Previously on You're the only prayer I need
"No, I need you for a week," Beca said. "I've got a wedding to go to. I think it would be great if you..if you come with."
"I'll love too."
"There's one more thing," she spoke up. "You'll have to pretend to be my boyfriend."
Chapter Six
It was entirely her fault.
Beca should have known to check the caller ID on her phone before picking it up, but she was in the middle of discussing with Sid the sound engineer, about how flat that baseline was and no, she was not happy about it while simultaneously trying to sign off these bunch of paperwork before her flight to London. Her phone had rung shrilly and Beca had picked up the call without looking. If she had, she would have time to steel herself against the transatlantic shriek that came through her earpiece.
"Beca? Becaaaaaa! Oh my god, Beca!"
"Jesus Christ, Chloe!" Beca swore. "My ears!"
She immediately pulled the phone away from her ear and even at a distance, Beca could still hear Chloe babbling on excitedly. Beca waited until the redhead, thousands of miles away, simmered down before bringing the phone back to her ear.
"- a whole week and I can't wait!" Chloe was breathlessly saying. "We're going to have so much fun."
Beca signed the last of the documents and waved Sid away before settling in her chair to talk to Chloe. " Chlo, calm down," she said. "I'm trying to run an empire here. I missed half of the things you said."
"Oh. I was just saying I can't wait to see you," Chloe replied. "Finally I'm going to see my best friend. God, I miss you soooo much. London sucks without you."
"Who asked you to marry an Englishman?" Beca countered back, laughing. "You could have married a nice solid American guy named Chad or Ted or Brad and we'll be knocking back shots for your hen night downtown. But nooooo, you have to hook up with Lord Thomas Pilsworth-Smythe of Sussex. Is that even a place?"
There was a momentary silence before Chloe wailed down the line. "But I thought you like Tom."
"Yeah, Tom's great." Beca agreed. She was not lying. The staid Englishman was the exact opposite of Chloe and would be good for the flighty redhead. Whether he knew what he was getting into marrying Chloe Beale was another story. "But seriously Chlo? We have to drag our sorry asses to UK for your wedding."
"I'm sorry you guys have to come all the way here," Chloe said, contrite now. "We have to get married at the church on his family estate. His father did that. And his father's father. And his father's father father -"
"Yeah, Chloe. We know."
"You're still coming, right? You haven't cancelled your flights, have you?" Chloe said, sounding almost tearful. "If you can't make it, I'll tell Tom we'll have to move the dates. Just say the word and I'll change it. I can't get married without my maid-of -honour. And Aubrey and Stacey are my bridesmaids -"
"Chlo -" Beca said. "Can you calm the fuck down? I'll be there, OK? We will all be there. I am literally going to the airport in the next ten minutes. The plane's chartered. Our bags are packed. Stacie even broke up with her latest man just in case she hook up with someone from the wedding party. We can't miss your wedding, you crazy bitch."
Chloe seemed to simmer down a little at that and shifted down a gear.
"Did you get the schedule?" Chloe asked. "There's like ten thousand things happening. I didn't know weddings here are so complicated. We're going to have the hen night, the stag do, rehearsal dinner, there's that bit at the park. I'm going to squeeze a few spa days for us -"
Beca zoned out, letting Chloe talked. She had a quick look at the stuff Chloe sent but had been too busy to look at it properly. Beca usually leave these kind of things to Aubrey or Stacie. They will tell her what to wear and where to turn up. She usually just rock up to the party.
" - I'm so happy you're bringing your new man. Stacie said he's really hot.." Chloe was saying now. "Babe, for a while, I seriously think you wouldn't come. Because that douchebag Luke is going to be there. I am so sorry, babe. He's like Tom's oldest friend or something. They went to the same school since nursery -"
"Excuse me, what?" Beca interrupted, snapped out of her zone. "What did you say?"
"Ermm...you know Luke is going, right?" Chloe spoke up, a little nervously.
"No, no. I know that," Beca said, frowning. If only her cheating ex-fiancé was not going, it would've been heaps better. But he was the best man; something which was decided way before Beca found him balls deep inside her PA on Beca's work desk no less. Beca took a deep breath. "What did Stacie told you?'
"You've got a new maaaaan!" Chloe squealed, nearly deafening Beca again. "And not just any guy - you're bringing him to my wedding! He must be something special, huh?"
"Ermm..." It was Beca's turn to be nervous. "Yeah. He's...he's special alright."
