We are invited to have brunch with the Becketts on a Sunday morning, declining the invitation it’s not an option even though neither Leopold nor I are thrilled to go. I guess getting the in laws is something all engaged couples have to do and we can’t be the exception. At least Mary Alice is going to be there, so that is something. She appears to be genuinely on my side, so maybe I won’t have to put up with Isabella Beckett’s nasty comments while her daughter is near.
There is no need for him to kiss me, no one is looking at us so we don’t have to pretend to be a couple, but he is still about to kiss me and I am not going to refuse him. I’m actually longing to feel his lips on mine, not as part of our act as a fake couple, but as a genuine kiss between two people. I want to kiss him for real, to enjoy the moment without thinking that I have to put on a good show for others.“Leopold, Emma! Wait! Don’t go!”Mary Alice’s voice takes us back to reality. We both take a jump back. Leopold clears his throat uncomfortable as I look to the other side as if I was staring at something in the distance.“I’m so sorry about what just happened. Father is talking to her right now. Don’t worry about the photo shoot next week, my mother will behave herself, I promise,” Mary Alice says as she breaths heavily from the effort from running to catch us.“I don’t know, Mary Alice... Maybe it will be better to have the photo shoot somewhere else,” Leopold says still upset.
Leopold has been super busy all morning in and out of meetings with his father and other board members. Apparently there was some problem with a car shipment and they have to deal with it and some people are getting fired. Since he doesn’t really needs me for anything while he attends to the problem, I have a little free time, which I use it to go through the numerous emails Mary Alice has sent me with ideas for the wedding (needless to say, all of these ideas have been previously approved by Constance Cassel, of course). I click on a link for a possible wedding venue, it’s a gorgeous salon with crystal walls by an artificial lake just an hour from the city, it looks nice. I click on the next link, I can’t help to snort with laughter when the p
I am preparing some contracts to send the legal department when I suddenly feel a presence hovering behind me, I thin smile appears on my face because I know who it is.“Don’t you have work to do?” I mutter while I keep on with my job.“Can’t a man make a quick visit to his lovely fiancée without being judged?” Leopold asks playfully.“What do you need?” I ask without turning to see him.Leopold leans on my chair, placing his face so close to me that my hair brushes his cheek.“I want to inform you about our big plans for tonight, darling,” he whispers to my ear.“What plans?” I ask unenthusiastically. Great, another social engagement we have to go to. I admit it is fun to go to fancy parties, although pretending to be someone I am not gets exhausting really fast.“I am taking my fiancée on a romantic date,” he says as he plays with a lock of my hair.I turn my eyes to him, suddenly interested in what he is saying.“You mean a night out just the two of us?” I ask surprised.“Yes, engag
The next Friday morning, instead of going to work like normal people, we head to the Beckett mansion for the photo shoot for our big engagement announcement. Once we get there, I find that Mary Alice not only has several outfits ready for me to try on, but she also hired a hairdresser and a make-up artist. Part of me thinks this is ridiculous, but part of me is loving to feel like a movie star.I try on several different outfits until I chose a pink dress that, according to Mary Alice, makes my eyes pop. The make-up artist and the hairdresser do their magic, and when I look at myself in the mirror I gasp. I’ve never had my hair and make-up done by a professional. I am the type of person that puts on a little mascara and calls it a day, but now I’m amazed about how much difference can a professional hand do. I was afraid I might look too fake or too not like myself, but that’s not the case, I look just like me, except better. The make-up is really natural, but at the same time, it hides
We are driving back to Leopold’s apartment, we haven’t said much since we left his parent’s mansion, but I prefer it this way. Being close to him has been confusing. He is so charming, so handsome, and such a good kisser, it is better for me to keep my distance from him as much as possible before I get any more confused. I don’t want to get hurt or feel the disappointment I felt in the cabin.“Do you want to do something this evening?” Leopold asks in a polite tone, I think he is trying to light up
When I wake up I am filled with hope, today is the day I’ll confess everything. I can’t wait to see Leopold and tell him how I feel. After days of trying to hide my feelings, even from myself, it is great to finally be honest about what my heart holds inside. I want him to know too, something tells me that he might love me back.Since it’s still a little early, I decide to surprise Leopold and make breakfast for the both of us before he wakes up. I am sure he is going to love the surprise. Today is Clara’s day off, so I can have the kitchen all to myself. I try not to make a lot of noise as I start to make chocolate chip pancakes, his favorites. I whip the pancake mix as I hum a song my mom used to sing to me when I was little. I haven’t been able to think about that song since she passed away, I guess I can bear it now because I must be in a really good mood. Suddenly a tall redheaded girl walks into the kitchen. I startle and the plastic bowl slips from my hands, splashing the pancak
The past few days Leopold and I have barely spoken to each other. We haven’t watched movies together, or had lunch together, or done any of the things we used to do before the photo shoot and the awkward encounter with his super model one-night-stand Ann Marie.When we are at the office, we limit our interactions to work-related issues and, at home, we both stay in our rooms for the most part, and if we happened to cross paths in th
