Chapter 4

4: A wedding in Chapel << Miles >> We spend most of our evening in pubs and bars. After hitting some casinos, Liam takes off with a girl and I am left alone. "Loosen up!" he says before leaving. Loosen up is the last thing on my mind. My mind is still swirling with plans to save my hard work. But I am unable to figure out how I can do that. This trust fund money a year later would be no good to me. Marrying a random girl wouldn't work either. She will probably claim my property in alimony when we divorce. A genuine wedding is a No No affair. "Is this seat taken?" A beautiful Latino girl in a gorgeous dress asks me. Generous breasts. Petite body. Totally my type. But for some reason, the idea doesn’t excite me. "Actually, I'm already leaving." I chuck up my drink and get up to leave. She looks offended, and I sigh. Why do girls have low confidence, even when they are damn beautiful? As if their self worth depends on me being nice or a dick with them. I am feeling generous today, So I tell her, "On any other day, I would have shown you a real good time, but I am not in a good mood today." She blinks at me and breaks into a beautiful smile. As I walk away, she calls me out. “Would you like to attend a wedding with me?” That's an odd request! I turn and cock my brow at her. “It might brighten your mood! I am looking for a date for my Best friend’s wedding this evening.” Wedding in Las Vegas? “Is this some quickie marriage?” She rolls her eyes and says, “It kinda is… but she demanded me to bring a date as if I could grow a boyfriend out of the ground in an hour somehow.” “Typical Bridezilla!” I chuckle. She lets out a musical laughter. “She sure is. Looking at her temper, I am almost happy she is not having an extravagant wedding.” “So… would you be interested?” She says, giving me a flirtatious smile. I shrug. “Why not! It will be a pleasant distraction for the evening.” I have seen enough things in this city, but a wedding in Las Vegas Chapel is certainly not one of them. And Who knows, after the wedding I might get in the mood to bed this gorgeous girl too. I hope she wouldn't mind a one night fuck. << Sophia >> It’s been almost a week since I ran away from home like a teenager. Threw my sim card away and broke contact with everyone. Barely took me a day to realize that was a hasty decision. To start a new life, I need a few things. Well, actually more than a few things… And there is no point in buying everything when I have my stuff in my old apartment. So I contacted Lena. She is my only friend, not connected to my personal life. She agreed to help me out to start a new life. The very life I plan to start over. I am waiting here enjoying myself, trying to forget the pain in Las Vegas while she packs and sends my stuff over to New York. Yes, that's where I am going. I did so much for that family for everyone. What did I get? Betrayal. Heartbreak. I poured my heart and sweat into Dad’s company. And look at him. I haven't heard from him either. Maybe he doesn't even know I am missing yet. Yeah, I know my number isn't working, but my social media accounts are still active. I feel a pang of pain in my heart and tears simmer in my eyes again. I take a swig of vodka from the bottle on the dressing table to suppress my anger and take out my phone. I will fucking delete my social media accounts too. I am damn tired of waiting to hear from Dad and Caleb. Maybe I knew they wouldn't even try to find me. That's why I threw my sim in the first place. There was nothing in that city for me. Not even a loving family. I was just doing my duties, hoping to get love and affection from everyone. I will be a new person In New York city. I will work for myself and will earn a name. And I certainly will not be a polite one anymore. I scoff at the idea. Because right now, I am getting ready to attend a stupid wedding. Why do you ask? Because I am god damn polite. “Aghhh!“ I groan in frustration. Considering how my own engagement has broken, and my wedding has been canceled. I should try to keep my damn distance from these stupid events. But here I am getting ready for one. I take another gulp of vodka from bottle and slam it back on the dressing table. When I drove away from that cheating bastard that evening, I ended up in this pleasant hotel in Las Vegas. I needed a break. I had been working my ass off for the last few years, and it was an excellent decision. Until… Until I befriended a nice but persistent girl. It's her god-damn wedding tonight, and she needed a witness. All she had to do was look at me with beautiful doe-like eyes and say Please… and I melted. I sigh. I am not sure if I am ready to attend a wedding so soon. I am still raw from my heartbreak. I am still crying myself to sleep. I hope I don't start crying in the chapel with a broken heart, remembering Caleb. That would be embarrassing. Once I am ready, I get up from the dressing chair and I feel my head spinning. Fuck. I sit back in the chair and groan in frustration. Damn… Evening hasn't even started and I am drunk already. She will kill me if i don't attend the wedding tonight. … As I am sitting still in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection, I hear a knock at the door. I look at the wall clock. I am unable to read the damn time. I blink and blink, trying to make out the needles of the clock. It looks like I have been sitting in this spot for half an hour. I giggle. “It's open!” I yell towards the door. I think it's open. I am not sure anymore. A girl walks inside… with a boy… No… He is a man. Damn… He is the Man. I want to get up and walk towards him. But I am not a fool. Who would want a fat ugly chick? “Thank god you are ready! We were waiting for you in lobby.” I giggle. “I know you… You are the bride's friend.” She frowns at me. “Are you drunk?” I giggle again. “Maybe…” “Fuck!” she says to the Man in frustration. “She will kill me. Even if it's not my fault.” “How many did you have?” The guy asks, picking the bottle from the table. “Only one!” I tell him with wide eyes. He is so damn beautiful I want to stare at him. Like forever…. He raises his eyebrow at me. “You mean one bottle.” “Nooo” I scowl. Then I think. “Ohh... Yea... Maybe…” He shakes his head at me and grabs my arm and pulls me up. “Let's see if you can stand up alright…” I get up. ”Good!” he approves. “Let's see if you can walk now..” He slips his arm around my waist to keep me steady. I take a few steps with him and ask, “What is your name?” “Miles,” He says. “Ohhh… I can walk one hundred Miles for you!”