"Shit! That's why I rang. I want to know more! I cannot believe you didn't tell me you're seeing someone, Beca Mitchell. You didn't tell your own best friend. I need to know. Tell me moooaaaarrrr. "
"Ummm...You've been busy with the wedding," Beca said, trying to deflect the interrogation she knew was coming. "Really, there's nothing much to tell."
"What's his name? Stacie didn't say."
"Umm...Clark?"
"Clark what? I need his full name for all the wedding stuff."
"Ermm.. Kent?"
"Clark Kent?" Chloe said in surprise. "His name is Clark Kent?"
Beca silently cursed herself.
"Pftt Chlo! Of course not," Beca swiftly answered, laughing a little uneasily."That was clearly a joke! His name is not Clark Kent. Obviously."
"Ok, how did you two met?" came the quick interrogation.
"At a party." Beca decided that was a pretty safe option. People meet at parties. That sounded plausible. "He played some stupid song on the piano to impress me."
Yeah. That had been pretty cute.
"He plays music? Oh man! That's like your kryptonite," Chloe squealed. "Aww. This is all so sweet! What 's his favourite football team? What does he do for a living?"
"Umm..."
"How many brothers and sisters does he have? How many ex-girlfriends? Have you google them? Have you google him? What's his Facebook? Let me go look."
"No, please don't do that."
"Have you met his parents? Have he met your parents?"
"Whoa..whoa Chloe!" Beca said in a panic. "We're nowhere there yet."
"Oh you taking it slow. Ok, Good job," Chloe said, approvingly.. "But he's good in bed, right? Remember in college how you swore nothing less than eight inches? So.. Aren't you going to tell me how he measured up?"
"Hey..umm...Chlo," Beca spoke up. "You must have a million bridey stuff to do -"
" - not really -"
"Aubrey's trying to get me on the landline," Beca lied through her teeth. "I'm just going to see what Aubrey wants. You know how she gets -"
" - wait. About Clark -"
"I'll text you his name and...his other stuff, ok?" Beca hurriedly said, ready to drop the call. "I'll see you soon, ok? Ok. Bye. Byeeee."
The last thing she heard was a confused sort of babble of Chloe before she cut the line. Beca dropped her phone on the table and slumped back on her seat, groaning. It all seemed like a good plan. The way the girls talked about it, it sounded like a good, foolproof plan. But Beca knew it. It was wrong. Chloe will figure out the whole fake boyfriend thing two seconds after she set her eyes on them. They would get found out. Luke would know. She would be the laughing stock of the whole wedding.
And fuck, what if someone leak it all to the press?
Jesse had to pinch himself just to make sure he was not dreaming.
That offer of an all-expense paid trip to London had been quite a surprise. He had a really good time that night. He was sure she did too. They had talked, she was way more relaxed and Jesse felt he was getting to know her better. So at most he could hope for was for her to ask for him again. But instead she had stood at the hallway, nervously asking him to go to London as her 'boyfriend'. Ok, the last bit was a little weird but he could roll with that. He couldn't think of anything better than to go to London and be the 'boyfriend' of a super hot, super talented star, fake or otherwise.
Still, the request was nothing short of a miracle and a small part of him thought it was perhaps too good to be true. Jesse was half expecting for the job not to come through. However, Bumper had called him the very next day to confirm the booking, calling him a fucking lucky bastard. The dates were agreed, he took time off work, sorted Sammy and his mom's care for the week he would be away and got ready for the job. The job specs came including a very generous allowance for luggage, clothes and anything else he needed. A luxurious black BMW had also appearwd at the Treble House to take him to the airport. That was a vey nice surprise but not as nice as what was waiting for him at the tarmac.
A private plane? He was flying to London in a private plane?
Jesse just about got his cool together when the chauffeur held the door open and he stepped on the tarmac. There were two women, waiting for him. One was blonde, looking very well together bordering on the severe while the tall brunette had a somewhat flirtatious smirk on her face.
"Mr...Clark?" the blonde one spoke up. Jesse could see her green eyes flicking up and down, giving him the once-over and he couldn't help feeling he was being assessed. She seemed to decide that oh well, he would have to do because the corner of her lips curled up reluctantly. "I'm Aubrey Posen. And this is Stacie Conrad."
That flirty smirk on Stacie's face went up a notch as Jesse nodded her way.
"I trust your journey was ok?" Aubrey asked. She didn't wait for an answer. "If you hand over your passport -."
"Sure." Jesse took out his passport from his inner jacket, handing it over. "Just tell me where to go to clear customs."
