Chapter11: Stupid Asshole.

Xavier's P.O.V.

"Mum, what took you so long?" I asked as I saw them walking toward me.

"It's been five minutes, you ostrich," she shot back.

I rolled my eyes. Ostrich? Seriously? That's the best she could come up with?

"Don't roll your eyes at me, young man," she scolded, placing both hands on her hips.

"Whatever. Why am I here again?" I deadpanned.

"I told you—you need to meet her, talk to her, get to know her before you get married. I'm pretty sure you don't want to meet your wife for the first time at the altar."

I just stared at her in disbelief. She can't be serious.

"You're telling me I left an important meeting for this?" I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. "No, I'm not doing this. I'm leaving. I don't even know why I agreed to this in the first place."

I turned to leave, but my mum grabbed my cheek and pulled.

"Xanvy," she cooed, patting my face.

I swatted her hand away. "Mum! Don't call me that!" I whisper-yelled, looking around to make sure no one heard. God forbid that name gets out.

Dad just chuckled. Traitor.

"Just talk to her for thirty minutes," Mum pleaded. "It won't kill you. And trust me, you definitely won't regret it. She's very beautiful." She winked. Well, she tried to wink—it looked more like an eye twitch.

I sighed, massaging my temple. They never give me a choice, do they?

"Fine. Thirty minutes. No more, no less." I said firmly before walking into the restaurant.

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I stepped inside and looked around.

A girl was sitting alone. But wait—why does she look like she's fifteen?

Where is the person I'm supposed to meet?

I scanned the restaurant again. No one else was there.

Is she lost? This place was fully reserved. What was a kid doing here?

I frowned when I noticed something—she was staring at me.

Great. Another one.

I sighed and pulled out my phone to call Mum.

"Mom, where is she? There's no one here." My irritation was very clear.

"What do you mean there's no one? We left her there!"

I heard Dad's voice in the background. "Maybe she went to the bathroom?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I've been standing here for two damn minutes, and you're telling me she's in the bathroom? How long does a woman need in there?"

Today was not my day.

I stole another glance at the girl. She was still staring.

Was I missing something here?

"Mum, wait... what is she wearing?" I asked cautiously.

"What do you mean what is she wearing? She's the only one there!"

"Mum, just tell me!" I groaned.

She did.

And I realized—

You have got to be kidding me.

I walked toward her, still in disbelief. How is someone this short at twenty-one?

She blinked up at me as I got closer, her gaze locking onto mine.

Okay... maybe Mum wasn't completely wrong.

But I've seen better.

Liar.

She looked flustered, and for some reason, that made my stomach do something weird. Probably hunger.

Yeah. Hunger.

Mira's P.O.V.

I was still reeling from everything when I looked up and—

Oh.

Oh.

OH.

If my jaw could physically drop, it would be on the floor right now.

This man. This man.

I watched, completely dazed, as he ran a hand through his perfectly styled chocolate-brown hair, his light brown eyes scanning the place with a mix of irritation and confusion. His lips moved as he talked on the phone, but I didn't hear a single word.

My brain had left the chat.

And then—

He started walking toward me.

I froze.

Why is it suddenly so hot in here?

I panicked and looked down, pretending to be interested in absolutely nothing while my heart tried to beat its way out of my chest.

He sat down across from me and casually placed his phone on the table. On the screen, a timer started counting down.

I blinked.

Did he just—what is that for?

He picked up another phone and crossed his legs, scrolling like I wasn't even there.

WHAT.

Is he seriously not going to say anything? Because I sure as hell wasn't. I had already embarrassed myself by staring too much. Of course, he noticed.

I groaned internally and resisted the urge to facepalm.

Five minutes passed.

Ten.

Fifteen.

Twenty.

TWENTY-FIVE.

THIRTY.

Okay. That's it.

I opened my mouth, fully ready to explode—

But before I could say anything, he stood up, grabbed his things, and turned to leave.

Then, with all the casual audacity in the world, he said—

"Tomorrow, when you pick your dress, keep it simple. Only four people are invited."

And then he walked out.

I just... sat there.

Stunned.

Did that— Did that actually just happen?

I felt insulted, shocked, offended, and annoyingly flustered all at once.

That stupid, cocky, handsome jerk.

He just left.

Like I wasted THIRTY MINUTES staring at his annoyingly perfect face just for him to walk out on me.

I glared at his back, mentally plotting a thousand different ways to murder his stupid pretty face.

Just a second ago, you were drooling over him. Now you want to kill him? My subconscious mocked.

Shut up.

And then—

Wait.

Did he say four guests?

What kind of psychopath invites only FOUR people to their own wedding?!

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