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~ Brandon's Home - 9:00 AM ~
Seven weeks later...
Two months...
It has officially been two months since the passing of Stella's parents. Sometimes, if not all the time, it's the days that follow that hit you the WORST. The heartbreak is just too much to bear that you end up wondering how you're still alive during that. It was no different for Stella. She lost her reason and purpose to live. She just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. Eternal sleep...it sounds so beautiful. But then again, parents would never want their children to give up on their dreams just because of demises.
Stella sat on her bed cross-legged and just stared at her lap. She took a deep breath to keep the waterworks at bay. She didn't want to cry anymore. The more she cried, the more heartbroken she became. It was probably best to bottle all of this up. She was just tired...so tired. She was tired of this pain and sorrow. She looked around the bedroom. It looked familiar, yet so distant at the same time. Probably because this room isn't hers. She ran a hand through her hair. It's been months since she smiled. Two months actually, but it's still something to worry about.
She was showered and dressed. This has been her routine for the past few months. Wake up, shower, get dressed, and begin the waterworks. Nothing else really. But not today. Today, she had something to do. Something important.
Picking herself up, she got down from the bed. She adjusted her soft blue sundress. Well, technically it isn't hers. All of the outfits she's been wearing the past few weeks were all floral and summery. When Brandon gave her a suitcase full of them, he told her that they belonged to his younger sister, who has yet to come into the picture. He told her that his sister was now on a road trip with some of her friends. Stella had simply taken them with gratitude.
She calmly walked out of the bedroom and with a deep sigh, she grudgingly moved her unwilling feet to Brandon's. His bedroom door was closed. Stella bit her lip and raised her hand. She tentatively knocked on the door twice.
Meanwhile...
~ Sheilds Corporations - Top Floor - Office - 9:10 AM ~
Lucas Shields and Heather Shields sat at their respective shields, with their heads buried into laptops. Lucas stopped for a few seconds and sighed. Heather noticed and looked up. She silently asked him what the matter was.
He sighed. "We need to talk, hon."
Heather nodded and closed the lid of her laptop. "What's wrong?"
"It's...well...it's Stella and Brandon. Stella isn't feeling normal, you know?"
"I know. Poor girl. I wish I could help her," Heather said sadly as she thought of her late best friend. Luna had always been there for Heather. Luna is defiant and stubborn, but she wished well for everyone. And now it's Heather's turn. It's her turn to help her best friend's daughter.
"...Well...I've been thinking..." Lucas started nervously. "Their last wish had been to see themget married."
Heather's eyes widened. "WHAT? You're joking, right?!"
Lucas shook his head. "...I don't know what else to do..."
His wife glared at him. "Just because you don't know what to do doesn't mean you can decide whatever the hell you want! I'm not marrying off our son to Stella. Stella is a gorgeous girl, no doubt, but you know how he feels for-"
Lucas raised his hand. "I don't care how he feels for that girl. I never liked her, to be honest. What is wrong with Stella? Is it because she's grieving? Heather, that girl deserves to grieve right now."
Heather sighed. "I know...it's just...I don't want to lose our son over this. He's already distant from us from running off and buying a house for himself. And besides, it's no secret that Stella and Brandon can't stand each other. Before the accident, we knew that they're always fighting." She continued, "Besides...I don't want Stella to become more closed off. She doesn't even know us, Luke. I'd hate to hurt her in any way. Believe me, I'd love to have her as my daughter-in-law."
Lucas crossed his arms and sighed as he understood his wife's concern. Of course, they knew that Stella can't stand Brandon and vice versa. And if that's the case, this marriage would be utterly pointless. They'd both be filing for a mutual divorce the second they exchange rings.
Lucas rubbed his chin in thought. "What if we don't file it? If we get them married, but don't file for the marriage, then legally...the marriage would be non-existent."
"I can't believe you're actually entertaining this idea," Heather shook her head with a sigh.
"Why not? Besides...didn't you once say that you wanted our families to become actual relatives? And now we can."
"Yeah I did say that, but the circumstances were different at that time. Stella was a normal twenty year old at that time, living her life in LA. And now...she's not the same girl any more. She's torn and broken and I can tell that she's struggling not to lose it. What's the point of honoring a promise if you know that our children won't keep it?" Heather asked sadly.
"Promises aren't meant to be broken, Heather. I made Radius a promise. To me, he was more than a friend. He was and will always be my brother. And I'll honor every last word he breathed. They were both in so much pain, yet they went through that because they trusted us. They trusted that we would protect their daughter. And I'm not about to break that trust."
~ Brandon's Home - 9:30 AM ~
Stella watched with big eyes when Brandon opened the door. He looked a little stunned, probably because he didn't expect any sort of communication from her. He kept his eyes trained on her. She looked...almost, and dare he say it, beautiful. She looked alive, but her eyes still held sadness. She definitely cleaned up well, although she looked beyond exhausted. Her hair fell down in curly waves and her bangs gently brushed against her forehead.
"Um...can I talk to you?" she asked causing him to snap out of his trance.
He nodded and closed the door behind him. He guided them both to the living room. He sat in one of the leather couches, but Stella remained standing not knowing what to do. He glared a little, "You can sit, you know. Jeez." Stella sat down instantly, jumping a little at his tone. His eyes softened when he saw her sad face. "Sorry," he muttered softly.
Stella shook her head. "No, don't be. You have nothing to be sorry for. I was just being a little paranoid."
"So, what's up?" he asked.