The look from the blonde was withering.
"You're flying private, Mr. Clarke," she replied. "Stacie will get customs cleared for you."
"Oh. Ok."
Jesse made a mental note of that. He had to play the part of boyfriend to the star after all and he should act like he was used to this jet set lifestyle. There was a frosty silence from the blonde as Jesse handed his passport over to Stacie who surreptitiously winked at him. By the time, Jesse turned his attention back to blonde, she was already marching towards the waiting plane and waited at the bottom of the stairs. Aubrey was busy checking off notes on the iPad she had in her hands but she looked up when Jesse drew alongside
"Just before you go in, I have to tell you we have a small problem," she said, once again scrutinising him closely. "This is a very delicate situation we have here and we are a little nervous. She is a little nervous."
"I can understand that." Jesse nodded, glancing up the stairs towards the doorway.
"This whole plan is still under review, Mr. Clark. I am not entirely convinced we can pull this off," Aubrey said plainly. "If, for any reason, any reason at all, that I think you are going to jeopardise her or hurt her or ruin her reputation, I am pulling you out. You'll be on the first plane home. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal."
"And if anything leaked out, if there was even a whisper of a scandal, we sue the hell out of the Treble House. I will have Bumper Allen's ass on a silver plate and and I will personally ruin you. Do you understand?"
"The NDA is pretty clear on that, Ms. Posen. I'm aware of the need for discretion," Jesse replied evenly. "Please let me do my job."
Aubrey stared him down again and Jesse returned the look, unfazed. Stifling a worried sigh down, she looked up at the plane and jerked her head towards the door.
"She's waiting for you."
The interior was just as luxurious as he imagined.
Jesse said thank you to the flight attendant who brought him through and turned his attention to the one other occupant in the cabin. She was sitting on one of the leather seats, in skinny black jeans and a large beige sweater which threatened to envelope her. She was hugging her legs against her chest, her converse-clad feet on the edge of her seat and sitting like that, she looked really tiny. Jesse couldn't quite make out her mood because she was staring out of the window, huge sunglasses on her face.
Should he say hi? Should he cough so she knew he was there?
Jesse was thinking about all that when the attendant came back and primly told him to take a seat. A few awkward moments later where he had to be told where to sit and buckle up or the plane will not be able to take off, Jesse kept his eyes straight forward. He didn't dare to say anything to her to her now, slightly embarrassed with all the fuss. She didn't even look his way. Just when they were finally airborne and he thought they will spend the entire plane ride in silence, Jesse heard what sounded like a relieved sigh and the sound of the seat buckle being undone.
"Hey."
He turned towards the soft hey to find her taking off her sunglasses and smiling a little nervously at him.
"Hi," Jesse replied softly, smiling back. "You ok there?"
She shrugged her tiny shoulders and took a swig of champagne in front of her. "Just a little nervous about flying."
"Understood," he said. "Anything I can help with?"
She shook her head and gestured towards her headphones.
"Once I listen to some music and knock out, I'll be fine," she said. "But I don't think I'll get any sleep on this flight. We have something to discuss."
"Ok."
The flight attendant came back to check whether they wanted anything and Jesse waited until they were alone to speak up.
"Anything on your mind?"
She was chugging the champagne down and now restlessly tapping her fingers against the empty flute. Something was rattling her and Jesse patiently waited for her to speak up.
"I don't know whether you've read the brief," she begun. "Aubrey said she gave the Treble House a pretty comprehensive one. We are going to London for Chloe's wedding."
"I got that."
"Well, that redhead decided to get married to Tom, who is amazing by the way, in deepest, darkest England. Everyone will be together for a week. There's going to be a number of mutual friends, amongst them, Luke. We'll come to him later " Beca said. "The thing is I've been friends with Chlo since we were twelve so there's very little that she wouldn't know about me. And I just realised maybe this -" she gestured at the space between the two of them. "- may not going to work. I mean I don't even know your surname! She asked and I froze. It's not Clark Kent, is it? So how are we going to convince everyone that we are a thing when I don't even know your name? Especially that bastard, Luke -"
"Whoaaaa." Jesse interrupted. She was getting mildly hysterical and her arms were about to flail everywhere. She could take someone's eye out. Jesse gently placed his hand on her arm. "Calm down a sec."
"You don't understand? I can't afford for Luke to clue up on this -"
"Lane, it's fine. It's going to be fine," Jesse said gently. "I've given this some thought."
That stopped her.
