Legally Married

Chapter 5

W I N T E R

Saturdays in the Simpsons household.

After returning from my early morning jog, I took a shower and went straight to the dining room.

Pristine ivory and white are the dominant colors in the living room. The white marble floor matches the intricate crown moldings on the walls and ceiling.

"Good morning dad." I greeted before taking a seat next to him on the glass dining table.

"Good morning princess! How was your outing with Rachel last night? I heard you both came back home late." He questioned me.

"It was fine dad. Speaking of Rachel, where is she? And mom too?"

"They were together in the kitchen since early this morning."

"Oh yeah. I forgot."

Rule one, Saturday morning breakfast will be made by Rachel and my mom while dinner will be prepared by me and my mom and then afternoon snacks will be done with all of us- my dad included for some family bonding time.

"Hey Winter, good morning." Rachel chirped as she dropped the teapot on the table.

"Hey Rach, what are we having for breakfast?" I looked up at her.

"How does a chicken avocado sandwich sound?" She looked at me and I smiled.

Rachel knows how much I love the sandwiches she and mom makes.

"I'm sta-."

"Rachel! Come get the toast!" My mother's voice echoed in the dining room.

"Be right back!" Rachel turned to me before dashing into the kitchen.

"No running in the house!" My dad sighed immediately Sophie left for the kitchen.

After a bit my mom and Rachel came into view, while Rachel carried a plate of toast and already cut avocados, my mom held in her hands a bowl of shredded chicken while one of the helps brought a jug containing freshly squeezed orange juice.

The aroma of the chicken filled the air and my stomach couldn't watch to just dig in.

After everyone took their seats, I was the first to grab a toast and put in all the fillings I wanted to.

Immediately I took a bite of my toast, I let out a satisfied moan. The buttery goodness of the avocado melted in my mouth while the tomatoes and chicken gave it an even more complex taste.

"No one enjoys these toasts more than Winter! She's always so happy when she digs in." My mom commented while watching me eat.

"I know this is going to be her favorite breakfast when she gets married too." My dad commented.

"Rachel my love, pass me glass." My mom asked Rachel.

My mom took a glass and filled it with orange juice then passed it to me.

"Drink this in between so you don't choke, you're stuffing your mouth." She looked at me with concern.

After gulping down half the glass, I cleaned my mouth.

"Thank you family for feeding me, now that I'm in a good mood how about having an Italian themed dinner?" I suggested.

"Yes!" Rachel squealed.

"Or if you're both craving Italian food, we could always take our private jet to Italy and spend a couple of days?" My mom suggested.

"Great idea mom!" Rachel squealed again.

"I'm tired of going to Italy and I have way too much work to leave." I complained.

"We could leave later today then return on Monday?"

"Well it reduces the stress of cooking so why not?" I agreed.

"We can go shopping! Take pictures and then eat!" Rachel already planned.

"Alright since it has been decided, after breakfast tell your assistants to help you both pack. We can leave by maybe three?" My mom checked her phone.

"My love, why aren't you saying anything?" My mom glanced over to my dad.

"Oh nothing, I'm just seeing that Castro Corp is hosting a dinner today and we have to attend." He said not taking his eyes off the phone for even a second.

"But dad! We literally just organized a whole family trip for today!" I whined.

"We will have to do that next weekend because this is important and he's a good friend of mine."

"Fine. We'll postpone the trip." My mom sighed.

"I hear Lisa's son is a famous doctor and he's quite handsome too." My mom eyed both me and Rachel.

"I'll have the designer send us our outfits then." Rachel said then picked up her phone.

"Great." My dad smiled at Rachel.

"I just wanted to have a quiet day with my family." I released a sigh.

"Don't worry, you'll be glad we stayed back." My mom vaguely said.

Huh? What does she mean by that?

After breakfast, Rachel and I spent the whole day in the garden talking.

"Excuse me miss, the designer arrived and I've dropped your dresses in your rooms. Your mother asked that you both go to your respective rooms where your makeup artists will get your make up done." Olivia, the brown haired girl in a uniform informed us.

We both did as we were told and went our separate ways. In my room, a ring light and studio light were set up in front of my vanity.

I washed my face and let the make up artist work her magic on my face. After about an hour she was done.

"I'll help you with your hair and dress." She offered and I smiled.

I couldn't get a proper look at my dress before putting it on but after seeing my reflection in the mirror, I was stunned.

I looked no less than a princess and a smile of approval appeared on my face.

But isn't this too much though? I looked like I was the star of the party and not just a regular attendee.

After getting ready, I made my way to the living room where Rachel, my mom and dad were already waiting.

"Guys, do I look a little bit extra? You all are dressed really nice but I look over dressed." I complained.

"No no no, you look perfect."

"You look so beautiful."

"Let's take selfies."

After my family calmed me down, we went to the Castro villa. Everywhere was decorated beautifully and elegantly. To be expected of the richest family in the state.

Inside the hall, my parents left to greet the Castro's while Rachel started eating. Looking at everyone dress simple yet elegant made me feel extremely over dressed.

"I'm going to get a drink." I informed Rachel and I got up to leave.

As I walked past the people in the event in hopes of finding the table where drinks were arranged my eyes landed on someone.

Couldn't be him, what would he be doing here?

I finally found a waiter who gave me a glass of champagne. I took a sip and breathe a sigh of relief, as I turned to return to my seat, I hit someone and a little of my champagne spilled.

"I'm so sorry, I'll get you the exact same suit." I immediately apologized.

"That voice." A deep masculine voice said.

That voice.

I lifted my face up and looked eye to eye with Leonardo. The guy from the club.