She took a deep breath. "I...I'm going back to LA. I just wanted to tell you and I wanted to thank you for the past few weeks."
He stared at her for a moment before speaking quietly. "Did I do something wrong?"
Her eyes widened. Wrong? Him? He fed her the whole time. He cooked for them both every single day and made sure that she didn't skip a meal. He kept her company when she woke up screaming from awful nightmares. He...kept her sane this whole time. He kept her from drowning in oblivion.
"No, it's just...I can't stay at your place all the time. I just...haven't been myself."
Brandon dryly chuckled. "Haven't been yourself? Stella, you've been exactly yourself. No one expects you to sprew sunshine and rainbows, you know. You're allowed to be upset. You're allowed to cry. And...you're allowed to stay, you know. I don't mind having you here."
"No, it's not that. I already overstayed at your place."
Brandon opened his mouth to say something, but a voice interrupted him.
"I knew my son was terrible at making people comfortable."
Brandon and Stella looked at the doorway. Brandon's eyes narrowed when he saw his parents walking through the front door.
Heather laughed, "You can say that again."
Lucas cheekily smiled, "I knew my son was terrible at making people comfortable."
Heather face-palmed. "You're embarrassing yourself," she muttered under her breath. She smiled when she saw Stella standing up.
"Good morning, Stella. How are you feeling?" she asked the timid blonde.
Stella managed to give a smile. A light one, but a smile nonetheless. "Better. Thank you, Mrs. Shields."
"Is it something my boy did?" Lucas glared at his son who rolled his eyes. Brandon bitterly looked away from his father's pointed glare and simply crossed his legs over one another.
"Son." Lucas glared at his arrogant son. Stella slightly raised an eyebrow when she saw Brandon's repulsive attitude. Was there a problem between them or is Brandon being the jerk he normally is?
"BRANDON," Lucas stated harder. Brandon finally looked at his father with cold, steely eyes. "What?" he addressed with an edge to his tone. Stella pretended like she didn't exist whereas Heather simply crossed her arms and shook her head.
"Shall we take a walk?" Lucas asked with the same glare in his eyes. Brandon coldly glanced at his father for a moment before standing up and bolting out of the room. Lucas sighed before following the tall brunette.
Stella coughed nervously. She somehow thought that if she wasn't here, Brandon and Lucas would be fighting right about now. There was definitely tension between the two of them. It didn't help that Brandon looked as if he can't even stand to be in the same room as his father. Especially not after the way he stormed out of the room, practically wearing a path on the floor.
It was really none of her business, but she couldn't help but be at least mildly curious.
"So...how're you feeling really?" Heather suddenly asked with a motherly smile as she led both of them to the couch. Stella smiled weakly. "It's tough to get over such things, Mrs. Shields. But...I guess I feel a little better." She lied straight through her teeth. She didn't feel any better. Sure, the tears she shed everyday lessened, but the hole in her heart refused to be filled.
"Is Brandon bothering you? Or is he making you uncomfortable? He's not the best person to be with at certain times," Heather frowned as she eyed the direction her son ran off to with his father tailing behind.
"Oh no, Mrs. Shields-"
"Heather. Call me Heather."
Stella smiled a little. "I definitely agree with you when you say that he's a difficult person. But no, he doesn't make me uncomfortable, Mrs. Shi-I mean, Heather."
Meanwhile...
"For your information, I didn't force her to leave. So you can stop glaring at me any time now," Brandon said coldly.
"I'm not here for that," Lucas sighed. "Son, when are you coming home? Do you have to live here? All alone?"
Brandon interrupted his father by raising a hand. "Is this what you came for? If it is, then you can stop right now. Are we done yet?"
Hurt flashed across Lucas's features. Brandon turned away and shut his eyes trying to erase the image.
Lucas shook off the bitterness and coughed to get his son's attention again. "I'm here for something else."
Brandon's eyes snapped to Lucas again. He placed his hands in his pockets and patiently waited. But the next words that Lucas uttered made his eyes widen to the point of them nearly popping out of their sockets.
"Remember the Solarias' last wish?"
Brandon's jaw dropped. He did NOT just hear that. He didn't just hear those words now, did he? "Excuse me?" Brandon asked incredulously.
"Your mother and I are planning to have the wedding between you two this week."
Brandon's eyes widened. Excuse me?! "Without consulting either of us?!" Brandon hollered ridiculously. His cold voice dropped and in its place, an anxious one took over.
"We're consulting you now," Lucas shrugged his shoulders.
Brandon crossed his arms. His shock wore off and a sharp glare made its way on his face. "What the hell, dad?! NO. I don't care what promise I made then. But I'm not doing this."
Lucas calmly spoke, "You made a promise, Brandon. To Radius and Luna."
"Yes. I did make a promise that I'll take care of her. That we'll all take care of her. This isn't taking care of her. This is just forcing her to agree to something that will change her life. I'm not agreeing to marrying Stella and I never will."
"Fine. If that's the way you feel, we'll just tell her ourselves. I don't think Stella will disobey if we ask," Lucas shrugged. Brandon clenched his jaw. Of course, Stella wouldn't disobey. His father was using sentiment against her.
"Don't you dare, father," Brandon said coldly.
"I don't care if you're living alone right now, but you will not disrespect your father," Lucas hissed. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
"You're asking me to marry a girl I barely know! Asking Stella to do this would only break her even more. Can't you see that she's still grieving?! Or are you that blind to it?!" Brandon yelled.
