CHAPTER ONE
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It was perfect.
The sleeveless lace bodice, the diamante detailing, the fishtail bottom… I could have gone on for days.
I was never a fan of big, traditional weddings in which a couple spend thousands to walk down the aisle of a church, even when they're not religious. In fact, weddings in general and the whole thought of planning one was enough to make me toss and turn in the night. However, as I stood outside that store, my best friends arm firmly wrapped around my shoulders, I began to wonder if I'd have a wedding.. even if it was just to wear that dress. It was hard to imagine myself panicking about caterers and bouquets, as for so long I had my heart set on eloping. Yet, the longer I stood there, fawning over the perfect dress, I felt my reluctance to a wedding, weakening.
"I know there's something about girls and weddings and stuff. But, you've been stood gawping at that dress for almost ten minutes", Martin piped up after a while, his lips meeting the straw of his milkshake as he waited patiently for a response.
"Don't you think it's amazing though?", I sighed, my eyes flicking between Martin's gaze and the dress.
"I do. And I think if you stopped being such a stubborn arse one day, you might get to wear it. But right now, neither you, nor I, are getting married, so fawning over this dress will achieve nothing for the pair of us", He spoke again, his tone stern and forceful.
"How depressing…", I let my attention fall to the floor as Martin slowly pulled me away from the shop window.
We walked, side by side, his arm around me down the back streets of the city centre, my mind still set on that dress.
"I have something to ask you.. before I forget", He muttered, slowly pulling me towards the edge of the curb so he could drop his milkshake into a dustbin.
"Go on…", I kept my eyes on the path as we walked, his arm layed loosely in the crook of my neck, my hand gripping around his waist.
"Do you remember when Andy stayed with us a few months back?", He questioned.
Oh, I remembered alright. Andy had been bought by Martin's team in January, as a replacement for the now Chelsea man, Fernando Torres. He had needed some place to stay until he got his feet on the ground and managed to find himself a place of his own. Martin, being the beautiful person that he is, offered our spare room on a plate to Andy for a few weeks. I didn't mind. I mean, why would I? Andy was a decent guy and Martin was happy. Win-win situation, right? That's what I thought. However, one drunken night back at the house changed my relationship with Andy. But I don't think I'll go into detail with that one…
"Yeah, I do", I responded. Martin didn't know what went on between us, and I never wanted him to know.
"Well, how would you feel about having another lodger living with us for a few weeks?", His eyes pleaded with mine as we made our way through enterance to the carpark.
"I don't know, Martin..", I sighed, letting my head fall onto his shoulder as we walked under the dim lights. I couldn't, myself, understand why I was so reluctant to say yes. I put it down to the fact that I wasn't so stubborn with what I wanted with the dress, and felt like I had to make up for it some other way.
"Come on, Cass", His plea was stronger this time, his arm squeezing me to his side.
"Why can't he stay in a hotel?", I didn't mean to suggest it, or even think it. I was being unintentionally stubborn.
"Because it's a right farce, Cassandra", He grumbled, his arm loosening on me now as we reached his Range Rover. He stopped me at the boot of the car, not letting me go any further until he got what he wanted from me.
"Look, is this to do with that dress?", Martin queried as I slumped against the boot of the car, my attention turning to him when he spoke.
"No, for christ sake Martin. Why must there always be a reason?", I snapped, again unintentionally. Indstanty I felt guilty. There was no need for my behaviour.
"I'm sorry, babe. I don't know why I snapped..", I sighed as I wrapped my arms around his waist, his arms falling loosely around my head, the height difference evident.
"No, I'm sorry. I can't just expect you to be okay with having a stranger live in our home", He apologised, planting a kiss on my forehead and sighing before starting off towards the drivers side of the car. I wasn't okay with him apologising, far from it. Why did he put up with me, again?