Chapter 5

ALENA

Finally there was some peace and quiet after two weeks of constant chattering, long sessions of ‘how to do this and that' and all the drama. 

We only had one night till the wedding reception which would be a grand affair so everyone left the house to give us privacy. 

This was not just some ordinary wedding reception. A billionaire from the Cameron family was getting married to a Weston. It had to be a wedding reception that would make history. It was belated but for the sake of tradition we had to have it and make things officially official in front of everyone. 

I had to be taught literally everything from scratch because according to my mom, she wouldn't like being embarrassed in front of all the reputable people that would be present. 

I had come across Dylan a couple of times downstairs and in the hallways. He had not looked at me even once and whenever I tried to speak to him he just left me there looking stupid. 

He was very busy with the preparations. Everyone was. I wonder how he had managed to keep his relationship with Gwen private for two years. I was bored to death. 

Life is so unfair, I always thought.

When would I ever get the opportunity to be happy and be appreciated for being me? I had to talk to Dylan before the reception. I had to clear up everything and let him know! wasn't his enemy. 

After a lot of thought, I had decided that he was free to have a relationship with Gwen. I wouldn't stand in his way. I had no right to march into his life and separate him from the love of his life. 

I had no right to force him to love me either. I just wanted to start things on a good note and for the first time in years live a peaceful life. I slipped out of my warm blankets and approached the door. My heart was jackhammering all of a sudden. Guess it wouldn't be that easy after all. 

Gathering all the courage in me, I opened the door and made my way out. My face looked calm compared to how stormy my mind was. 

The hallway was quiet and empty. I took a moment to appreciate all the details of this mansion. It was a state of the art mansion and literally everything screamed wealth and luxury. I passed by a familiar bedroom down the hallway that forced painful memories to resurface. The night of our wedding I had woken up to get some water downstairs. 

Sounds I heard coming from inside would surely haunt me for life. Gwen was moaning passionately probably every time he hit the right spot. Whatever they were doing must have been incredible because the moans were constant and totally out of this world. I quickly got a hold of myself and continued my journey downstairs before my tears would betray me and spill out. 

They would ruin the entire plan. I didn't want to look like a weakling. I wanted to prove to him that I had a brave and strong side too. I made it to the lounge and then I watched all my strength go down the drain. Lines I had rehearsed the entire week suddenly vanished and fear sat on me like a pillow over my mouth and nose. 

Dylan sat on a loveseat with Gwen firmly ensconced in his arms. They looked cozy with matching sweaters on. Gwen's head lay on Dylan's chest and she was looking up at him while he smiled down at her telling her something which made her to giggle, thereby giving him an opportunity to steal a kiss. They were so cute that I almost teared up. She was so lucky. I balled my fists and swallowed a lump that had formed on my throat. 

You can do this, Alena, I said to myself.

I ambled towards them and stood nervously before them. Their attention slowly shifted to me and their love chants died away. I couldn't look at them and see the hate in their eyes. I was already an emotional mess. Their hate would hammer me to the ground. 

"H… hello," I stuttered, rubbing my sweaty palms together. 

"Hi, Alena," Gwen replied. I could feel her gaze on me. 

Dylan remained silent which forced me to look up. His cold gaze was on me. How did his mood change so quickly? 

"Uh, so I… I… I....” 

"Is “I” your favorite word?" Dylan interrupted me, taking me by surprise. 

"No. No. Not at all.” 

"So get to the point and stop wasting our time." 

"Okay. I wanted to talk to you.” 

"You wanted to which means you no longer want to, so why are you here?" 

Save me, please. 

"I mean I want to talk to you. Is it possible?" 

"I'm busy at the moment as you can see," he replied, stroking Gwen's hair. 

"Babe," Gwen whispered, squeezing his hand gently. 

"I won't take much of your time.” 

"Which part of I'm busy don't you get?" he snapped, making me jump a little. 

“Please,” I tried again, this time my voice threatening to break. 

“Dyl. Calm down, honey. Relax. Don't scare her like that,” Gwen said, soothing him and running her fingers up and down his chest then she planted a kiss on his jaw. 

"Alena, Dyl is not in the mood right now. Try another time.” 

"Sure," I replied nervously, already preparing to go away as fast as I could. 

I then turned around and started walking away. At that moment, I just wished for the ground to open and swallow me. That was so embarrassing and I felt horrible. 

Gwen was never rude to me. I knew that she just didn't care about me, otherwise she was a nice person. I just walked until I found myself in some room which was probably another lounge with a large flat screen TV. 

I sighed heavily, and I was about to release all my feelings when I saw a guy sitting on a couch playing a video game. He startled me as I wasn't expecting to see anyone there.