"YOU. WILL. MARRY. STELLA. And that's final. I've known Radius and Luna for nearly two decades. Even if my son doesn't respect their last wish, I will." Lucas threw a glare one more time before storming off and heading back to the house.
Brandon shut his eyes. His eyes clouded. As much as he loved them too, he...he just can't do this. This would change his whole life. Marriage is something that shouldn't be taken lightly. Of course he wanted to marry someday, but to a woman that he can accept. A woman that he chose and loved with all of his heart.
His dark brown eyes darted to the house. There's nothing wrong with Stella, but...he didn't love her. And she doesn't love him either. So why force two individuals to marry when they can't even tolerate each other's presence? Brandon thought back to the two days he spent at Stella's house. He initially thought he'd spend a month or so researching. But because of the ordeal that came suddenly, he was forced to work from home. It's not that he felt obligated to take care of Stella. No, far from it.
He genuinely cared for Stella. He never hated her or even came to disliking her. He just liked teasing her since she got riled up so easily. It was fun. He didn't even have to count the number of times his heart hurt when she woke up scared from nightmares. He was a light sleeper, so he heard her screaming her heart out. He stayed in her room until she felt asleep again before heading back to his own. His heart had always ached when he heard her crying in broad daylight in her room. He didn't know how to comfort her. But he made sure to feed her every single day. There were so many times he had practically yelled at her to eat. He remembered how scared she looked whenever he did that. He didn't especially like the look on her face, but hey, it did the job.
And that's how these two months flew by. He didn't mind taking care of her. He wanted to take care of her. No one deserves to witness the pain of loved ones.
His lips set into a straight line as he sighed internally.
Lucas walked in to see Stella and Heather busy in chatter. Women. They always know how to occupy themselves even if they barely know each other. They both looked up when they heard Lucas entering.
He subtly nodded at Heather who sighed. Stella looked back and forth at each of them. They sort of seemed as if they wanted to say something.
Heather placed a gentle hand on Stella's arm causing the latter to look at the former. "Stella, honey, we have something to ask you."
Stella slowly nodded.
Lucas nervously rubbed his chin. This was harder than he had anticipated. He should have rehearsed better. "Well...you see...The thing is...oh boy. Heather, wanna help?"
Heather shot a glare at her husband who gave a small cheeky smile. She sighed and turned to the blonde. "Well...honey...," Heather struggled to get the words out. She took a deep breath. "You do know that your parents' last wish was to marry Brandon?" she uttered quickly. The direct approach is always the best one.
Stella's eyes widened.
Lucas breathed a small 'Phew'. The hardest was kind of over. He decided to pipe up, "And...it won't happen unless you agree to it. We're certainly not against it. Radius and Luna mean a LOT to us. They were more than just friends. They were family to us. And we're willing to respect anything they ask of us."
Stella stared agape at both of them. She had honestly forgotten about everything. So what now? She has to marry a guy she knows for a...month and some weeks?
She somehow found her voice again a minute later, "...Brandon knows about this...?"
Heather nodded, "He's okay with it. His father is very good at persuading him."
Stella nodded towards the direction Brandon disappeared to earlier and addressed Lucas, "Is that why you called him to a 'walk'?"
Lucas shrugged, "If you put it that way, then I guess."
Stella cast her eyes down and nodded. She didn't know what to think. She had made that promise in a heat of the moment. At that time, she was desperate enough to do anything for her parents. And now...the consequences of that are staring at her in the face. She honestly had no idea what to do. How can Brandon be okay with this? Without a fight? He's not related to her parents in any way. He had no reason to accept these terms. He's being asked to change his whole life. But then again...if Brandon can agree to it, then there's no reason why she can't. To her, a promise made to her late parents is sacred. She had to do this.
"Okay. If Brandon is okay with it...then I guess I am too," Stella finally agreed in a small voice.
Lucas and Heather smiled at each other. The former spoke up, "We're planning to have it as soon as possible. Maybe in the next few days."
Stella nodded blankly. For a wedding that she's not exactly excited about, she could care less about when it happened.
"Heather, take her inside," Lucas ushered the both of them when he heard the back door click.
~ 10:30 AM ~
Stella and Heather sat on the bed in one of the many guest rooms. There was an uncomfortable silence. Mostly for Stella. She couldn't wrap her head around this whole arranged marriage thing. She couldn't help but wonder if her parents made Brandon stay in LA for this reason. Her mind clicked. Of course... It was a match making arrangement. They had hoped that she and Brandon would get along, but they had ended up getting off on the wrong foot.
And because of that...Stella couldn't even begin to fathom how in the world did Brandon agree to this? He and his father only disappeared for like ten minutes. A few moments later, she opened her mouth to speak.
"Mrs. Shields-I mean, Heather, how is Brandon okay with this? I mean, doesn't he love anyone? And even if he didn't-"
"He doesn't," Heather firmly said. "You might have noticed the tension between Lucas and him, right?"
Stella nodded. Of course she has.
Heather sighed, "Even if they've been at each other's throats for a long time, Brandon would never cross the line. He would always respect his father and would ultimately end up obeying him."
Stella nodded in understanding. So that's all it was. Obeying. So that means that Brandon's probably against this just as much as she was.
Heather sighed again. "He had always been a prodigy since he was a child. He was always excelling in everything, especially mathematics and science. He just...never cared for anyone else. Except for you. He cares for you, I can tell that."
