My Husband & My Ex

Chapter 3

The week went by fast like a blink of eye from all the preparation for our engagement. Our engagement party was going to be small, so just some family and a couple of close friends were invited. The party was held at a small hall we had rented.

In my bedroom, I styled my hair, in an up do with loose curls. My makeup was consisted with dark smoky eye with nude lipstick. 

 No excitement what so ever, it felt like any kind of event I had attended before. It didn't feel like it was my engagement party. 

I got dressed into my red gown, sweetheart neckline, strapless, long fitted dress that showed my curves. Next I put on Silver dangling earrings with a matching bracelet. Also I had to wear heels that were 5 inches high because I'm short and my fiancé is six feet.

I looked in the mirror, I love the way I look tonight. The problem was I wasn't eager to go through this marriage.

Sensation of tears building up, but I can't let them drop because my makeup will get ruined. Taking a deep breath trying to calm myself. 

Reassuring myself while still looking at the mirror "Noah is a nice guy, it will make my father happy, if he thinks Noah is a good guy then he is right, he knows best right?" 

But there is something still missing, I can feel it deep down in my heart. 

I hear a knock at my door, I take a deep breath and let it out one last time in front of the mirror. I walk to the door and unlock it and it's my mom. Once she sees me her eyes open wide and she has a big smile on her face. "Oh Olivia you look so beautiful."

I look down at my dress with a frown on my face. She lifts my chin up with her soft fingers. "Baby girl, what's the matter?"

Trying not to cry "I'm not so sure if I am doing the right thing on getting married to Noah, I don't love him."

She pulls me into a warm hug, with my head resting on her shoulder. "Oh baby, the more you give it time you will learn to love him. You think I knew your father before I got married to him? Once you start a life together, you learn how to love each other. Obey, respect, and treat your husband well and in no time he will love you too. I know what kind of daughter I have raised, he is a lucky man to marry you." Was it true will I learn to love Noah? Was Noah a lucky man, my father made it clear I was lucky to be his wife.

"Now I want to see that breath taking smile of yours, also I want to hear your beautiful laugh." I raise my head and kiss my mother on the cheek. I gave her a smile. I love her more than anything.

"Now you should head down stairs because Noah is waiting for you." I nodded and I took her hand, and we headed downstairs. 

Once we reached down stairs Noah was waiting for me, with a bouquet of flowers. He looked handsome in his dark blue three piece suit. With a big smile he handed me the flowers and I thanked him. 

We headed out the house, Noah opened the passenger door for me and I sat in. He went around the car and sat on the drivers seat. My father, mother, and brother drove behind us in a different car. 

It was so quiet I was feeling shy and out of place. This was the first time sitting next to Noah in the car I felt nervous. He didn't say anything he kept stealing glances. 

When we arrived to the hall he opened my door and offered his hand to me, so I placed my hand in his. His hand felt warm and foreign. 

We walked in the hall still holding hands, he didn't let go. My family followed after. Anna and David were already inside when we made it inside. A couple of people that I didn't know, probably because they were related to Noah. 

Our guest started to arrive and we greeted and introduced one another to our relatives. I tried my best to keep a smile on and enjoy myself. 

My cousins Sofia and Jessica pulled me to the side, feeling relieved they saved me from boredom, and awkwardness. Noah and I hadn't exchanged any words still, just smiles. "You look so gorgeous tonight."

Both Sofia and Jessica said one after the other. I gave them a smile back. "Thanks you guys." 

"Your fiancé is so hot." Jessica said winking at me.

I just smiled at them, and looked at Noah. Even though I was very close with them I didn't mention that I didn't want to get married to Noah. 

"I wanted to ask you both if you guys would be my bridesmaids?"

They both screamed of excitement "of course I'll be your bridesmaid." Sofia beamed.

"Yes for sure, are the groomsmen hot too? Which one of us is going to be your maid of honor you better pick me." Jessica giggled.

I shook my head. "How would I know, I haven't meet his groomsmen yet and I already asked Mandy to be my maid of honor."

Mandy is my cousin from my moms side, I'm closer to her maybe because our personalities are so different. She's loud, confident, proactive, dependable, enthusiastic, witty, fearless. While I am shy, helpful, generous, impatient, loyal, self-disciplined. Maybe its from how different we were raised, I wish I was more like her. 

We gave each other hugs after some more chit-chat. For myself I headed to my fiancé. Everyone was at there seats, the DJ started to play music. 

Noah asked me to dance and I love dancing, so I accepted. But as we were dancing I just wanted to run away, there was that feeling I just wanted to escape from Noah I couldn't even enjoy the one thing I loved to do. I wanted to dance with anyone else but him. But I could not all eyes were on us. 

