The Fate of a Romancer • Complete ✔

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"Whose wedding is this?"

"Mr and Mrs Trident's apparently," Sabrina giggled as she read the notice board by the entrance.

"You mean we're gate-crashing?" I stopped in my tracks and pulled her back.

"Where else are we going to find the guy of your dreams dressed like this so early in the morning?" She pointed to our outfits in an overexaggerate gesture.

"We could-" my voice died in my throat. She's not completely wrong. We're way overdressed for any other venue. Any other venue we can get into last minute anyway.

"Great! We are in agreement," she stated as she pulled me into the building. She didn't let go of me until we reached the bar.

"So here is the dealio," she continued when we got our drinks, "We're not leaving here until you find your green-eyed self at least one cellphone number."

"It's-" I started meekly.

"-no use arguing, Nicole!" She finished laughing.

My eyes obediently searched the crowd, trying to find someone to talk to. Anyone. I glanced at my watch, groaning when I realized that it's already ten o'clock. The boutique will close at three o'clock, with or without my purchase of the Valentino's. For Sabrina's sake, it better be the former.

The first thing I noticed when I saw him was his hand. His strong fingers gracefully curled around the stem of a fragile champagne glass. The contrast peeked my interest and I followed his suited-arm up to his blue tie, hanging loosened around his neck. His sparkling blue eyes found mine and I lost track of time.

I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to drag my fingers through his dark, almost black hair. To have my finger trace his angular nose. The slight pout over his upper lip. The fullness of his bottom one.

He walked towards me, my heart fluttered in anticipation. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. And I let him.

When we opened our eyes, applauds and loud hoots filled the room. My family and friends stood in the chapel pews, not a dry eye in the house. I looked up into the eyes of my new husband and smiled at the warmth in his eyes. He took my hand in his and we walked out of the chapel without taking our eyes off of each other.

The chapel doors closed behind us. I smiled at the two little girls building a puzzle on the living room floor. One blonde with green eyes like me, the other brunette with blue eyes like their father.

"Mommy!" They called hugging me around the waist. My pregnant belly giving them more than enough of me to love.

It was then that I realized that the glaze has caught me in it's luxurious spell. Such a cliché spell at that. Married, a beautiful house, two and a half children. I shook my head to clear my fuzzy thoughts and searched the room for Mr Blue.

A dull disappointment seemed to simmer in the back of my mind when I saw him chatting to a beautiful red-head in the corner. Our moment lost.

Or did I imagine that too?

I couldn't help but feel disappointed as I averted my eyes away from the laughing couple.