Stella had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. He doesn't care for her that much enough to willfully marry her. He probably helped her out of sympathy. That's all.
"Between you and me, he never had a single girlfriend till date," Heather smiled.
Stella's eyes widened. Wha...
"Wait a second. Are you serious?!" Stella asked incredulously. Heather nodded with a giggle. Honestly? Oh come on. Even if Brandon is an uber nerd, a nerd's gotta have a girlfriend every once in a while too. For Pete's sake, he's almost twenty four! And it's not like Brandon fitted the nerd stereotype either. He was handsome...very very handsome. Stella couldn't help but blush a little. As much as she hated to admit it, he really was handsome. He was nearly 6'3'' with a well-built physique that would nearly set all the women practically drooling. He carried himself in a manner effortlessly that practically screamed powerful and of course, many women did fall for the typical bad boy image.
"Either way, I really hope that you guys can make this work. We're not tying you two together just for your parents. I would love to have you as my daughter-in-law," Heather smiled. Stella blushed a little and nodded. She liked Heather Shields. In many ways, Heather reminded Stella of her own mother. While Heather was more softer than Luna, she still showed a motherly affection towards Stella.
...
...
When Stella and Brandon were told that the wedding was promised to be held in a few days, they expected at least ten or fifteen. They sure as hell didn't expect three. Three! A measly three!
To each of them, time never flew by as fast as it did those three days. Lucas and Heather invited themselves into Brandon's home to make sure that their son didn't do anything mean to Stella. Basically, neither of the folks wanted the two to talk. At least not right now.
Soooo not a problem for either of them.
To be honest, dinner at the table never felt so awkward. The occasional bumps in the hallways were not awkward at all. Nope. They merely ignored each other by automatically going the opposite ways, causing Heather and Lucas to look at each and facepalm. Seriously? Were the two youths really going to do this in front of the parents?! But Stella and Brandon couldn't help it. There hadn't even been a peep between the two since they were told that they were being shipped.
Meanwhile, Stella texted Musa and Layla and this, of course, caused the latter two to ring her and squeal in excitement. The two clearly didn't acknowledge Stella's obvious discomfort and instantly made plans to come over to the wedding straight away.
~ Chelsea Piers - Bride's Room - 5:45 PM ~
Finally...the dreaded day has come.
Stella was seated in a chair looking absolutely miserable. Ugh, this was NOT how it was supposed to happen.
Marriage is something you dream about your entire life. In your mind, everything is spotlessly perfect. Perfection. Absolute perfection. That's what you wish for. In fact, that's what every bride on the planet wishes for. Every bride definitely has a fairy tale version of a perfect, happy, lovey-dovey marriage. She's the princess and he's her Prince Charming who came to whisk her away in a carriage called Marriage.
But to Stella, none of that is true. Right now, she's just a bride waiting for her impending doom. She's about to face the most awkward moment of her life. Outside the room, she could hear the distinct and excited chatter of the guests in the wedding hall. The wedding is set to take place at 6:15 PM. That means she only had thirty minutes left to enjoy her bachelor life.
Stella's hands shook. Even her legs started to quiver under the wedding dress. Her wedding dress was gorgeous, but Stella didn't feel any of that. The dress was trumpet-styled, which hugged Stella's curvy figure till the mid-hip until it started to flare gradually till the bottom. It was a strapless, sweet-heart neckline decorated with a small train at the back. The dress was a diamond white, vintage, lace-beaded sequin dress that suited Stella perfectly. She honestly had no idea how they ended up finding this dress that quickly. She really didn't care what dress she wore, so Heather managed all of the girlish works whereas Lucas managed from the groom's side.
Stella's hair was styled into a soft curly updo and her frontal bangs were clipped to the side elegantly with a white brooch accessory. Her makeup was kept to a bare minimum.
Basically, Stella and Brandon ended up following the "don't look at bride before the wedding or ill fortune awaits you" saying.
Just then, Stella looked up when the door clicked and revealed her gorgeous best friends. "OH MI MI GOSH! Stella, you look soooo beautiful!" Musa gushed when they eyed Stella. The blonde simply smiled. Layla wiped a happy tear from her eyes. "Awww our favorite blonde is getting married!"
Stella slumped. "Sorry if I don't share the enthusiasm, girls. I just...don't have it in me to enjoy it, you know." Musa and Layla glumly smiled.
Musa's eyes suddenly lit up. "Wait! Guess what?! YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHO WE BUMPED INTO EARLIER!"
Stella raised an eyebrow, "Your future boyfriends?"
Layla rolled her eyes. "Tempting, but no. It's Flora! We just saw her earlier!"
Stella's eyes widened. "WHAT?!"
Musa excitedly jumped. "She's Brandon's sister, you dork!"
Stella's jaw dropped. Flora...Shields...? FLORA SHIELDS? The Flora Shields?! Flora has been part of their gang years ago till middle school when she left to study at a different high school. It's been such a long time that she eventually lost touch with them. Stella felt a smile come up to her face. Finally! A familiar face! Oh and that would explain the floral outfits she's been donning all these months. She hasn't visited Los Angeles once after what happened.
So...Flora is Brandon's sister? Wow...talk about a small world. Very small world. How often is it that you find an old friend across the country nearly eight years later...? Coincidence.
"Wow." That was all Stella could utter. "By the way, you girls look stunning." Musa and Layla wore similar sheer neck lace dresses coated with a golden tint. Stella couldn't choose a maid of honor between the two, so she made them both as maids of honor.
