Waking Up with a Ring on My Finger and a Bad Boy at My Side [04]

Danny poured himself a glass of champagne and I shot him a glare. "Danny, I saved that for special events only," I said. He smirked and shrugged with the bottle of champagne still in his grasp. "This is a special occasion, isn't it?"

Amber kept playing with a strand of her hair as if she was trying to figure something out. I was really glad and enthusiastic at first when I heard they could come over. Danny was a well-known motivational book author. I knew one day he would be something along the lines of a writer...but that was because he was more passionate towards writing essays rather than solving equations.

Amber, on the other hand, was a happily married woman. She got married around last year with a fellow colleague...who shared the same interest in dinosaurs. Both of them were paleontologists.

"The date is set?!" she screamed as soon as I opened the door earlier. "Oh my god, Samantha! Congratulations--"

She stopped in mid-sentence as soon as she saw my frown.

So a few hours later, here we were...Danny stealing half of the food in my fridge and Amber looking a bit dazed by my story. He plopped down next to us. "So let me get this, one night he had a night out with his friends...one of them happens to be Eve-Bitchy-Lyn?"

"Yeah," Amber replied when I didn't answer. "They met at the same bar that night and so his colleague started to blab out about Sammy and him," she continued, rolling her eyes. "And she started to poke her nose in their wedding, offering help! The nerve of that woman!"

"Why didn't Brandon ignored her anyway?" Danny scoffed.

Last night, when Brandon got back home and after his foot-long apology speech, he told me about a fact that I really didn't want to hear. He told me that Evelyn was being sincere and he really believed that she's changed. He also reminded me of my crammed event diary.

A selfish side of me still wanted to plan my own wedding, but the rational side of me said that a wedding planner's job was to make the bride's job much more bearable. All I had to do was give her my idea, and then she would be arranging it.

It was THAT simple.

"Men," Amber sighed, taking a piece of cookie from the plate set on the glass coffee table. "They could be so gullible sometimes when it comes to girls."

Danny looked as if he didn't want to have anything to do with the conversation anymore, so he stood up again. But out of the corner of my eyes, I could see him tripped on something and almost fell.

The parcel. Damn, I forgot all about that.

"There's no way to talk properly to him about it. It's a futile attempt," I muttered absent-mindedly. "In a way, I just have to give my ideas to Evelyn and she's the one who would be making the preparations."

Wedding planners were supposed to hear the clients, maybe offer their own ideas too. They were like personal assistants...for weddings!! Hm, maybe this would go well after all.

Maybe I was being judgmental towards Evelyn because of her status before.

Just maybe.

I gestured for Danny to give me the parcel. "What is it?" Danny asked when I managed to open it up with a cutter. It was pure white fabric...

I've seen this before. In a picture.

With disbelief, I pulled it out of the package and gasped. "Oh my god," I whispered, stroking the soft fabric. "It's my mother's dress."

Yeah, yeah...I know what you think. It would be ugly and I would be stupid as fuck if I wanted to wear it, but it was really not that bad! It was a spaghetti strap, simple with no embroideries whatsoever. There were the infamous laces, but it didn't look as horrible as I thought it would be.

"That's your mom's dress?!" Amber said, her mouth gaping. "You're so lucky. My mom's dress made me look like a huge giant bubble gum."

"Are you going to where it?" Danny asked when I took out a little card that said, "Your mom's wedding dress. You can choose whether to wear it or not, I just felt the need to give it to you."

Oh wow. This was great! This was the only memory of her I've got since I was sent to Tom's trailer in a blink of an eye. It was beautiful. If my mother was here, I had a strong feeling that she would like me to wear this too.

"Of course I'm going to wear it! Are you kidding me?" I gasped, giggling. Oh well, I could save a bit of money this way too. I beamed brightly...and I wished my mother was still here more than ever.