Engagement /in-ˈgāj-mənt/
Noun. Emotional involvement or commitment.
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CELINE WESTWOOD POV.
Things never go well, when we’re near each other. Our relationship isn’t a “hate and love” relationship because there is no love between us. That word doesn’t even exist when it comes to Lucian and me.
I haven’t spoken to that man in years. I get angry just thinking about what happened the last time we saw each other at his father’s retirement party.
That devil had the nerve to call me a spoiled heiress in front of his friends. Claiming that every expensive thing I have is always paid for by my parents. Like the big house, I live in, the fancy car that I drive, amazing clothes, and expensive jewelry that I own.
None of those things were even close to being true!
I’m the one that paid for all of those things. None of the things I buy are from my parents. The house, cars, and other possessions I have today are all things that I buy with my money. I don’t understand how sweet parents like his, can give birth to a devil-like him.
His face has been plastered all over the tabloids on many occasions. Pictures of him having women draped over him on yachts, in hotel rooms, and clubs can be easily found both on the internet and off. I immediately throw away every magazine every time I see his disgusting face on it.
If I was ever hesitant to turn down this potential client, I am certainly going to turn it down now. I do not want anything to do with Lucian, and matching Iris with that man would be a massive mistake.
It would be idiotic to take this job.
I open my mouth to voice my thoughts.
“Now before you say no, let me tell you the reason why I’m telling you this to begin with,” Bethany quickly added. Unaware of the tiny amount of time, my thoughts had strayed away.
“Miss. Alderson you know my policy,” I reminded her.
I do not do matches with anyone that has a history of cheating.
Even though Lucian has never technically cheated on a woman, due to the fact of having never been in a committed relationship in order for “cheating” to happen in the first place. There have been multiple accounts when he was seen having an affair with women who were in a relationship.
“How many times, do I have to tell you to call me Bethany?” Bethany asked in a rhetorical tone with a hint of annoyance.
I shook my head even though she couldn’t see me. I didn’t miss the fact that she emphasized her first name to me. I never call my clients by their first name. It’s good to have a good relationship with them, but I like to keep my relationships professional.
“Other than that, I know your rules.” She replied. “You don’t do matches with anyone that has a history of cheating.”
I nodded. “Have you ever heard of the saying, Once a cheater always a cheater?”
“I know right!?” Bethany rhetorically shouted. A disappointed sigh soon followed, on the other side of the line. “I told Iris that, but she did not budge. She’s close to falling into depression, because of how much pain she feels when she sees him with another woman in the tabloids. I’m worried that she might do something crazy, that she’ll regret.”
I’m sure that Iris isn’t the only woman in the world that feels hurt whenever they see Lucian with another woman. A lot of women love him and most of these fans of his were women. He’s extremely popular with them.
Except me.
Not me.
I hate that man.
Not wanting to dwell on this any longer, I get straight to the point. “Miss. Alderson, I am sorry but I will not match those two.” A firm tone in my voice.
She sighed in disappointment. “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?”
“No,” I replied.
She sighed, “Okay.”
I nod, even though she couldn’t see me. Glad that she is giving up on this topic. Wanting to shut down this topic, I lie, “Good. Now I have to leave-,”
Bethany interrupted me, “Sometimes, I forget that you have another job and this is all a secret.”
“A secret I intend to keep just that. A secret,” I emphasized the last word.
“Yes, I know,” Bethany, replied in a dismissive tone.
“Good.” I nod. “I really do have to go,” I lied. Congratulations again, on your engagement, and I’m extremely happy for you.”
“Okay,” she pouted. “And thank you Celine!” she added in a lighter tone. Happy about her engagement.
“Goodbye Miss. Alderson,” I reply.
“Call me Bethany!” She playfully shouted. “Bye Celine.”
I end the phone call and put my cell down on the desk in front of me. Luckily, she had called my work cell when I just got home. I always tried to avoid calls that pertained to my matchmaking job, whenever I’m not home. You never know who’s listening to your conversation. This is why I only answer these calls at home, or in my car.
Closing my eyes, I sigh in exhaustion at the long day I had and lean back in my chair. I rub the temples of my forehead at the oncoming headache.
“Knock knock,” said a light voice coming from the door.
“Leave me alone,” I groaned.
Without having to open my eyes, I already know who is on the other side.
Light laughter was sent back. “Open the door, before I call your mom and tell her about the time you snuck out of your room in high school, to go to Bobby Wills house party.”
I quickly flew out of my chair at the threat and ran to the door, quickly opening it.
A tall
A beautiful tall tan-colored Filipina woman with long black hair and big black doe eyes greeted me with a victorious smirk. Her eyebrow raised and chin stuck up, “That’s what I thought,” she said in a smug tone.
“You play dirty Al,” I said in distaste.
She laughed. Waving her hand in a dismissive action, unfazed with my reaction.
“Well, thou shalt not ignore your best friend.” She said in a teasing tone. She walked towards the seat in front of my desk and sat down. Gesturing to my office chair behind my desk she nodded her head to it.
Everyone meet my best friend.
Althea Domingo.