My heart started beating rapidly, I started to sweat, I couldn't breath anymore. My chest tightened, with the lack of oxygen, I was having a panic attack. 

Uncapable to continue dancing with Noah. I rapidly turned, and ran towards the direction of the doors, not caring of the eyes that were planted at me. Making it outside the hall trying to take deep breaths, crying. 

The cold breeze hit my face, allowing me to take deep breaths. 

My mother and father were next to me confused. 

"Baby girl, shh...what's wrong?" My mother was soothing me, rubbing her palm on my back. 

I tried to speak but I was unable to, I was still trying to calm down. Finally I was able to catch my breath.

"What happened why are you like this?" my father demanded. 

Trying not to cry again with tears forming up again looking at my parents. I stuttered "I..I don't..want to... I don't want to marry Noah."

My father was infuriated "your still getting married get over it already. Clean yourself and come back in." He was angry.  With that my father walked in leaving my mother and I outside. 

Tears started to shed once more. My mother herself was holding on to her own tears, all my mother can do was calm me down. 

We went to the restroom I cleaned myself up as much as possible. The night wasn't over yet my mother and I headed to the hall. 

Noah was sitting at our table confusion filled in his face. Once I reached to our table I sat next to him . "Are you okay?" Noah whispered in my ear. I nodded.

The DJ announced it was time for our slow dance. Noah stood up extending his hand to me, with no choice I accepted by giving him my hand. Walking to the dance floor. I glanced at my father who I can't believe was enjoying himself socializing with my uncles. It's not like he was making his daughters life miserable. I put one of my hands on Noah's shoulder and the other in his hand, we started dancing. Looking anywhere else but not Noah. He cleared his throat, getting my attention.

"I haven't had the chance to tell you look beautiful tonight." 

"Thank you" I whispered.

"Are sure you are alright? Did I bother you in anyway?"

Yeah you did bother me, by coming into my life. I just shook my head in disagreement, I was speechless.

When the engagement party ended we thanked everyone who had joined us. Noah asked my father if was allowed to take me home and my father said yes. My family left first and we followed in Noah's car. 

Looking outside in the dark sky, where the stars appeared, where I wanted to escape as far away from here.

My hands were on my lap and I felt Noah grabbing my left hand and holding it. I turn my head and looked at him, he gave me a small smile and he lifted up my hand towards his lips and kissed it. I looked away from him, and straight to the road wondering when I was going to arrive home. 

When we arrived to my house, I glanced outside and my parents had already went in. Noah was still holding my hand. 

He cleared his throat. "Olivia I know this is new to you and you feel nervous because I know I am nervous." he chuckled. "But I am very happy and excited to start my life with you." I nodded back, for myself I didn't know what to answer. 

He let my hand go and he got out of the car and opened my door for me. He walked me to the front door. As I was about to ring the door bell. He grabbed my arm making me face him, with his other hand around my neck and he unexpectedly kissed me. I froze, feeling his warm lips on mine. He pulled away and whispered in my ear. "I have been wanting to taste your lips from the first day I saw you." 

My cheeks turned red I didn't know where to look anymore, he chuckled from my reaction. He let go of me and swiftly I rang the door bell. Anxiously waiting, James opened the door, I uttered a good night to Noah without looking back at him and I stepped inside so fast I don't think he heard me. 

My brother closed the door after Noah said good night. Once I knew the coast was clear, I turned and faced my brother. 

There was a moment of silence, finally James said "L know you don't want to marry Noah. It must be very hard on you especially since you believe in love. Know that if there was any chance on earth to get you out of this marriage, to change dads decision I would."

"I know you would." sadness filled in my voice.

"Promise me you will try to make it work, open your heart to Noah he seems like a dissent man."

"Open my heart its easier said than done." Crossing my arms over my chest. 

"I just don't like to see you this down, I'm not used to it. I want you to be happy."

I know my brother is concerned about me, even though he is two years younger than me he acts as if he is older than me. "I love you James." Embracing him into a hug.

"I know who won't love all of this." He chuckled and pointed at his body. Hitting his chest with my palm.

"Ouch" rubbing his chest, as if I hurt him. 

He stepped next to me placing one of his arms around my shoulder, we headed upstairs and into our bedrooms.

After a hot shower and in bed thinking of our first kiss, wishing that I had enjoyed it but instead feeling disappointed, no sparks, no fireworks, absolutely nothing. Just a regular kiss between strangers. Wishing I could open my heart to Noah like James said. Maybe I will learn to love Noah once we get married.