"Hey, Stel, no matter what happens...you'll always have us," Musa said as she hugged her. Layla joined and soon they were all enveloped in a group hug. Stella's eyes glistened as she felt overwhelmed with emotions.
"Mind if I join in?" a soft voice spoke from the doorway causing the trio to break up the hug. Stella turned around and gasped.
"Flora, is that really you?" Stella asked as she smiled. Flora was a stunning female. She had a sun-kissed tan, caramel brown hair that went way past her waist, and emerald green eyes. She clearly resembled a younger version mother. She looked gorgeous.
Flora nodded as she took a few steps inside. Stella and Flora wrapped each other in a tight hug. "It's so good to see you again, Stella. Although I wish that I didn't see you under these circumstances," Flora spoke quietly when they broke up. "When I heard that my brother was getting married, I didn't know it was you. When my mom told me, I simply assumed that it would be someone else with the same name as yours. But when I heard your whole name, then to say that I was shocked would be a heavy understatement. I'm so sorry about Uncle Radius and Aunt Luna."
Stella nodded sadly trying not to cry. "Thank you."
"Girls, it's time," Heather suddenly came rushing into the room out of nowhere. "Oh hey honey, I didn't see you here. Oh my God, you girls look so gorgeous," Heather wiped a tear from her eye.
"Well, Stella, this is my daughter-"
Flora interrupted with a small smile. "We know each other already. Remember when I studied in LA all those years ago at your brother's home? Well, Stella and I were best friends at that time."
Heather clapped her hands like a mad woman. "Awwwwww this is soooo sweet! But girls, we kind of really have to go. It's a little late already."
Stella, Musa, and Layla eyed the clock which still read 6:10. The ceremony didn't even start until 6:15. The bride doesn't come down until 6:20! So what exactly is the rush for? Heather disappeared out the door again frantically.
"Oh my God. This is my first wedding! What if I fall?!" Stella gasped when she felt anxious again.
Musa laughed. "First wedding? Jeez, how many do you plan to have?" Flora and Layla also burst out laughing, causing Stella to cross her arms stubbornly.
"Stop panicking, would you? You're making things worse for yourself," Layla said between laughing.
Stella snapped, "I'd like to see you on your wedding day!" Flora and Musa giggled at her outburst. Stella shook her head. "What if I ruin everything?! What if I fall?"
Flora dramatically yawned. "You know...every bride in the country would say that, but no one ever fell before. And Stel, ten years later down the road, it won't even matter. It'll be something you can laugh about."
Musa high-fived Flora who laughed. "Amen, sista!"
Stella, meanwhile, was lost in thought again. Ten years down the road...?
Her trance was interrupted when Heather came inside again carrying a beautiful rose bouquet. "The ceremony is starting. Flora, honey, why don't you go and have a seat?"
Flora nodded and winked at Stella. "You'll do great, Stella."
Stella weakly smiled. She looked at herself in the mirror one more time. If only...if only this was her real wedding instead of a fake one...She didn't love the groom and neither did the groom love her. Ten years down the road? Stella scoffed internally. She'd consider herself lucky if this marriage lasted a month.
Lucas knocked on the door to which Heather responded by opening it. Stella smiled at her soon-to-be in-laws. She was faking everything but at least this smile wasn't fake. Brandon's parents were good people.
Just then, the wedding march started to play with the song "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri. Lucas offered his arm for Stella to take to which she accepted hesitantly. "Stella, honey, even if I'm not your father, from this day onwards, you're no less than my own daughter."
Stella's eyes glistened. "Thank you, Mr. Shi-I mean...Lucas. Thank you so much."
Tables and tables of food were laid across in a separate area. Even the wedding cake was massive, symbolizing the beautiful union of the soon-to-be married couple. There was even an orchestra and a band.
Chairs were placed in an orderly fashion where guests sat impatiently. Everyone's face was one of excitement and enthusiasm. Families, friends, and relatives gathered around as the air smelled of nothing but true happiness. Males were dressed in the usual tux with ties that matched their wives' or girlfriends' dresses. The women were dressed in all sorts of colors, nearly resembling a rainbow.
Everyone watched in slight awe and with knowing smiles as the maids of honor, Musa and Layla, walked down the aisle gracefully. They followed the adorable eight-year old flower girls who threw rose petals here and there. Then came the beautiful bride herself.
Stella could feel all eyes on her as she clutched Lucas's arm tightly. She felt like a nervous wreck. As she entered the aisle, she caught Brandon's eyes. His eyes were calm and collected while hers were a frenzy mess. She didn't know how to feel at the moment. She didn't see any trace of malice in his eyes. Not even a feeling of bitterness. Oh come on. Show me what you're feeling! Stella thought inside. Her breathing only escalated as she neared him and finally...stopped. Soon, Lucas slipped his arm out as they neared the altar. He gave Stella's hand to Brandon who gently grasped it. He was wearing a tux with a black tie. Classic wedding material. Stella joined him as she stood next to him.
Musa and Layla took up their respective positions while five handsome men stood behind Brandon.
The pastor motioned for the guests to sit down. He coughed a little before continuing with a fatherly smile. "We have gathered here today in the presence of God to join Brandon Shields and Stella Solaria in the name of holy matrimony..."
The pastor went on about how holy a marriage is and how one should uphold that sacred union till death do them apart. Meanwhile, Stella and Brandon had to do everything they can in their power not to frown right then and there. They need to talk later.
