"I met the new producer today, he seemed cool. Not like that asshole, Julian." He embraced his fiancé. "I've missed you today." She kissed him. "I've missed you too, Broody. I'm glad you've gotten yourself a good producer." His hand met her cheek. "Yeah, Paul sent me some quality this time." Brooke looked down, she kind of felt bad for Julian. His own dad didn't believe in him and fired him. The whole situation reminded her of the one with her and her mother. She hadn't even told Victoria she was marrying Lucas. But her mother probably knew anyway, it had been in a magazine. Someone had observed her diamond ring and called the press. Victoria had not called; she didn't even congratulate her only daughter with her engagement. "Is there something wrong?" She didn't want to tell him she in a way felt sorry for Julian, she didn't want to upset him. "Nothing, sweetie. It's nothing."
She was home alone; Lucas was out working with the movie. With the new producer she thought he would work less, but he didn't. There were plenty of late nights, but she tried not to nag about it. This movie was his dream like the clothing line was hers. She would be supportive no matter how much he was away. Right now she was working on her wedding dress, so it was a good thing he wasn't home. She used to have the dress in the store, because under no circumstances would Lucas see this dress. Nothing was going to give them bad luck, they didn't need it. The wedding was going to be perfect. She sighed. When she sat there working she suddenly felt like throwing up. She hurried out on the bathroom and got it up. She cleaned herself up. It must have been the seafood I ate yesterday; she thought to herself and took the dress with her on the way out. She had to go hide it in the store, so the prince wouldn't accidently stumble over it. When she got to the store she threw up one more time. It's the last time I eat shrimps. She said to herself while turning off the lights.
When he got home that night she was asleep. The clock was nearly two. He stood still for a moment just looking at her. He knew him working so much made her worried and made her feel like she was on second place. It was killing him. She would never come second in anything; she would always be his number one. He knew that, but she knowing it was the most important thing. He had to make it up to her in some way, some time. He went over to her and kissed her forehead. "I love you." He whispered, hoping she knew just how much. If someone ever could know that much love.
The next day he was up early, she was still asleep. He didn't want to wake her, but it would be nice to talk to her before he went to work. While he was showering, Brooke woke up. She was still not feeling well; maybe she had to go to the doctor and get something for food poisoning. She went to the bathroom. "Hey, babe. You're up. You want to come join me?" He said teasingly. "I don't think so. I only came in her to throw up." She sat down on the floor next to the toilet. "Oh. Now that you're saying it, you don't look too good." She gave him a look that could kill. "Jeez. Thanks." He laughed. "I'm sorry." He got out of the shower and sat down next to her. "What's wrong?" She sighed. "I think I ate some bad shrimps. You should feel sorry for me, Luke." She pouted. He took her hand and kissed it. "I do feel sorry for you. Do you want me to stay home today? I will do it if you ask me to." She looked at him. "I love you for that, Lucas. But you should go to work. I'm just a little nauseous. I'll be fine." She let go off his hand and turned her head to the toilet. "You should go, baby. I don't want you to see me like this." He didn't go and instead he held her hair when she threw up.
He heard about the wedding date. Of course they hadn't told him, but he always found out the things worth finding out. He had four months to come up with a solid plan. This wedding wouldn't go smoothly if he had anything to say in the matter. And he did, he always did. He laughed, he would get his revenge. And after all he'd gone through he thought he deserved it. This man was up to no good.