I am so sorry for the sparse updating these last few months. Like a fool, I started this book at the beginning of the semester with no real updating plan or schedule. All I had was an idea that I thought was worth sharing.
But now that exams and the semester have ended I have had time to sit down and really work on chapters. Starting from the 1st of July there will be far more regular (hopefully daily) updates. Thank you to anyone who has read this far. I am truly grateful for your support and patience. đđ˝âCheers to the worldâs most beautiful bride!â Exclaimed Emma, who is my maid of honour. The room erupted in cheers as everyone raised their champagne flutes. âThank you, thank you.â I said, feigning shyness at their attention. I was so exited, today is my wedding day! I had been meticulously planning this day for the past eight months and dreaming about it for so much longer. I was marrying the love of my life, surrounded by the people we both love. Life was good. Me and my bridesmaids were all in one of the churchâs prayer rooms that had been converted into a dressing room for us to do our makeup and get ready. The same had been done on the other side of the church for the groomsmen to get ready in.This cathedral was massive and it sat at the heart of our city. Getting ready here was a better option than doing so off-site and driving here as there was bound to be traffic with all the guests coming in coupled with regular afternoon city centre traffic.âI still canât believe this
âRory, whatâs going onâ it was a stupid question really, anyone with eyes eyes and more than two functioning brain cells could probably correctly guess what had happened. But I didnât want to assume, there was no way this stupid clichĂŠ could actually be my life. I was internally crossing my fingers in hope that there was a reasonable alternative to the explanation that my head is already conjuring up. âBaby, listen to me; I can explainââ Camden began, before Rory cut him off.âWhen I got to Lizâs car I could immediately tell something was up. The car was moving a bit so I knew that there was someone in there. The closer I got, I could see clearer through the window and I could tell Liz was⌠bouncing up and down.âA huge lump began to form in my throat, and I closed my eyes trying to ward off the images that that phrase branded onto my brain. âI went to knock on the window, as a jokeâ Rory continued, âand to tell her and theâ at the timeâ mystery man to hurry up. I knocked on the win
The reception was in full swing. It actually was beginning to take the form of a fully catered rager. Since all the elders thought it would be in poor taste to celebrate a wedding that never happened. So it was just usâ mostlyâ youngins.After I spent over an hour having what can only be described as an actual mental breakdown in the prayer room (aka the bridal dressing room) I had to face the reality that there was an entire cathedral full of people waiting for something that was not coming.I sent Rachel out to inform the people that the wedding was off. No details, just that due to unforeseen (damn near fraudulent) circumstances the wedding would not be happening; but they were welcome to enjoy the reception. Iâd be damned if I was gonna let the open bar I paid so much money for to go to waste. Emma, the angel that she is, did all the heavy lifting when it came to re-organising the venue and catering so that the big round tables were cleared, and replaced with bar tables to make m
âAnyway, my point is the character wasnât worth shit. I might as well have picked according to status.â I said, swirling the ice around my drink.âWell, luckily for me I figured that out a long time ago. Long before I wouldâve found myself hosting one of these.â He proudly declares.âOh, is that why youâre a bit of a slut?â The words come out before my brain has an opportunity to register them. I slap my hands over my mouth, embarrassed by what I just said. âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean it like that. That was so rude, I wasnât thinking.â I say from behind my hands.âThatâs okay.â He laughs, âyes, that is why I am a bit of a slut.â He was clearly enjoying this a bit too much. âThough I wouldnât say I pick according to status. Iâm more of a appearance kind of guy, myself.â âIf I decided to forsake character, that would probably make it on my shortlist. That would probably be the only way youâd make it, since you Blackburn men are probably all the same.â I say, probably getting too comfo
The elevator dings open and I begin the unusually long walk to my office like I didnât just spend the last two weeks not showering and eating my weight in ice-cream.When I got back to the apartment I used to share with Cam the morning after my ravenous night with Alec, the full weight of the previous dayâs events fell on me like a semi truck. Walking into that apartment was like being woken up from a blissful sleep by having ice water dumped on you. I immediately got to work packing all of Camâs stuff and putting them into boxes. I then had my brother, and Camâs (ex?)best friend, come pick them up from from my apartment and drop them off at Camâs parentsâ house; not before making him promise not to tell them anything if Cam hadnât already.When I could no longer distract myself with my spring cleaning project, I took in just how devastatingly empty my apartment looked. It felt so cold and hollow. The first couple of nights there I couldnât even bring myself to sleep in the bed. The
I was deep in thought, reviewing the small changes to the plans for the shopping centre that I instructed my team to adjust before I left. I was making the final touches when Rachel sauntered into my office. âHi,â she chirped, pulling me out of my concentration. âDo you have any plans for lunch?âI looked at the time and noticed that it was already slightly after noon. I had been haunched over my desk for almost four hours and I didnât even notice.âUm, no.â I reply, â just let me finish this up this one thing real quick and Iâll be right with you.â She makes her way to the lounge area in the corner of my office and dramatically plops down into one of the seats. âThese are pretty, did you get them yourself?â She asks, noticing the flowers on the coffee table. âNo, someone sent them.â I answer carefully. I didnât want to give more information, but I didnât exactly want to lie. Rachel knows me too well for me to be able to get away with lying to her; and if she detects even the smalle
The rest of the week had gone by without a hitch. Work had gotten busier so I didnât have time to fester on the potential mess with Alec and our potentially intertwined business interests. I met with a few more clients for home designs, and finalised a partnership with a real estate development company. All in all I was grateful for the opportunity to throw myself into my work this week. Itâs Friday and itâs getting late. Iâm supposed to be meeting Emma, Rory and Rachel at Melody Line, a jazz club downtown, for our weekly cool down. Itâs been a tradition of ours since we moved back here after our semester abroad in our final year. I was shutting down my computer and getting ready to leave when I heard a knock at my door. âCome in.â I said, wondering who was still here at this hour. Liliana had already left, along with the rest of the floor. âYou have to make it quick, Iâm on my way out.â I say without looking up at whoever just walked in through the door. âI promise I wonât be lon
âWow, what a cunt!â Rory was on her third Long Island; and being the lightweight she is, all sense of propriety had left a long time ago.Rory had started coming along to our weekly nights shortly after we met at one of the first of Camâs familyâs get togethers that I had been invited to a little over three years ago. We got on like a house on fire, and soon started hanging out regularly outside of those family events. She integrated into the group very easily, winning the girls over with her crass charm.âYou canât go around calling people cunts so loudly.â Rachel chastises her. Ever the sensible one, she decided to stick with virgin cocktails for the night.âWell if the shoe fits this well I can just start calling her Cinderella.â She retortsâI think youâve had enough, youâre starting to not make sense.â Rachel goes to reach for Roryâs drink. Rory pulls her drink away from Rachelâs reach and pouts like a child.âSheâs right though, that was cunt behaviourâ Emma says while going to