I don't know... once again...it just happened.

"I thought by know we would've at least have a wedding date… we have been engaged for almost a year Beca…"

"What do you want me to do, hu? I have a lot of commitments…I've had back to back movies I'm sorry, this is how I make a living you know?" she said sarcastically.

"You always say that! You are settle for life and I'm doing great; how much more do you need in your bank account?" Chloe said getting upset "But that's not the point, what I don't get is why you won't sit down for a minute with me to find a date, so I can get things moving,"

"Oh my god I don't know," she said exasperated "I don't know when it would be a good time! I'm sorry…you know how this works…. I make the movies and then I have the press tours, so I don't know!"

"Stop saying that!" She said hitting the table in frustration "You do know! Your assistant knows! Gail knows! You have a schedule!"

"Fucking call them then! I can't do this right now," She was about to leave when Chloe asked the question she was dreading.

"Do you still wanna marry me, Beca?" Chloe said facing Beca's back.

The brunet closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She had been dragging the wedding date because she was asked to do so. Her management team asked her to hold on until she finishes promoting her five movies, there were 3 down. But she knew deep down Gail didn't approve of her relationship with Chloe. They never got along. She saw Chloe as an arriviste. Which she wasn't, at all. She was the most hardworking woman she knew. But the old woman's mind was set. And she kept doing things to delay the wedding at all costs. Beca knew this. Even Emily, her assistant told her to talk to Chloe about it. But Beca kept postponing the date or even having a "talk" with Chloe.

"Do. You. Still. Want. To. Marry. Me?" Chloe asked again.

Beca squared her shoulders trying to grasp a bit of confidence. Just say something to make her back off.

"I don't believe a paper should dictate how we live our lives…not anymore...I love you, but don't think the whole paper thing is for me right now," Beca couldn't believe what was coming out of her mouth to be honest.

Chloe was doing a herculean job trying not to cry…she had mustered the confidence to have this conversation for months.

"We need that paper to make decisions in our future, Beca. If we want our kids to be fully recognize, if you want to get into a fucking ambulance with me, we need that paper. And you were the one that asked… so what is really going on?"

Beca turned around to look at her fiancé, she was breaking her heart…Beca knew that, but she had commitments and it was the only way to get her to back off for now. It was the stupidest idea ever. It wasn't even hers, but she complied anyways. It was part of her work ethics.

What she didn't know, is that it was about to cost her everything.

Her priorities were fucked up.

"OK it's not the paper thing ok. It's that I can't get married now. I literally have no time…I need you to compromise a little…its not that big of a deal," She was being the biggest asshole.

"You," Chloe pointed at Beca "YOU are talking to me about compromise? That-that I have to compromise? Are you fucking serious? You have the NERVE to tell ME, to compromise? That is JUST peachy Beca…JUST FUCKING PEACHY COMING FROM YOU."

"Well if you can't hold on a bit for me what's the point on getting married Chloe? Marriage is about compromising! And if you are not willing to do that for me, then what's the point?"

Chloe didn't know if Beca was being an asshole or just plain oblivious.

"The point Beca, is that I have done nothing else than compromise. Since I met you, it's been me giving into anything you asked! Why can't you see that?" Chloe needed to get this out of her chest, it was eating her alive…So she started listing things Beca did or did not do for her. Things that hurt the most.

"Chloe you should move to LA with me, leave your family in Argentina. You'll be so happy here. Besides…I need you close." Chloe had other plans, but she was just too in love.

One.

"No Chlo, I don't want a dog, I'm allergic. There are hypoallergenic dogs Beca. I really don't care Chloe, we don't need a dog." Beca said knowing Chloe adored dogs and she had four back in her family home. And she missed them all the time.

Two.

"I'm not going to be able to come to your business opening night because I have to have dinner with fucking what's-his-name Director. Oh, ok Beca. He is a big deal you know?" It wasn't important, it's not like it's a restaurant, Chloe said to herself at that time.

Three.

"Hey honey, remember my brother offered to build us a house? Here are the blue prints. Oh, sweetie, I already bought the one in Malibu... Without even asking me!" Chloe hated that house. It was a dream of hers to live in something build by her brother.

