Waking Up with a Ring on My Finger and a Bad Boy at My Side [06]

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It took me 5 minutes to convince the receptionist that I was Samantha Bennett - Evelyn Spencer's client. It took me another 5 minutes to convince her that I was not a clone, a replica, a fraud or whatever she said. 5 more minutes to tell her NOT to tell Evelyn I was here.

And another set of 5 minutes to realize that I have bad sense of direction. But never mind, I've found the ballroom. I sneaked in, I didn't exactly know why...

It was just that there was too many guards around here; there must be another reception or something in another ballroom. But when I pushed open the doors, my mind set on telling off Evelyn...

I saw the most wonderfully beautiful room with Evelyn smacked in the middle of it, demanding someone for the cake menu. I was speechless. It was as if my voice left me. No wonder no one couldn't shut up about The Plaza.

The room had that rococo feel to it, and the atmosphere screams 'elegant'. I could NOT afford this, I--

"Samantha!" Evelyn gasped when she turned around to see the gaping me. She smirked knowingly. "I've told you," she said. "I've told you if you'd see it you'll fall in love with it!"

Was this love? I didn't know for sure, but I was feeling something alright.

"The wedding reception would be held here, and you'll get married in the Terrace Room. You've came right on time! I was just picking out a cake for you. Now I know the kind of girl you are. We can review the menu now."

For a moment there I didn't know what she was talking about, until she whistled loudly for the waiters to come out. They brought out a menu and a cart that had dozens of plates on it with little, small foods. Again with this stuff?

She showed me the menu and looked at me expectantly as I skimmed it. Ratatouille? Wasn't that the Disney animation where the rat could cook? Why the hell would I want to eat that?!

Roquefort? Pecorino? How many cheese did a reception needs? Those were types of cheese right?

I felt my cheeks getting hot. I should know these things but it seems as if those knowledge escaped my head. Plus, Evelyn was a wedding planner too, but she was way more extravagant than me. You need proof?

"The cake, madame," someone said to Evelyn. Behind him, on the other hand, was at least 12 foot tall white tiered cake with ribbons and some of those small, silver sugar balls on it. Next to it was a plate of a vanilla sponge cake with frosting covering it.

The baker handed the small cake to me. "Oh right, this is an example of their finest selection," she explained to me, gesturing to the cake. It was like a freaking skyscrapper. "It's for the wedding reception tonight, so that explains why the hustle and bustle," she said, nodding towards the people who were busy decorating stuff.

I felt dizzy as I took the plate from him. He gave me a fork and I dug in reluctantly. To be honest, I hated frosting. I was never a fan of them, whereas the sponge cake--

Oh. My. God.

"Blissful isn't it?" Evelyn said excitedly. "And that's just the cheap one. You could choose your own fillings, frosting and decorations all by yourself. So I'm going to leave you alone with this lovely man here. Mr. Pierre, if you please."

The baker stepped in proudly and began to explain to me all types of cake.

Was it wrong to say that maybe...just maybe...a wedding in The Plaza wasn't such a bad idea after all?

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I went back to our home feeling a tad dizzy and sick...but that was just because I had a slight fever. The headache part was from viewing The Plaza's grand ballroom. After that, I went to do my job arranging weddings...although there was a slight mishap about the goldfish...

You see, the groom wanted his pet goldfish to be the one of the groomsmen. Let's just said that it...went to sleep...forever.

Why couldn't I arrange normal weddings once in a while?

When I went back home around 8p.m. that night, I walked straight into another surprise: Brandon back home early. He was still in his formal business suit but he looked messy. His hair was sticking out in every angle, his shirt was half-tucked out...half-tucked in and his tie hung loose around his collar. He was sitting in front of the laptop again.

"Welcome back," he said, winking. He ignored his work for a while and pulled me in his arms. "I've missed you," he whispered, his hand on my forehead. "Are you having a fever?"

"Kind of," I shrugged. "It's no biggie. I'm a bit sensitive to cold weathers. A couple of aspirins or paracetamols should do the job in killing my slight headache," I grinned. "This is new, why did you came home early?"

"No one could work in the office properly," he answered, bemused. "We're renovating for some reason...no don't ask me why, just ask the CEO. Anyway, it was too loud and noisy and the electricity decided to screw with us by...not being there."

I laughed, but a realization dawned on me. "Wait, how many days till the office's done renovating?"

"A week," he replied glumly, as if that was a bad thing. I swear to god this man needs to relax. "Awesome!" I exclaimed, grabbing him by the arm and leading him to the bedroom...far, far away from his laptop.

I shut the door and pushed him onto the bed. "Let's see..." I trailed off. "Technically you're having some sort of a break from work?" I asked, climbing on top of him and kissing his neck. He smirked and brought my lips up to him a bit forcefully in a playful manner.

"Technically," he cooed. I could tell that he was restraining himself from saying, "But I still have to do my work right here, right now."

I giggled as he started to tug at the hem of my blouse when suddenly the phone rang. "Don't answer it," he muttered, giving me light kisses on the cheeks. But I couldn't. I set a personal ringtone for Evelyn.

And that was her.

I ignored it for a while. But it rang again. Brandon sighed, clearly frustrated as his hand roamed inside of my pocket. He fished out my phone and threw it inside a drawer. He kicked it shut and continued where he left off.

But I could've swore I've heard my other cellphone - my work cellphone in my handbag outside was ringing. A couple of seconds later, I couldn't hear it anymore. Smiling happily, I started to kiss Brandon passionately back.

Whatever it was that Evelyn wanted to discuss with me, it can wait. I just wanted to enjoy my night with my wonderful fiance first.