312 Wedding(1)
For the next few days, everyone poured themselves into planning the fake wedding. They werenât actually doing anything much since Natalie and Ximena had everything in order, but they had to make Nathaniel believe an actual wedding was in the works.
By the end of the week, everything looked so real that Zaria nearly believed she was getting married today.
âAnd now, for the bachelorette party.â Ximena whistled excitedly.
âWe both know how that oneâs going to end. Letâs not waste our time.â Zaria brushed off the idea. Ximena laughed but didnât argue with that.
âYou have a point. We are all going to end up in our menâs arms and ditching the party anyway. I donât think theyâre having a bachelorâs party either.â
âThatâs a relief. I donât want strippers all over my fiancé.â She exaggerated, making Ximena laugh. They were just finishing up the finest details of the real wedding in her house. Apparently, it wasnât difficult to plan both weddings at the same time. In fact, the fake one had created enough time for the real one to be planned.
Someone knocked on the door. The part-time babysitter was yet to leave so she opened the door, and in came Evan.
Ximena wanted to block his view of Zaria and tell him Desmond was not home. However, Evan didnât seem to try and flirt with Zaria anymore. Maybe it was her imagination. Maybe he had realized how stupid it was to be obsessed with an engaged woman, whose fiancé just happened to be his best friend.
Whatever it was, he was doing the right thing by respecting their engagement.
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âIâll give you two a moment.â She started, only for Evan to stop her.
âIâm not here for her.â He interrupted and gave her the box he had brought. âExcept maybe to give you this.â
She didnât know what it was but she frowned. âItâs a fake wedding.â
âI know. Iâll get something more to your liking for the real one but this is just a little token of apology.â
She had no idea what he was apologizing for but she nodded and accepted it. âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome. Is Rosaly home?â
So that was who he was here for.
Luckily for him, Rosaly had rejected Zariaâs idea to go out to play today in favor of a dance class with her best friend.
âShe is upstairs with Laia. Her dance class should end soon, so you can wait for her.â She suggested.
âOr I can watch her practice. The little ballerina does look adorable on her toes.â He couldnât believe it either but as soon as he was shown to the makeshift dance room, he watched the rest of the little girlsâ practice, barely blinking.
He had watched ballet performances before. It was always admirable how graceful the dancers looked, especially after he found out the amount of hard work and strength it took for them to look so light and beautiful on stage.
However, he didnât think any prima ballerina could hold a candle to these two girls. Maybe that was just because they looked so adorable that they would steal hearts even if they did nothing but jump on stage.
Or maybe, just like Desmond, he was a girl dad in the making. He had to admit that Rosaly did make him smile with her antics.
âEvan!â She called out happily when she finally noticed him.
âRosaly, letâs finish your class then you can play with your friend.â The instructor smiled sweetly at Rosaly, then shot him a mean look.
He shrugged. He hadnât done anything. He had merely appeared and Rosaly couldnât wait to run to him.
As expected, the girl couldnât concentrate anymore. She messed up her choreography four times in a row, her eyes glued to Evan. She was probably thinking about all the games they could play now that Evan was here.
With a huff, the instructor ended the class and let the girls run to Evan.
âGirls, can you go and tell Zaria your class is finished?â She asked. The girls ran out of the room, racing for the staircase despite his yell for them to be careful on the stairs.
The woman was glaring at him when it was finally just them in the room.
âMr. Fort pays me by the minute to teach his daughter ballet.â
He shrugged. âItâs not my fault that Rosaly likes to play and besides, do you think Desmond cares about money?â
She hissed angrily. âI do care about money, do you understand? I had to end the class thirteen minutes earlier. Do you know how much Iâve lost?â
âWell, I can make up for the difference.â He offered. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.
She looked like she wanted to slap him across the face. She took deep breaths and glared at him. âIf you ever disrupt my class again, I will make you wear a tutu.â
He burst into laughter. With that fierce expression, he had expected a worse threat.
Apparently, the girls had been practicing choreography as a gift for Zariaâs wedding. When they came back from telling Zaria they were done, they couldnât wait to show him. He couldnât wait to watch it, but his mind was focused on something else.
âWill your instructor come again?â
âMiss Clarion? She will come tomorrow.â Rosaly answered, to his relief.
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On Saturday.
On the island, Zaria was more nervous than ever.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âDid Nathaniel RSVP? What about Gabriel?â She couldnât help asking as Ximena did her makeup.
âDonât worry. They are both coming.â She assured her. She then wiped off the smokey eye she had done on Zaria so she would try out a milder look.
âItâs just a fake wedding, Xim. It doesnât matter.â She reminded her.
âIt matters.â And for some reason, she couldnât get the makeup right. She had never had trouble deciding anyoneâs makeup before. What she chose first would always turn out so magical that it would end up being the final look.
Perhaps she was more nervous than she thought. This plan was insane. The closer they were to the end of it, the crazier it sounded. What if it failed? They would all die if they couldnât do it in one fell swoop.
However, she didnât need to voice this. Zaria trusted Desmond with her life. Besides, he would never forgive himself if any harm befell her or their baby. He was going to make sure they came out unscathed.
Which is why when the door opened and a woman who looked a lot like Zaria came in, she was not nearly as surprised as Zaria was.
âWhatâs going on?â Zaria asked.
Moments later, Desmond walked in and went straight to Zaria to hug her. âI didnât want to take any risks with you.â
âSo you brought another woman to take my place and possibly lose her life in a family feud that has nothing to do with her?â
âNot exactly. Ciara is an assassin.â
The woman introduced herself and shook their hands. âI have been through more dangerous shit than Desmond described. I will be fine.â
Zaria stared at her then at Desmond. If he was putting an assassin in her place, he knew it was going to be dangerous. So what about him?