Coop rushed to open the door for me, stepping aside to let me get down. I smiled politely at him, despite feeling so uncomfortable and new to this. Who could have thought that I would have someone open a door for me, much less, be in a car as nice as this one? I always thought I would resort to watching them drive past me, taunting me.
I had already told Coop I didn't need him to open the door for me, but he had said it was his duty to do that for Mason's fiancée. I still wasn't comfortable with that word. It felt so strange hearing people call me Mason's fiancée and I didn't think it was something I would easily get used to. Eventually, I would have to accept and live with it.
"Here, ma'am. It's from the boss. Have a good night, ma'am." Coop handed a small black bag to me before he nodded and returned back to the car, driving off.
I held the bag that didn't weigh much as I entered the lobby, and then pressed a button that would take me to my floor. I used my key and inserted it in the keyhole, nudging it open before I walked in.
"There's my celebrity friend!" Beth exclaimed, her facing splitting into a large grin. She skipped over to me and took hold of my hand, dragging me to sit me down on the couch as she turned on the tv.
Immediately, the news appeared, which was covering Mason Campbell's engagement. She changed to another channel, and they were showing the same thing. My face was all over the channels. I felt so overwhelmed. All I wanted to do was dig a hole and bury myself in it. I would have preferred it than the life I was thrown into. Correction: The life I threw myself into.
"Everyone knows you now," she commented happily. Obviously, Beth would find excitement in this, because she wasn't the one dealing with it. I didn't get why so many people got excited over something that happens to you when you're barely excited about it. They might think it was a good thing, but not everything turns out exactly the way we wanted it to.
"How did they even get that picture of me?" I asked, surprised they were showing my driver's license's picture that was taken three years ago. I didn't look bad in it. I looked the same way that I did now.
I didn't look at Beth to see the deep shade of red that was now covering her pale cheeks. "I sent them to the media. Don't look at me like that! They would have dug out an ugly picture of you and would have shown it to the world. Imagine if they got your yearbook picture. You had braces and two fat zits on your forehead. I did you a big favor."
"Gee, thanks," I replied sarcastically.
"Did you know my phone has been blowing up ever since it was announced on the news? Our old friends from high school even called. They all wanted to hang out."
"Exactly," she continued with a scoff. "When you get famous, suddenly everyone wants to hang out with you. They called your phone, but it didn't go through."
I looked down at my phone and realized it was dead. "Must have run out of battery."
"And can you believe our landlord Zack? He came and told me not to worry about next month's rent if he gets invited to the wedding. The audacity of that man! I would have slammed the door on his face if I wasn't worried we would get kicked out."
I snorted loudly this time, shaking my head in disbelief. "Are people really like this? God, they're so horrible. Everyone wants something from you, and these are the people who wouldn't bat an eyelash and pretend not to see you."
She patted my back. "Believe it, babe. How are you feeling?"
I leaned back on the couch, the tv forgotten. "Overwhelmed. I still can't believe this is happening. Everything's happening so fast."
"I know right? I really thought when the two of us decided to get married, it would be in four or five years. But your wedding is in two weeks, Laurie. It's surreal."
I heaved a sigh. "Tell me about it. Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up."
Her eyes caught sight of the small bag I had forgotten about. "What's that?" she asked, snatching it up.
"It's from Mason."
Beth pulled out a black velvet box that suspiciously looked a bit like what I thought it was. She slowly opened the box and a large diamond ring stared at us. Our mouths dropped open.
"Wow," she finally said, amazed. Beth pulled the ring out and turn it between her fingers. "This is real, Lauren. Holy shit. It's huge!"
I withdrew my eyes from the expensive ring, not letting myself be drawn to it. I wasn't going to wear it because it was not my type. I liked something that wasn't too flashy and attractive.
"I'm not even pissed that your future husband had the audacity to send his driver to give you your engagement ring. This completely wiped away his fault in my eyes. God, Lauren."
I rolled my eyes at her. Well, I didn't expect Mason to get down on one knee and proposed, or give it to me himself. I pulled a beautiful card out that had his beautiful handwriting on it.
Your engagement ring. If the diamond is small, Coop will take you to get it exchanged to your liking.
"I can't believe him," I muttered, squeezing the paper into a ball and hurling it across the wall. "Who the hell does he think he is?"
Beth stared at me in amusement. "Do I need to say it again?"
I glared at her. "I'm fine, thank you."
"When can I officially meet him?"
"At the wedding."
"Oh come on, Lauren," she whined, pouting a little. "I'm your best friend. I should have a one on one talk with Mason."
A smirk took over my face and I arched a brow. "You want to have a one on one with him? Just the two of you?"
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, puffing out her chest. "I'm not scared of him, and yes, I need to approve your relationship before you get married to him."
"Perfect!" I exclaimed, getting up to retrieve my charger from my room. "Let me call him and set up a meeting for you both. He won't say no to that."
"Bitch!" Beth hovered over me, trying to take away my phone. "I was just kidding, but apparently he sucked away your sense of humor."
I laughed. "I was just doing what my best friend wanted."
She glared at me. "Piss off, Laurie." Smacking me with a pillow, she marched back to the living room to watch the tv again. "Guess who is not going to be your maid of honor?"
"This isn't my real wedding!"
"It is! Just don't come to me when you fall in love with him with full of regrets for not planning your perfect wedding!" she threw back.
"Well, if that happens, we can always plan another one!" Beth sharply turned around and grinned at me, raising her brows higher. Realizing what I had said, I smacked myself. "That doesn't mean anything! It was just—UGH!"
"I didn't say anything."
The sound of her laughter echoed in the room.