Four.

"Becs, my parents came for my birthday, all the way from Buenos Aires, can you please get home early so we can have dinner? Yeah, sure honey, you said. Three days later, you showed up bitching about the fucking weather and why wasn't any food in the fridge…and I just had returned from the fucking airport to say goodbye to my parents ONCE AGAIN WITHOUT YOU. You didn't even say happy birthday to me." This was the last one.

Five.

"So, don't you fucking dare talk to me about compromise. Fucking selfish asshole!"

She finally screamed. It was all so bottled up inside. It was killing her, and she didn't even really notice. It was so heartbreaking.

And Beca.

Beca looked like a scolded child that lost her voice, her eyes were bright with unshed tears. She knew deep down how fucked up this was. Chloe was right. She was a selfish asshole.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize all that I'm sorry, I'm just so busy I have barely time for myself, you have to understand. I'm sorry Chloe, I'm so sorry. But you are right I'm an asshole, and I'm sorry. Please let's talk about this,"

Beca begged.

For the first time in her life she begged.

"I'm done." Chloe said wiping tears she didn't even felt coming "you have been so fucking selfish all along and I'm just a fool for letting this go on and on…I love you so much, but this is fucking toxic…I 'can't." She said shaking her head.

Enough was enough.

"Chloe please, I was just asking for time, please calm down we can work this out, Babe, please I'm sorry I really didn't mean for this to turn out like this you have to believe me, I have so much pressure on me right now…you don't even want to know, Chlo please, please let's talk." She tried to reach her, but Chloe wasn't having any of it.

"I wanted to know… but I'm done now. I can't do this anymore. You are hurting me constantly and I'm letting you, how fucked up is that? I can't…this-this is over."

She took her ring off.

She left it on the table.

She went upstairs to pack.

Beca just stared at the ring she bought 4 years ago. Only a year into their "official" relationship. Two, after they met. She was so sure then. And she is sure now. But she was letting other people dictate her life. And now she is facing the consequences.

"oh my god" She sobbed.

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6 years ago. Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Chloe Beale was late for work. It wasn't entirely her fault. The lack of parking spots in downtown Buenos Aires was a pain. She really should just take the train and then the subway… she should. But it was to damn long. And after almost twelve hour shifts it was just too much for her.

"I should really look for a place in the city." She said trying to get her chef jacket on while walking. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going and the she bumped into someone.

"Perdona, no estaba mirando," She said to this stranger. It was a tiny girl with a huge camera hanging from her slender neck. Chloe spotted an iPhone too in her hands displaying a map. She was screaming "rob me".

"uhm es bien? Sorry, no hablar spanish?" The girl said shrugging.

Chloe recognize her immediately.

"Oh shit. Beca Mitchell."

"Hi, yes! you speak English! Thank god!" Beca said looking into this stranger eyes. The bluest eyes she's ever seen. She was very beautiful. And her hair.

"I do, are you lost? Do you maybe, want to walk with me to my job. Is just…you need to stash that camera and phone away like now before we get mugged."

"What!? Yeah, sorry…please lead the way."

"I'm Chloe by the way, Chloe Beale,"

"I'm sorry, I'm Beca, nice to meet you Chloe Beale,"

"This way," Chloe said turning the corner that led to Puerto Madero, "I work at that restaurant, "LaMar" you can chill for a while or eat something while you figure out where to go. I have the WIFI password. Shh don't tell" The redhead grinned.

Beca chuckled, this girl was awesome. She was genuinely nice, and she wasn't fan girling at all, which was new.

Super refreshing.

"Thanks, so by the jacket I assume you are a chef?"

"Getting there, I'm a chef de partie, I'm in charge of the cold line. It's a Peruvian restaurant, have you tried Peruvian food?" She asked excitedly.

"I can't say I have. I heard is good, though." Beca said smiling, the upbeat personality was kind of contagious "So, you are an American, working in Argentina, in a Peruvian restaurant?"