The pastor, finally done with his speech about sacredness and marriage, turned to the groom. "Do you, Brandon Shields, take this woman, Stella Solaria, whose hand you now hold, to be your true and wedded wife; and do you solemnly promise before God and these witnesses to love, cherish, honor, and protect her and to forsake all others for her sake; to cleave unto her, and her only, until death shall part you?"
"I do," Brandon said while turning to Stella.
Then it was Stella's turn.
"Do you, Stella Solaria, take this man, Brandon Shields, whose hand you now hold, to be your true and wedded husband; and do you solemnly promise before God and these witnesses to love, cherish, honor, and protect him and to forsake all others for him sake; to cleave unto him, and him only, until death shall part you?"
Stella took a deep breath and turned to Brandon. "I do," she said softly. She averted her eyes instantly when she felt her eyes glisten again.
The pastor turned to the ring bearer, a young boy, and urged him to come forward. The boy took small steps forward and stopped before the groom and bride.
The pastor closed his book and held it with one hand. "If anyone has any concerns or restrictions regarding this holy affair, please speak now."
...
No one said anything.
...
As much as she hated to admit it, Stella wished that someone said something. She felt absolutely horrible. Brandon probably hates her so much right now. She wanted to sit down and just cry. This wasn't right.
The pastor, clearly oblivious to Stella's dilemma, smiled before turning to the couple, "You may now exchange the rings."
Brandon, with a deep inaudible breath, took Stella's slightly shaking hand and placed the ring gently onto her finger. Stella did the same. She looked back to the pastor, unable look into Brandon's eyes.
"Congratulations. You are now husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the pastor smiled.
Stella's eyes grew wide as she heard the priest. Brandon's face was calm and collected. He was smiling, but it clearly didn't touch his eyes. She faced him reluctantly. He gazed at her with...some kind of unknown care and wrapped a gentle arm around her waist. Her eyes held fear and he could see that. Brandon bent slightly and brushed his lips lightly against hers before softly kissing her. Stella closed her eyes and kissed him back slowly. She was scared. Seriously scared. At some point, she'll be alone with him and she'll have to face the music. She deprived him the chance to find love.
They pulled back after a few moments and gazed at each other before turning to the crowd. Stella and Brandon smiled when the crowd started to clap. Brandon's friends and even her friends had the gall to wolf-whistle. Ugh. Seriously? She was dying of fear over here and her friends were clapping. She's gonna talk to her girls later and give them each a piece of her mind.
And soon, the festivities started.
Stella, meanwhile, couldn't even begin to enjoy herself. She watched her friends as well as the rest of the people have fun. They were laughing, dancing, and singing. And meanwhile, she had secluded herself into a corner and was pretending to be busy eating. In reality, she's berating herself for letting herself get into this mess. She gasped when she caught Brandon's eye a few feet away. Her eyes widened and she instantly turned around. Her heart thumped and she shut her eyes for a moment. She jumped a little when she felt an arm wound around her waist.
"Stop that," a quiet voice whispered in her ear.
She turned to the side to see Brandon gazing down at her. Mutely, she glanced at his eyes searching for any emotion.
"Don't you hate me?" she blurted out. His dark eyes averted from hers and glanced straight ahead. "We'll talk later. But for now, don't look so upset. There are people here who gossip, you know. At least act your part."
She nodded. Of course. His reputation would be at stake if she did anything wrong. Still feeling no less than miserable, she turned her attention back to the food in front of her. Despite the food looking so scrumptious, she didn't have any appetite.
"By the way..." he trailed off.
She turned to him again with scared eyes.
"Don't be scared of me, please. I'll feel like a criminal."
Stella nodded while casting down her eyes. "I'm sorry."
He gently lifted her chin with his finger. "Like I said earlier...we will talk later. For now...are you hungry?" He asked with a smile on his face.
Stella's eyes slightly widened at the grin on his face. Oh. He was probably acting the part. She nodded her head even though she didn't feel like eating anything.
The evening passed by eventfully for others, while not so greatly for some.
A few hours later...
The family forced the bride and groom to spend the time at a hotel and come back tomorrow. It turns out that Brandon's parents have already booked a hotel for the two of them.
~ Taj Hotel - New York - 10:45 PM ~
Brandon slid the key down the lock. When it clicked green, Brandon opened the door with Stella following suit. Brandon's eyes widened when he entered the room, causing Stella to crash into his back with an 'oomph' from the abrupt stop. Stella peeped from behind him and she felt the urge to faint right there. This room was clearly a honeymoon suite room. The bed was decorated all...honeymoonish. It was covered with roses and a bunch of candles were lit everywhere.
They both looked at each other awkwardly. Brandon sighed and turned to Stella. "Stella, we need to talk. Like now."
Stella nodded uncomfortably. He stormed to the bed and dusted off the rose petals a little angrily while muttering something under his breath about how immature his parents and sister were. He sat on the bed and tapped on the place beside him, motioning for her to sit. Stella sat down slowly, still unable to look into his eyes.
"Look at me," he commanded. "Stella, please. I won't hurt you."
She shakily turned to him. His eyes softened when he realized how hurt and broken she appeared. "I'm so sorry, Brandon," she uttered feeling miserable. A tear fell from her eyes and slid down her cheek.
"Shhhh, stop crying, okay?" he said gently. He moved closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I don't hate you, you know. Why would you think that?"
"Because...because it's my fault that we had to do this!" she said weakly.
