2— He's a brat

Everything was changing in a day. Life has never been funny. Just yesterday I travelled back to downtown, LA, and now I was on my way to the court house where I'd be getting married.

Again. To an unknown Billionaire.

Oh, Cora, how'd you even get here? I was so happy to finally see Ariana. If only I knew what awaited me was that.

But even so, could I have said no? I would still have done something — especially with the situation mum got herself in.

Finally, the car I was in stopped and before I could try to open it, the driver who also appeared like a bodyguard rushed to open the door to my surprise.

“Be careful,” mum whispered beside me as I tried to get down the car and I rolled my eyes. The long damned yellow dress I was in made me uncomfortable.

I was surprised when the dress was brought but upon thinking, I remembered there were no dress code to getting married to a courthouse.

I got out and scoffed as the gown swept the floor, making me look like a princess that I wasn't.

That wasn't my style. I liked to look elegant and sophisticated and not like a damn princess. Looking like a princess was for Ari. Oh my sister, I hope she's okay.

“We'll lead you in,” the guard gave a bow, catching me by surprise but I simply followed, trying to comprehend. It was the style of the wealthy. I had dealt with them after all.

“Oh my god, I'm so happy. It's my dream to see you getting wedded. Again.” Mum added the last part silently but I paid no attention to her as my eyes darted around.

People trouped in and out of the courthouse, judges, sheriffs, security officers and people walking all around, each seeming to be in their own thoughts.

“Oh my dear,” the voice brought me back to my environment and turning, my eyes rested on a perfect glowing face, highlighted my curly brown hair.

“Oh she's so gorgeous, such a nice hair,” she complimented, “I'm your groom's mother,” she cleared sensing my confusion and before I could say a word, she leaned forward, pulling me into a hug.

All the uneasiness I didn't know I had dissipated before she pulled away, “you're gorgeous,” staring deep into my eyes, she turned to mum.

“What'd you say her name was again?”

“Cora,” mum said in a hurry and she hesitated for a while before she smiled, “It's nice to meet you. Now, let's just wait for my son.”

“He's not here?”

“Yes, he's not,” a voice replied me before the woman could say a word and turning, I saw the exact replica of the woman.

“I was passing by and wanted to see the bride,” she scorned and ran her eyes down me, “she is not bad,” she muttered and turned around.

“Aren't you attending the wedding?”

“No, it's not real after all,” she said and walked off while the woman exhaled.

“I'm sorry about that,” she shook her head, “An introduction. I am Aurelia, Calvin's mum. Calvin is the groom. You can call me Aurelia or Mrs Logan.”

“I see, the latter is fine,” I smiled and glanced around. Where was the damn Calvin? Didn't he know how to keep to time?

“Let's go over this for a second,” Mrs Logan said and grabbed a file, “this is all you have to keep to.”

I scan my eyes through the agreement. Only a wife outside of the house. I didn't have to cook or do any work. Only go out with him when needed. That's perfect.

“It's okay,” I said and exhaled. “When will he be here? We agreed to meet by 3pm.”

“One second,” Mrs Logan grabbed the phone and placed a call to him, “almost here.”

For another five minutes, mum and Mrs Logan chatted, then I heard the footsteps click and then a sturdy perfect figure came into view, standing and walking with all the grace in the whole world.

Calvin. I didn't need to be told that was him. Mum already gave me an earful about him. His black hair was sleeked backwards, highlighting his perfect face.

His cheekbones were moulded just to fit his face and when he reached me, the sun reflected, making his eyes shine bright.

We held a gaze for a microsecond before he looked away, turning to his mum.

“You're late,” Mrs Logan admonished.

“I'm here now. Let's go in,” and he turned, making me pause.

What? No apology for being late?

“You're late,” I said this time around and he turned back to me.

“Then you should move so we can go in.”

What? Didn't he even honour the courthouse?

I faked a smile and walked towards him, “you should give an apology for your lateness.”

And he scoffed and ruffled his hair before turning to his mum, “What's all this Aurelia, you said she'll be humble considering her background.”