There was something about you drawing me in. It could have been your dark chocolate eyes or the small scar above your lip; tainting perfect olive skin. You looked at me and I froze, you were the only thing in focus as my eyes drank you in. How is it only now that I'm noticing such a beauty sat across from me? am I really that oblivious?
A rough hand on my thigh distracted me from my hypnosis and I turned to the man... my lover, sat beside me.
"Wow, who knew David was so romantic!" Killian exclaimed sarcasticly "My wedding speech is never going to top that." he whined.
"Well, they are called the charmings for a reason." I laughed halfheartedly as I removed his wandering hand. However I was still distracted and continued to make occaisional 'sneaky' glances towards the mysterious brunette. She really is captivating. I wonder who on earth she could possibly be. Stop it Emma why on earth are you so jealous of another woman.
Reluctantly I tore my attention away and turned to the blushing bride, my two best friends have decided to finally tie the knot. I've known them throughout the entire of high school and I have never seen two people more sickeningly in love (and I've watched the notebook). At that moment David said something causing the people around to laugh and cheer with beaming grins. I smiled sadly at the sight. That's what I want to have...
"That's what we're going to have one day swan," The hand had returned, "Me, you and baby Jones here." His other hand moved to place a protecting arm across my still flat and toned stomach. His words felt like an ice cold bucket of water had been poured over my head, and at the mention of the baby my throat felt dry and my chest became heavy with guilt and panic. He sensed my tension and leaned in to whisper, "don't even think about backing out swan." His fingers tightening into the fabric on my hip, "you promised we would tell everyone tonight, the main speeches are over so let's make another one together and finally make it public. I'll go ask MM if its okay to do one."
He got up and moved through the room towards the buffet table and Mary Margaret who was currently amusing the room by dancing merrily around in her poofy white dress; collecting copious amounts of fruit salad with a giant pink ladle. The scene didn't amuse me however as I rushed after killian in full blown panic. I grabbed his arm just before the table in front of us, momentarily forgetting about the brunette beauty who now sat with curios eyes watching the exchange. "I don't think this evening is the right time kil. Today is about them, not us." The words sounded harsher than intended and he stiffened in response and pulled away. "It's never going to be the right time is it? What is wrong with you Emma!?" His voice rose slightly and he glared up at me. Wearing these ridiculous heels turned out to be a good idea, he's more drunk than I thought.
I rolled my eyes in exasperation, I was hoping he would be at least a little pleasant at my best friends wedding. He's on thin ice with them already since getting drunk at the Christmas party last year and breaking their kitchen counter. how do you even break one of those things? " killian please, can we please just talk about this later, come and dance with me." I gently grabbed his hand and turned towards the dance floor. "NO." He slurred. The alcohol catching upto him all of a sudden. He pulled his hand out of my grasp and stumbled slightly. "Go dance with someone you're not ashamed to be a family with." With that he walked away.
I was too angry to follow him and I soon realised that I had begun to cry, with tears running down my face and many eyes upon me. I slowly turned with as much dignity as I could muster, and made my exit.
I dabbed at my eyes with a paper towel and looked at my reflection in the mirror, most of my minimal makeup had come away and I was left with red puffy eyes; well at least the colour matched my dress. Maybe I can turn it into a look, a pathetic, selfish idiot look. How dare I cry on my best friends wedding, stupid killian. Stupid me.
I sighed and turned to my side and admired my stomach. There was no bulge other than the natural curve of my belly. Suddenly overwhelmed I breathed deeply and looked to the ceiling in an attempt to stop the flow of more tears. I dug my nails into the flesh of my stomach and held back an angry scream; which fought its way through as a strangled sob.
At the sound of the bathroom door opening I straightened up and dabbed at my eyes again. The reflection of who had entered made me lose my breath. It was her. The woman was even more beautiful up close. Her stern expression was intense yet so beautiful and I was momentarily distracted from the nights events. I calmed, only to jump in surprise at the sound of her voice.
"Good evening, I'm sorry but I couldn't help but witness your altercation with that rather loud gentleman. I saw you come in here and thought you might need this.", she handed me what I then recognised to be my purse. She smiled devilishly "There was a rather short and drunk man eyeing it up and I didn't want you to have a stolen purse on top of an already difficult Evening.".
"For fucks sake Leroy." I muttered, causing her to lift a perfectly sculpted, dark eyebrow and my face to flush with embarrassment. I smiled greatfully at her and muttered a shy thankyou before turning to the mirror and attempting to reapply the concealer obtained from my recently recovered purse. It wasn't until the concealer failed to stick that I realised I was still crying,
A gentle touch on my arm caused me to flick my gaze back up to meet concerned pools of chocolate warmth. "Are you alright dear?".
"Who are you?" I blurted unintelligently. The beautiful stranger looked hurt and slowly lowered her arm. Realising my rudeness I quickly turned and smiled at her, "forgive me, you're just being so nice and I didn't quite know what to say. What I meant to ask was your name," I looked down shyly at the floor before raising my hand in geeting, meeting her eyes and speaking with way more confidence than I truly had "I'm Emma, maid of honour and currently under performing in that job description." The woman laughed warmly and took my offered hand "ah, you're Emma, I've heard much about you from David, he speaks kindly of you. I'm Regina, the mayor of this town."
"Wow a mayor huh, that job suits you actually." I remarked, looking her up and down. I inwardly winced at how sleazy that must have sounded but Regina just continued to watch me with a satisfied smirk. She looked me up and down and hummed contentedly. guess I deserved that. "So..." I whistled and leant back against the counter. Unintentionally showing of my cleavage and thighs. "Why is it you know who I am and I know nothing about you?" I asked.
"David is my deputy, we've grown pretty close over the past few months. Hence why I am here of course." She gestured around her, studying my posture change with something akin to desire. Causing me to shiver; but not unpleasantly. "Most of the town are surprised to see me here, I'm not particularly popular amongst everyone if I'm honest." She continued.
"Why ever not?" I pondered aloud. "You seem amazing to me." I said wonderously. Jesus Emma, chill out you're being weird. Regina grinned as I blushed and walked away, opening the door. Before leaving she turned turned towards me with a gleam in her eye and a sultry smirk on her lips. "How about we take this conversation to the bar and I buy you a drink? If you're feeling better that is."
"Sounds great, Regina.".