"No, it isn't. It's our parents' fault for thinking that we'll ever be okay with this dumb arrangement."
Stella nodded sadly and kept silent while he continued.
"How about this? We'll go back to how we were before. We can pretend that this whole ordeal never even happened," he suggested.
Stella nodded, still upset.
"Would you say something instead of bouncing your head up and down?" he said annoyed.
She let out a small laugh at his tone and wiped a lone tear away. "Okay."
"So that means you'll stay here in New York. No more going back to LA. Stay here with me," he said. She turned to him with shock. "Wait, really?"
"I don't want to stay here worrying about you. I'd rather keep you in front of my eyes everyday. I'll let you go when I'm sure that you'll be okay."
He let her go and stood up. He freed his collar by untying his tie. He removed his tux jacket and also unbuttoned the shirt cuffs underneath. Stella's eyes widened as she averted her eyes away. Oh God, is he seriously going to undress in front of her now? Sure, buddy. Make the situation even more awkward.
"Well, looks like we're gonna have to share the bed," he spoke.
"What?" Stella asked in alarm.
"Look around, princess. There really isn't another one in here. I don't plan on being a gentleman and letting you sleep on the bed alone." He smirked at her and she slightly scowled. She honestly felt a little better than she did a few hours ago.
"What the hell was Flora thinking?" Brandon muttered under his breath while tossing the tie aside. "What?" Stella asked confused.
"Didn't you see the cheesy roses earlier? Obviously Flora's work. The bed was obviously intended for something else," he smirked obviously enjoying Stella's squirming.
He chuckled. "So...wanna watch a movie?"
"Huh?" Stella asked dumbfounded.
He nodded towards a counter near the bathroom. A bright fuchsia covered laptop lay on the slab. "Flora forgot her laptop in here. Odd."
"Um...sure, why not?"
He smirked before grabbing his sister's laptop and settling down on the bed. Stella sat beside him, making sure to keep a respectable distance from him. She squirmed slightly as she sat cross-legged on the bed with great difficulty. Whoever designed these stupid dresses clearly stated that they weren't meant to sit in. "What's wrong?" she heard him ask without looking at her.
"Oh um. Nothing," Stella stated quickly. She fidgeted with the material binding around her waist. God, loosen up already. Stella visibly frowned trying to loosen this damned thing. Ugh. If Brandon wasn't here, she'd have no problem ripping this off of her and strolling down in her underwear.
Brandon turned to her, obviously annoyed with her persistent moving, when he realized what she was trying to do. Of course. That dress would definitely be uncomfortable as hell for her. He couldn't but shake his head. Why bother wearing something that you can't bear to be in? Women. When will they learn a sense of comfort? Sighing, he got up from the bed which got Stella's attention.
Stella's eyes widened when she saw him...unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. Gasping, she covered her eyes with a squeal. "What are you doing?!" she hollered instantly. Brandon smirked when she shied her face away from him.
"Don't you have eyes? I'm pretty sure you can tell what I'm doing."
"...You're taking off your clothes."
He smirked harder. "Don't flatter yourself, blondie. Here."
Stella gasped when she felt him throw his shirt in her face. She looked at him incredulously (and thankful that he's not completely shirtless). He still had on a white undershirt on that made her sigh in relief.
"Wear that. You won't have a wink of sleep in that dress. And since I'm a light sleeper, I won't have you tossing and turning," he said as he relaxed on the bed again. Stella stood up with great difficulty, trying her best not to move too much in this nightmare of a dress. She bolted to the bathroom with his shirt as quickly as she could. She locked the door behind her. With a frustrated heave, she took the dress off her, shivering as some of the sequins and lace brushed against her skin.
Stella placed the huge dress on a hangar at the back of the door. She took Brandon's shirt into her hands and...stopped. It felt weird to wear his shirt. It was either wearing that horrendous dress or stroll around in her underwear. She wore his shirt and quickly buttoned it up. A whiff of an intoxicating cologne filled her nostrils instantly and she couldn't help but blush a little. She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed. She looked smaller in his shirt. It went past her arms and a little past her thighs.
Smiling a little, she took off the pins holding up her hair and shook it loose. Her hair spilled down her shoulders in bouncy curls. Satisfied and relieved, she turned around and opened the door to step out.
"My sister watches movies like a girl. Seriously? The Notebook?!" Brandon muttered when he heard the door click. Stella stepped out with his shirt on. It was just an inch short of her knees and she stood at the opening of the bathroom staring at nothing in particular. She felt a little under dressed. Correction: she felt downright naked. Whatever. Thank goodness she was completely covered. That wedding dress was just too tight to sleep in.
"Last time I checked, Flora is a girl. Jeez, give that girl some respect. And the movie too! It's one of the best classics in time!" Stella defended.
Brandon rolled his eyes. He chose not to comment on the movie. It was ridiculous in his opinion and that's a decided fact. There is a thing called 'too much sap', not that the ladies around him realized it.
Stella walked to the bed and sat beside him cross legged. She wrapped herself around a blanket and scrolled through the list of movies on the laptop.
She frowned a second later. "You're right. Your sister is such a girl. Hmm. I don't remember watching half of these movies."
But...he didn't hear her. The moment she came near him, Brandon couldn't help but look at her. She smelled of lavenders and she looked so little in his white shirt. Even the sleeves went past her hands. Wasn't she afraid of being alone with a man? She was fragile and vulnerable compared to him. Any kind of accidental touch would be highly inappropriate right now. He subtly scooted a little away from her.
