stood back to admire the setup. She felt a small sense of pride—and a tiny acknowledgment that Alexander’s input had helped more than she wanted to admit.
“You know,” Alexander said, standing beside her, “for someone who hates me so much, you’re surprisingly cooperative.”
Charlotte frowned. “I don’t hate you.”
“You don’t like me,” he corrected, smirking.
“And I still don’t,” she said firmly.
He chuckled softly. “For now,” he added, almost under his breath.
Charlotte felt a strange flutter in her chest but quickly pushed it aside. It’s nothing, she told herself. Just irritation and exhaustion.
As the sun began to set, casting warm amber light across the hall, Charlotte realized something: she had spent the entire day next to Alexander Hayes, arguing, teasing, and working side by side. And yet… she hadn’t minded his presence as much as she expected.
A sudden knock at the door drew their attention. It was the bride, Emily, smiling brightly.
“Everything looks amazing!” Emily said, her eyes scanning the hall. “You two did a great job!”
Charlotte smiled politely. Alexander nodded.
Emily turned to Alexander. “I have to say, I wasn’t sure about your involvement at first, but… thank you.”
Alexander shrugged lightly. “Just doing my part.”
Charlotte looked at him, a flash of something unspoken passing between them. He caught her gaze and for a fleeting moment, his smirk softened into something warmer, almost… genuine.
Charlotte blinked and looked away, forcing herself to focus on the bride. She couldn’t let herself think about it.
As Emily left, Alexander stood silently next to her. “See you tomorrow?” he asked casually.
Charlotte’s heart skipped. “Yes. Tomorrow,” she said, trying to sound neutral.
He gave a small nod and left the hall, leaving Charlotte alone with her thoughts.
She exhaled deeply. Today had been exhausting, frustrating, and yet… strangely satisfying.
One thing was certain: Alexander Hayes was annoying, impossible, and completely unforgettable.
And Charlotte Reed had a feeling that their story was only just beginning.
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