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Hostess \host-ess\ Noun. A woman in charge of a dining room who seats diners. ******* CELINE WESTWOOD POV. I pull up to Bonita and stop in front of the entrance. A parking valet opens my door. I grab my purse beside me and step out of the car. “Hello ma’am, welcome to Bonita,” he greeted. “Hello,” I greeted back. Dropping the keys in his hands, making sure to thank him and giving him a tip. He smiles with a thankful look on his face. Leaving my car in their hands, I walk into Bonita. Bonita screamed the definition of expensive. From the bright light shining down from the teardrop crystal chandeliers down to the gold that framed the floor to ceiling windows, and white and gold dining room. Employees wearing crisp white uniforms with gold intricately stitched into it. Seeing two young women behind the hostess stand I began to walk t
Snitch \snich\Noun. Tattletale *******CELINE WESTWOOD POV.My damp hair drops as I pull the now wet towel out of my hair and drop it on the ground beside me. I grabbed my hairdryer and curling iron in one of the side drawers of my vanity.I plug in my hairdryer and curling iron, then quickly start drying my hair. I thank God that my hair isn’t thick enough, to the point it would take forever for me to finish doing it.After deeming it dry enough, I begin to start working on my curls. Brushing my hands through my curls after being done.I stand up, walking towards my walk-in closet, and pull out my black ankle strap heels. Slipping it on my feet, I bend down to buckle the straps.I stand up and walk towards my floor-to-ceiling mirror beside the door of my walk-in closet and do a 360 turn to examine my outfit.I look at the woman in the mirror and
Spy \spī\Verb. To watch secretly usually for hostile purposes.*******CELINE WESTWOOD POV.Pushing back the feeling of uneasiness, “Of course I’ll come with you tonight.”Althea stands up and lets out a breath of relief. “Thank you so much, C.” She let out a small laugh, “I got to admit,” shaking her head from left to right, “I thought you would say no after what I did to you.”I raised my brow at her and crossed my arms, “You’re lucky I’m more excited to see you go on a date than think about that right now.”She gave me a sheepish grin and quickly walked towards me. Throwing her arms around me and giving me a tight hug. “I’m super” she squeezed tightly, “sorry!”I laughed, “Yeah, yeah,” patting her back, “Now let go of me, before you s
Misfortune \mis-ˈfȯr-chən\ Noun. an event or conjunction of events that causes an unfortunate or distressing result. ******* CELINE WESTWOOD POV. I groaned in agony, at the misfortune that I had just allowed myself to be put into. Dropping my head onto my desk. Like a rabbit being taunted by a tasty carrot under a box, I had unknowingly let my guard down and put myself in a position to be trapped. I pulled my head up and threw Althea a glare. “You tricked me,” I said in accusation. She put her hands up in defense, “I just want to say that it wasn’t my idea but I had no choice.” Giving her an unconvinced look, “What do you mean it wasn’t your choice to trick me into attending?” “Well- “she began to answer. Looking at her, “Did someone hold a gun to your head, and threatened you in order to make me go?” “No,” she pouted. Sh
Party \pär-tē\Noun. A social gathering. *******CELINE WESTWOOD POV. Althea “Al” Domingo, and I have been best friends since university. We met at Cucina Gustosa when I applied to work there part-time. She applied at the same time as me for a hostess position and after we started talking, we discovered that we went to the same university. We found out that we had a lot in common, such as being the same age, having the same hobbies; enjoying the same type of music, and were both the only child in our family.When I purchased the mansion that I now live in, I kept insisting for her to move in with me since I had plenty of room for her; but she wanted to live on her own. She currently lives in her own condo in the city. She’s very independent, so I gave up after the third time of asking. She knows about my successful business of being a matchmaker. Sh
Engagement /in-ˈgāj-mənt/Noun. Emotional involvement or commitment. *******CELINE WESTWOOD POV. Things never go well, when we’re near each other. Our relationship isn’t a “hate and love” relationship because there is no love between us. That word doesn’t even exist when it comes to Lucian and me.I haven’t spoken to that man in years. I get angry just thinking about what happened the last time we saw each other at his father’s retirement party.That devil had the nerve to call me a spoiled heiress in front of his friends. Claiming that every expensive thing I have is always paid for by my parents. Like the big house, I live in, the fancy car that I drive, amazing clothes, and expensive jewelry that I own.None of those things were even close to being true!I’m the one that paid for all of thos
Matchmaker /ma-ch-may-ker/Noun. A person that tries to bring two single people together to form a romantic relationship.*******10 Years Later…CELINE WESTWOOD POV. Someone once asked me if I ever felt lonely. My answer was always the same.“Of course not.”There was no need for me to ever feel lonely when I was always surrounded by those that loved me. For example; my family and close friends.I know that’s not what people mean when they asked me if I felt lonely. I know that they were talking about me possibly feeling lonely because I’m currently single, but I refuse to give them more time to talk to me about my love life.I don’t need to be loved by another man to make me feel like I’m beautiful. I don&rsquo
Sixteen-year-old Celine watched as her father twirled her mother around on the dance floor. They’re high school sweethearts and years later, still in love more than ever. Swinging her back and forth, looking lovingly into her eyes. It was like watching a Disney movie. She loved seeing the look on her mother’s face as she started back into her father’s eyes adoringly. Her dad was her mom’s prince charming and her mother was his princess. It was love. They were at a friend of the family’s wedding and Celine had been excited to come when she found out about it. Her elbow-length dark brown hair had been done in soft curls. She had put on a light amount of makeup, which was the right amount to highlight her features. She rarely dressed up as much as she currently was. It was the current event that influenced her to do this. Her stunning cream-colored maxi dress made her look like she was floating across the room when she walked. It had an overlapping off-the-shoul