"Can't we just access the net? We have the hotel's wifi password."
He snapped out of his trance and shook his head. "I already picked one. Insidious. I heard the new one came out."
Stella's eyes widened. "Excuse me? No way, I am not, I repeat, I am not watching that!"
Brandon facepalmed. "There's no bigger wimp in this world than girls."
Stella scoffed at his pompous comment. "Jeez, you're not exactly all that brave either. If Godzilla comes, I'm sure you'd be tripping all over the place."
He chuckled. "Yeah, but that's a case of 'if', princess. I'm not scared of a movie."
He grabbed her hand and placed the laptop on both of their laps. Stella glared and crossed her arms with a pout. She closed her eyes and tried to zone off the horrible music at the titles itself. Ugh. A majority of these horror movies won't scare her if there were just no heart-thumping music. The sounds are alone to scare the living daylights out of her. Just then, Brandon turned the lights off.
"What the...?! Brandon, turn the lights back on!" Stella yelled.
"Shh, a movie should be watched in a theater effect, ya know? Shut it and watch the movie."
Stella fumed. "BRANDON SHIELDS, IF YOU DON'T TURN ON THE LIGHTS RIGHT THIS INSTANT-"
A yelp suddenly escaped her lips when one of the characters in the movie screamed in terror. Brandon roared at Stella's reaction. She clutched her heart to calm her racing nerves. It's official. She never hated horror movies more than she did right now. She hit his shoulder to stop him from laughing, but it only encouraged the idiot even more. Stella closed her eyes, hoping to zone out this nightmare.
...
~ The Next Morning - 7:30 AM ~
A sleepy sigh left his lips when he felt the sun's rays penetrating through the windows. Brandon blinked a few times before opening his eyes fully. He felt his back go sore as he moved. He sighed when he realized that he was still sitting up. He must have fallen asleep sitting up during the movie. Shame. He had been wanting to watch it for a while. The laptop still lay in front of him with a blank screen. Poor thing. Its battery must've been exhausted.
He moved to get up only to feel a weight. His eyes slightly widened when he realized that Stella's head was on his shoulder and her hands were in her lap.
He turned towards her and gazed at her for a few moments. He held her face gently as he stood up and lay her down on the bed gently. He pulled the covers over her. Stepping back, he yawned before walking to the bathroom to freshen up for the day.
Nearly forty minutes later, Brandon stepped out of the bathroom looking freshly showered. He ruffled his damp hair as he threw the used towel on the floor. He heard a moan emit from the bed. He raised an eyebrow when he saw how much Stella had moved in the last thirty minutes. The covers were ruffled and were a tangled mess as she sprawled herself across the bed.
"Stella, wake up," he said rudely as he went to the bed.
"Shh, not so loud..." she moaned sleepily.
"Stop acting like you have a hangover. Wake up, you airhead," he called out again as he ruffled his damp hair in attempt to dry it faster. With a swift hand, he pulled the covers right off her body.
"Hmm...," she moaned again sleepily. With closed eyes, Stella held out her hand. She opened and closed her palm repeatedly and silently asked for her stolen blanket. He scoffed.
He rolled his eyes and forcibly pulled her up with his arm. "Stella, wake up!" he shook her violently. Stella sleepily opened her eyes and blinked repeatedly. Brandon tapped her cheek as she yawned a little.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," he shook her lightly this time, feeling amused. "We won't get the breakfast buffet, you know. Hurry up."
"What's wrong with me? I feel so sore...," she muttered.
"Yeah, that's kind of typical for a bride's first night with her groom," he smirked.
At that comment, Stella's eyes opened fully and she blushed at the suggestive, inappropriate comment like a ripened tomato. Did he really just say that?
He laughed at her reaction. "Well, that woke you up."
Stella slapped the blush off of her face. This is so embarrassing! She stared at him who donned a new pair of jeans and a hoodie. "Um...where'd you get those?" He pointed to a cover behind her on a counter. Stella nodded as she stood up. She grudgingly walked to the bathroom feeling oddly sore.
Stella quickly did her daily business and showered. She slipped into a light pink floral dress. Oh. Flora. What else did she expect from that brunette?
One hour later...
Stella and Brandon walked out of the hotel, taking their belongings and Flora's laptop. They went to Brandon's sleek black car and threw the covers in the back. Stella hopped into the passenger's side and Brandon took over the wheel. Stella happily sighed as she arched her back over the seats.
He chuckled, "Your back still sore?"
She nodded tiredly. "VERY. I'm not used to this. How come you're already good to go?"
He rolled his eyes. "It's called exercise. Maybe you should try it out sometime. It's not that hard to straighten out a stiffened back."
She closed her eyes and zoned out his irritating voice. "I'm sorry but I don't do manual labor."
He rolled his eyes as he pulled out of the lot.
"Home?" she asked.
He nodded. "I'm hungry," he said with a demand in his tone.
"Are you seriously asking me to cook for you?" she asked incredulously.
"And if I am, princess?" he smirked.
"Prince, then I'd tell for you to stow your laziness somewhere and cook for yourself," Stella snapped. What did he think of her? His slave? Buzz off.
Brandon suppressed a small smile. Stella, however, couldn't help but smile a little to herself. She looked out the window as she watched the car cruise by buildings. This'll work out. They'll make it work. They don't have to live as husband and wife just because they're married. They can be just as caring, *ahem* tolerating, towards each other.
So...thank you so much for reading :) I'd love a review!