"Well, kind of like that," Chloe opened the door to the restaurant, they were already on time for service, which meant Chloe was super late. But her "kids", that's what she called her team, were awesome and super work driven, and they always did the mise en place super-fast. "Here we are, I suggest the tables outside, the weather is great today. And to answer your question. Mom is Argentinian, Dad is American. I studied in gastronomy in Peru and I stayed there for a while working at LaMar, Lima…when I moved back here they called me. So yeah…you almost got it." She beamed.

"So, you have been around." Beca asked while sitting down. The view of Puerto Madero was beautiful. Beca liked the factory style vibe of the area. The chocolate water of El Rio de la Plata was kind of weird, but it suited the place. She could see herself buying a loft in one of these buildings just to hide from her hectic life in LA.

"Yeah...I spent every summer doing stages in restaurants around Barcelona. So, you can imagine, spending up to thirteen hours inside a kitchen. Every time we got time off we would find a new city to visit just for the day. So yeah, you could say I've been around!" The redhead said proudly.

"That's amazing, the traveling part. The confinement in the kitchen part...not so much" she smirked.

Chloe couldn't believe she was chatting with the Beca Mitchell from the movies. She didn't mind at all that she was neglecting her job.

"So, what brings you here Beca?"

"Oh, you know...culture, art, design...peace before shooting a movie for 3 months in Luisiana. The usual."

"So, you are hiding?" Chloe smirked.

"Me? No no... what makes you think that?" She chuckled.

It was so easy talking to this girl. Beca considers herself a shy woman. She has friends but dealing with new people is always a challenge. But this girl...

"Oh, I don't know... don't get me wrong, we have awesome things here...but when people come to South America they usually start with Machu Picchu."

"Ok busted Red. I want to go there, though. I came here because you guys are the most chill. And I felt no one here would care about me."

"So, you are probably glad I'm not a crazy fan don't you?" She was but...she didn't want to scare the girl, obviously.

"I'll be honest. Yes!" They both laugh. It was like music to the brunet. "You have a beautiful smile," Beca added.

Your gay is showing Beca.

Chloe beamed.

"Why thank you. You too, I have to say," Among other things.

"Don't you need to...like… go to work?"

"Oh shoot! You are totes right! Yeah, I have to go. Everything you order it's on me ok? For bumping into you? Gotta go!" The redhead said practically skipping to the kitchen.

"Wait!"

But he was gone. Beca sighed.

I wonder when she is clocking out.

Beca managed to find out. She returned that same day at eleven o'clock to ask the girl out. Which the redhead happily accepted.

She managed to get two days off in a row.

They spent those together.

When it was time to say goodbye, Beca asked Chloe to come visit her.

Chloe did.

They did that for almost a year. Then Beca told her that she wanted things to be official and she wanted people to know her and that she wanted to come out to the public, but she needed her to move to LA.

Chloe had plans on going back to Barcelona, but she threw those plans through the window because of her girlfriend. Beca was the happiest woman on earth.

Beca came out to her family first. Her parents were so understanding. She felt relieved.

She came out to her fans via twitter. She didn't need to mention Chloe because the paparazzi photos were all over the place. Gail and her PR team asked her to please refrain from coming out, that it would ruin her career.

She didn't care, she loved Chloe and Chloe loved her. That was all that matter. The public took it well. The media had a field day, but a Kardashian baby was on the way, so nobody cared in the end.

But still, Gail hated Chloe.

It was mutual.

After working in an LA restaurant for a couple of years, Chloe decided to start her own business even though Beca told her she didn't need to.

But she wasn't raised to be a princess. She was raised to be an independent woman.

Things were starting great, it was a small catering business, just for small groups but very exclusive, being a celebrity's girlfriend didn't hurt at all.

She opened a work shop, so she could cook there as well as meeting with clients. She employed four amazing girls. Flo and Amy where in production lead by a very well-trained Chef, Aubrey Posen. And, Stacie Conrad, pastry Chef, and Chloe's right hand. Blonde, Brunet and redhead Became inseparable.

Beca missed her grand opening. Gail scheduled a meeting that same night with a very renowned director. She was working with him next so Gail asked her to be professional and not to cancel. She did as she was told.

She bailed on Chloe.