Chapter 1: How We Met?
Livia POV.
“Last day of school... After today, I don’t have to look at Ms. Dawson’s face anymore,” I whisper under my own breath, looking at the clock on the top of the whiteboard. “I know today is your last day of school and you will be graduating soon. Someone will pursue your dreams in college while others will start working. I hope you guys will make the right choice in your life.” Ms. Dawson starts her nagging once again. Since it’s the last day, I will be nice to her. 30 more minutes seems like 30 more years sitting in her class.
“Chill girls, 30 more minutes and we are done,” Eric said, as he begins to tap on his G-shock watch. Eric had been my guy friend ever since I was a freshman. Eric and his twin sister, Erica will always stay by my side since I was no one to someone, I was bullied a lot because of my body weight. People in school will make fun of me because of my body size. I don’t own a perfect body like some of the girls out there. I’m fat, a plus size woman. They stop bullying me after I won the junior model.
Rrrrrrriiiiinnnnnnnngggggggggggg
“YES!! Finally! “I shout, I had already list one thousand and one things to do before going to college. I have applied for 10 colleges but till now, they haven’t responses to any of my applications. So staying home and helping Liam is the best option for me now.
MARCELL POV
“Hello dear, I know. But I’m at work now. I will call you later.” I said, pressing the end call as fast as I can. I had been engaged with the love of my life for 2 years and now things get a little different. We have exactly 1 week before our wedding and she acting weird.
“Our company has made a big accomplishment this month and we will work until we reach the success for this company.” I flash a graph to show how our company success. Again my phone starts to vibrate in my pocket. What does she want? Immediately after my short meeting with the staffs, I went to meet Mar at her conveniences.
While walking to one of her favorite cafés, I bump onto a big figure that is blocking the door. It was actually my fault because I didn’t see and was busy texting on my phone. I look up and saw a big woman standing in front of me.“Can you not block the door?!!” I shout at the woman because I drop my phone.
“So it’s my fault?” she asked as she turn and face me. She was cute, though. She is chubby and cute but I already have a mindset that I won’t marry someone that is twice as big as I am. The shape is important to me.“Yeah, next time if you decide to stand at the door, please bring along a sign that says “Be careful of bears”. I said without thinking. I know I should not say that but it just came out from me mouth.
“Wow.Thanks” she said as she continues her job. For some reason I know she was being sarcastic toward me but then I don’t give a shit about her. My beautiful, model soon to be wife is waiting for me inside. She opens the door for me after I insulted her wow...she must have a big heart.
“Thanks.” I thank her and make my way to Marilyn who is waiting for me. “Who’s that girl you talking to?” the first thing that came out of Marilyn’s mouth is that. Sometimes Marilyn can be the pain in my ass. How can my fiancée get jealous with my own Mother? She said my mom will influence me with all kind of things which is extra annoying. My Parents is my life, my world so as my fiancée but if she going to hate my family I have to step forward and warn her that in a week time, she will not only marry me, She will have to marry all my family. I told her before we got engaged and she agrees to change but look at what happen now.
“She opens the door for me, so I thank her. Is it wrong to thank people?” I said, taking a seat in front of her. She gets jealous with small little things and easily sulks if she doesn’t get what she wants. “Anyway, I have to tell you something, its work. We have to postpone our wedding to next year,” she said in a very soft tone and was playing with my hands.
“What! Are you kidding me? It’s exactly 1 week to our wedding and you want to postpone it. Are you out of your mind??” I said, restraining myself from shouting in the cafe. We have been engaged for 2 years, also because of her work. Now she wants to postpone it again.
“You don’t have to shout at me. Like it or not, I’m going to Australia to work by a week. So think! You want to change the date or lose Me.” she stomps off.
What should I do? What should I tell Mummy?
