First Love

ERICA’S POV

“So when is your wedding?” Alex asked in excitement.

Rolling my eyes, I said. “I don’t know.”

He frowned. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

I sighed. “I mean I’ll marry him in few days.”

“Woah.”

“What’s there to go ‘woah’ about?” I asked.

“Idiot, atleast show some excitement for your marriage after all it’s with the Max Costello.” He laughed.

Yeah right!

I was about to say something before door bell rang. Who could be here at this time? I wondered.

“You go.”

“You.”

Fuck him! He can be ass sometimes though. I went to open the door and son as I did so, my mouth fell open. In front of me stood The Cassie Fox. The fucking singer Cassie Fox. If this was some movie or anything then definitely I would’ve fainted right in front of her. I mean she’s fucking beautiful.

“Y-You?” I asked still in daze.

“Yes, me.” She smiled innocently.

Wow. Her smile. Such a beauty that anyone wish to be lesbian for her.

What? What I am thinking?

“Can we talk for a bit?” She said in her soft voice.

Her voice, damnit.

“Sure.” I asked her to come in after gesturing Alex to go upstairs.

“No wonder that you live here.” She commented, scrunching up her nose in disgust.

And that’s when inferiority complex hit me. She’s so beautiful. I am nothing Infront of her. I am like a plastic bag, worthless and she well she is fucking gorgeous. I wonder why Max chose to marry me but not her.

I wish I was also this beautiful. Then my life would’ve been much easier. People often love physical beauty no matter how much they spoke about inner beauty. Being beautiful is a blessing. Everybody loves you then.

Unlike people like me who are born ugly with nothing but a crave for better face.

“Now if you are done with staring me then could we talk?” She smirked.

I flushed and quickly nodded my head.

“So you’re the Erica, right?” She asked.

The Erica? Why her tone sounded offensive?

“Yes.”

“Why are you getting married to him?” She asked.

She’s talking about Max, right? Off course. They had a scene together, how could I forget that?

“Do you want me to be real with you or are we going to behave like those in crappy romantic novels?” I asked.

She raises her perfectly shaped eyebrows in surprise and then a soft smile appeared on the corner of her red lips. “Be real.”

“I need money for my brother. He has cancer.” I told her.

She made a sympathetic face. “I can give you money. Cancel the wedding.”

I frowned. “Max forced me to get married. It wasn’t like I had a choice. We don’t deserve each other. He deserves someone like you and me? Well I am ugly so I am kind of okay with myself.”

“I have to agree on that.” She smiled.

She’s not a bitch. I can tell her by her eyes. She loves Max. I mean come on this is no movie where the woman is mean with all the shits going on. This is reality and off course she loves Max. I can tell that. And if you love someone, you’re pure no matter what steps you take. She must have came here to throw fits at me that I shouldn’t marry him because I am ugly so on and so forth but I am not naïve to say otherwise. But I have no choice. Also I couldn’t take money from her for free.

So let’s be mature here.

“Cassie, I am not marrying him intentionally. Our marriage will be lifeliess-”

“Oh cut the crap. I know this shit.” She said crossing me in Middle.

“I know that you love and your love is real.” I said.

Her eyes widen in surprise and all she did was to stare me. “H-How do you know this?”

“Your eyes. They told me every story.”

“Yes. I love him.” She accepted, proudly.

I smiled. “Even after our marriage, I promise he’ll be yours.”

“How can I trust you?”

“Because I’ve also been in love and it was beautiful.” I smiled.

“You’re kind.” She said and let out a soft smile.

“You too.” I smiled back at her.

We both shared a handshake and smiling she went out of the house.

I sighed. I’ve dealt with her correctly, no? I mean why should I be harsh on her? She’s not mean and apart from that she loves Max. But why the fuck he’s marrying me instead of her? What could be the reason?Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

I was thinking about her when I received his text.

“Be ready till 9. We’re going live on TV to tell everyone about our wedding.”

I facepalm myself. Okay wow! What a worst way to end my day.

What the fuck am I supposed to wear?