Because I Said So: Billionaires Nanny

Chapter 2

The soft wedding march continued, and my father squeezed my body, comforting me, before extending his arm out. “Shall we?” He asked and grinned.

“Yes, we shall,” I beamed and looped my arm into his and allowed him to lead me out the doors and towards the wedding room.

I can't believe my sister is missing this. She always thinks about herself and I always come second to her, which normally I don't mind, but today is supposed to be my day, and she is nowhere to be seen.

“Wait, something is wrong,” Rachel whispered harshly and came running back towards us. “I just looked around the curtain to make certain everyone was ready for you Lara and I didn't see Justin standing up there,” she rushed out, placed a hand over her chest and tried to slow down her breathing.

“What?” I asked, confused and a little nervous. “Are you positive?”

“Of course, I'm positive, sweetie. I saw his three groomsmen holding in their spots, but the groom's spot was empty. He is not up there.”

“Something must be wrong. I hope he is feeling okay,” I muttered, worried now about Justin.

Hopefully, he isn't sick. I'd hate to postpone our wedding after everyone took time out of their day to come celebrate with us. “What do we do?” I asked no one in particular, just voicing my concerns out loud.

“Let me go see if I can find him, honey,” my daddy hissed, unhooked our arms, and headed out of the room. He tried his best to hide his expression, but I clearly could see the worry in his eyes.

“This can't be happening,” I whispered, close to breaking down. “What if he is having cold feet?”

“No girl, don't doubt that Justin loves you,” Rachel whispered and ran her hands up and down my arms, trying to calm me down. “Lara Renee, do not cry. You will ruin your beautiful makeup.”

“I'm being left on my wedding day.”

I felt my chest tightening up as anxiety clawed his way up through my breastbone, causing me to have trouble breathing. It feels like something is wrapped tightly around my lungs, and I can't suck in a deep enough breath to calm me down.

“Stop it. You can't think like that.”

“Then why isn't he up there waiting for me to talk towards him, Rachel?” I cried, leaning my head back, fanning my face with my hands, trying to avoid the tears from coming out.

“Because he is a cheating bastard,” snarled Claire as she stormed inside the small dressing room and tossed her beautiful pink flower boutique at the wall with an angry huff

Wait.

Did she say cheating?

“What?” Rachel asked, shocked. “What the heck are you saying, Claire?”

“What do you mean cheating, Claire?” I rushed out, heartbreaking inside my chest.

He couldn't.

He wouldn't.

We have been together for years, and we have planned our life together. We had it all worked out. We were going to get married and try to have a child as soon as our honeymoon was over. It was all planned out, and we were thrilled with the plan. I was happy, and I at least thought he was happy. He is the one who likes to always arrange everything.

“Lara, I need you to stay absolutely calm when I tell you what I just saw,” Claire whispered.

“Claire,” I warned her. I don't have time for this. I was seconds away from walking down that isle, and I was going to end up embarrassed because my finance, the man I thought loved me, was nowhere to be seen.

“Promise me,” Claire demanded.

“She doesn't have to promise. Tell us dammit,” Rachel snarled, looking ready to rip the place apart in her hunt to find Justin.

“I went to the restroom. I had been holding it for hours. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer, not with this baby kicking against my bladder,” Claire giggled and rubbed her little baby bump, but Rachel and I were both losing our patience.

“Claire, what did you see?” Rachel snapped.

“I'm sorry, sweetie,” Claire whispered sadly.

“Please just tell me,” I whispered, afraid to actually hear what Claire was going to say. I brought my fingers to my mouth and started chewing on my fake nails.

“He was in the bathroom with Mary.”

“What?” Rachel screeched and started to walk out of the room, but I quickly grabbed her arm and hauled her backward, causing her to almost trip on her heels.

“What did you say?” I asked, feeling my legs turning into jello as they threatened to give out, pain shooting across my chest as my heart squeezed painfully.

“I saw Justin and Mary together in the bathroom,” Claire repeated herself. “I didn't want to tell you and ruin the day, Lara, but I couldn't keep this from you. You don't deserve to marry a cheater, and definitely not a pathetic man who would cheat on you with your twin.”

“Are you sure it was my sister?”

“Lara, at first I thought it was you, but then I realized it was because the woman he was pounding into the bathroom sink wasn't wearing a wedding dress but a maid of honor dress.”

“How could they do this to me?” I asked, shocked and broken. I felt my flower boutique slip out of my fingers. I watched in a foggy haze as it fell onto the ground, little flower petals falling off around my feet.

“Because he's a pathetic man, and she is a horrible sister who only cares about herself, sweetie. It's nothing you did. This isn't your fault, Lara” Claire whispered, pulled me into her arms, and kissed my head. “I'm sorry, Beastie. Neither of them deserves to have you.”

“Because they are both disgusting human beings," Rachel growled. “Please let me slap her. You know I have been waiting to smack her for song long,” she begged.

How could my sister do this to me? She knows how much I love Justin. I can't understand what I ever did for her to hurt me this badly. I have always defended her, even when I knew she was in the wrong. I'm the reason she was able to graduate high school with the great GPA she finished with.

She never wanted to study. She was too much involved in boys and partying to find the time to study. I had to force her at night to study with me, and it's only thanks to me that she didn't have to repeat her senior year.

“No,” I mumbled, and tore the lace white veil from off my head and tossed it onto the floor. My two best friends watched it flow slowly down before landing on top of my now forgotten boutique.

“You can't let this go, Lara.”

“I don't intend to, Rachel,” I snapped, pulled all the pins out of my hair, and threw them around the room in anger and heartbreak.

“I can't find him-” my daddy started to say as he strode into the room, but then paused in the doorway when he noticed my outraged state. “Lara, what's wrong? What are you doing, baby?” He asked me, confused.

“There will be no wedding, Daddy,” I whispered harshly, walked out of the small room, and headed straight towards that bathroom.

“What do you mean, no wedding?” He demanded as he followed behind Rachel and Claire, neither of them trying to stop me and both ready for the confrontation that was fixing to take place.

“Justin is cheating on Lara with Mary,” Claire informed my daddy.

“What? That bastard,” my daddy growled before asking. Wait, are you positive it was Mary? I don't think she would do anything like that to her sister.” My daddy once again tried to defend Mary, and I snapped.

“You are always defending her daddy. She will never grow up, not when she has her daddy around to keep cleaning up the messes that she makes,” I whispered lowly as we got closer to the bathroom.

I need to catch them. I demand to see with my own eyes and know for sure that they both betrayed me.

“I'm just saying, darling. I'm not happy that Justin is hurting you like this, but I truly don't believe Mary has it in her to hurt you like this.”

“Of course you don't, Daddy, because you never see the bad side of her. You constantly say she reminds you of momma, and I get that. I realize why you're soft on her, but she isn't momma, and it's time for her to grow the f**k-up,” I growled, spun around, pushed open the bathroom door and stormed inside.