The nightclub is crowded, I have to wait 40 minutes in line to get in and when I finally do I spend another 15 minutes looking for Nancy. When I find her, she is already a little bit tipsy, according to Mark from the sales department, she and Tania have been doing shots nonstop.“Emma, I am so glad you came! I was so sure you were going to cancel!” Nancy shouts as she gives me a big welcome hug.“Why?” I ask pretending to be offended by her remark.“Oh, come on, since you got engaged to Leopold you forgot all about us,” Tania says.“No, it’s not what you think. I am sorry you feel that way,” I apologize, which is a little hard to do with the loud electronic music in the background.“I am only going to forgive you if you do a tequila shot with us!” Nancy declares with a guffaw.“Fine!” I say with a wide smile.One tequila shot turns into five and the next thing I know we are all dancing uninhibitedly on the dance floor, we are making up silly dance moves to make each other laugh not car
I stand a few yards away from the party as I look at our few guests having a great time on the dance floor. Even Mary Alice seems to be having fun, although this wasn’t the wedding she planned for us. This isn’t happening in a castle in Europe, or at an elegant salon with crystal walls by an artificial lake. I know at first she was disappointed that I wanted to go in a different direction, but she eventually accepted that the wedding should reflect my taste, not hers. Constance Cassel was a different story, she resigned in the middle of the planning because she considered my ideas to be too “plain for her to work with”, and maybe they were, but this is what I wanted: A small intimate ceremony in a garden filled with red roses, under a big old tree. I may be too simple, too dull and not at all striking or vibrant, but that’s ok, this is who I am, and I like myself. Besides, everything about this days is perfect for me: this is my dream wedding with my dream man.Leopold comes from behi
I can’t help the tears that fall from my eyes. I can’t believe I am never going to see Leopold again. I leave the note on my bed next to the gorgeous engagement ring that Leopold gave me. I wipe the tears from my eyes, before I take my suitcase and leave.Clara is too busy handling the arrangement of the new hospital bed and the arrival of the medical personnel, so she doesn&rsq
As I go in the apartment, I intend to go straight to my room to pick up my things before I leave for good, but Clara is here and she is worried sick because she heard Leopold was wounded by a firearm. The elderly woman seems too fragile for me to just leave her with no answers, she has worked for Leopold for years and she genuinely cares for her boss’s well-being. I sit on the bed with her and I tell her what happened, that the surgery was successful and that Leopold will recover fully. She is very relieved to hear the news and goes to bed with a big smile. The moment Clara goes back to her room, I take out my suitcase and I start to pack all of my belongings. I have no idea where I will go, I just know that
“I was kidnaped by Alex Ricci...” I admit as I lift my eyes to meet theirs. “He is the gangster that shot Leopold, he did it because Leopold came to rescue me while I was kidnaped.”“What?!” Mary Alice exclaims.“But the chief of police said Leopold was shot by a ma
As I wait for the Beckett family to get to the hospital, the nurse tells me that Leopold is already in his room and that he is conscious. I walk as fast as I can without running towards his room. Leopold is lying on the hospital bed looking out the window with a scowl on his face. He looks more pail and has bags under his eyes, but he still looks astonishingly handsome. I freeze at the door as I contemplate him, I can’t believe I almost lost him.“Hi,” I say in a soft
The ambulance arrives a few minutes after. Leopold is still conscious, but weak. The paramedics attend to him without wasting any time. They prepare Leopold to take him in the ambulance, I am holding his hand and I don’t want to let go.“Can I come with him?” I ask one of the paramedics.
(Emma’s P.O.V.)“It’s…. Eh…” the man hesitates to answer.As the man downstairs mumbles, I keep on trying to get free from his grip. I tried to cry out for help, but the second his man informed him that there was someone outside, Alex put his hand over my mouth to prevent me from asking for help to whoever is here.“Who is it?” Alex asks again angrily.“The pretty boy... the one who confronted us the other day when we were looking for Eddie,” the man downstairs responds.My heart glows with hope. Leopold is here! I punch Alex on the ribs, but he doesn’t flinch, he stays put and tightens his grip around me.“Send him away, fool,” Alex mutters.“I tried to, boss, but he is demanding to see you and he won’t take no for an answer... Boss, he called the police on us last time, what if he does the same now? This house is going to be compromised,” the man says nervously.“Come upstairs,” Alex orders him.The man climbs up the stairs to our floor. I recognize him, he was the one having the sta
(Emma’s P.O.V.)My head is killing me and my stomach is upset. I slowly open my eyes and look around me. I don’t recognize this dark room. The room is empty except for the mattress I’m lying on over the floor. I try to move, but my hands are tied together on my back with a rope. I try to break free, but the knot is too tight. After several tries, I am able to kneel over the bed. I look around me once more, trying to find something sharp to cut the rope, but there is nothing in this room aside from the mattress. My whole body starts to shake. Where am I? What is this place?After a few tries, I get up and I walk with wobbly steps towards the bedroom door. I turn my back on the door and I grab the knob, I twist it, but the door is locked. I sigh distressed. I press my ear against the door, but I don’t hear anything on the other side.“Hello?!” I shout. “Is anyone there?” No one replies. “What do you want? Why am I here?”There is just silence on the other side of the door. After a few mo
(Leopold’s P. O. V.)I wake up slowly and feeling wonderful. I smile as the memories from last night come to my mind. I stretch my arms towards Emma, I can’t wait to hold her close again, but then I startle when I notice that she is not by my side on the bed.“Emma?” I call her with a froggy voice.Maybe she is in the bathroom. I wait for a moment, but she doesn’t reply. I clear my throat and I stretch my arms lazily. Maybe she is making breakfast for us or maybe she went back to her bedroom because I snored and she couldn’t sleep because of the noise. I do that sometimes when I am too tired. I get up from the bed and I walk around the apartment looking for her.“Emma?” I call her again, but she doesn’t reply, I am starting to think that she is not here.Her bedroom is empty and she is not in the living room, the dining room, the library, or in the kitchen. I go back to my room to grab my cell phone and I call her, but she doesn’t pick up. This is so strange, where could she be?Maybe