"You..you have?" she said, huge blue eyes staring at him.
"Yes," Jesse smiled, sitting back in his seat. "We can come up with a story together. Ask me anything."
"Anything? I can ask you anything?" At his nod, her mouth twisted a little sceptically. "What's your full name?"
"You can use Clark, if you want to. But I was thinking I should use my real name for this," he said. "Just because it's going to be a week and there's less chance for a slip up."
The look on her face was priceless. "Clark's not your real name?"
"Nope. I like to keep my Treble work and real life separate. It's easier," he replied. "I'm Jesse. Jesse Swanson."
She was still staring at him with that aghast expression on her face. She seemed to realise her mouth must be hanging open because she quickly shut it and then blinked owlishly at him.
"Ok." she breathed out. "Ok then." And then she held out her hand for a handshake. "Pleased to meet you, Jesse Swanson. My name's Beca. Beca Mitchell."
"Aubrey, can you sit back and relax?" Staice peered over the rim of her wine glass at the uptight blonde sitting at the edge of her seat. "It's going to be a long flight. You need to chill out a little."
Aubrey glanced over at Stacie who was already stretching out in her seat. She sometimes envied the way the brunette could take things at her stride and not obsessively worry about everything.
"I can't chill out," Aubrey replied, jerking her head towards the inner cabin. "Not when we have a potential disaster in our hands. I thought he looked shifty. Don't you think he looked a little shifty?"
"Oh Aubrey," Stacie sighed. "You just didn't like it that he was not fazed with you and all your threats of bodily harm. Don't worry. He'll be fine. We talked about this, remember? Beca and Jesse just need to get to know each other better."
Aubrey's head jerked back towards Stacie.
"Jesse? His real name is Jesse?" the blonde said. "I thought it's Clark."
"No ma'am. I checked out his passport just now and it is definitely Jesse. Jesse Swanson."
The new information did not make the blonde felt any better. Aubrey gazed back at the doorway. Beca had called her on her way to the airport freaking out about her earlier call to Chloe. It was a little late to cancel all the arrangements so between the three of them, they had decided it was best for Beca to talk to her new fake boyfriend alone.
"I don't know what they are doing back there," Aubrey groused, finally picking up the glass of wine and taking a gulp. "But they better get the shit together before Chloe Beale's wedding."
"So..I told Chloe we met at a party," Beca said.
"Sure. That sounds good."
"What do you do for a living?"
Jesse's grin got a fraction wider.
"Can't say the real one, so shall we go for therapist?" he suggested. "Or insurance agent?" He chuckled when he saw that scowl in her face. Beca had emphatically shook her head.
"Musician. Let's go with musician," she said. "I did tell Chloe you were playing the piano when we met at the party."
"Ok. They will probably ask whether they've heard any of my songs, I'll just say I do the bar circuit and leave it at that," Jesse replied. "Wait. Won't they think I'm trying to take advantage of you? You know, with all your industry connections and all that."
"Shit. You're right. The girls can be a bit of a pain about that," Beca scowled. "No. It'll be alright. They can gossip all they want. Which they will anyway"
"Ok, struggling musician it is!"
"Any siblings? Parents?"
Jesse had thought about it and as much as he wanted to keep this job out of his personal life, he knew what was at stake if he were to slip up.
"One younger brother. Mom," he said. "My dad passed away some years back."
"Oh."
"Got a degree at NYU but I didn't complete my masters. Circumstances and all that."
"Ok" Beca replied, committing the details to memory. "Umm...birthday?"
"29th August."
"Girlfriends?"
"Well, you, of course," he answered cheekily.
Beca didn't know exactly why that flush came to her cheeks.
"No, I meant past relationships," she spoke up quickly.
"Two long term. Couple of years. One whilst in college, one after," he said. "Then I got too busy with work and haven't find the right girl. Until I met you."
Beca rolled her eyes.
"Cut the cheesiness down a notch, will you?" she said, waving a hand at him. "You were doing fine until just now. Favourite food and drink? Wait. I know this one. Popcorn and juice pouches. Like for five year-olds Carpi-Sun juice pouches."
"Awwww you remembered!" Jesse said, his eyes looking remarkably like a puppy dog.
Yeah. He shouldn't do that, Beca thought. He looks so freaking cute doing that.
"I also remembered you have an unhealthy fascination with 80s films. The Breakfast Club being a firm favourite," Beca continued, ticking each point off with her fingers. "You play several instruments very well. So it's highly plausible you are a musician. And...ermm..Aqua di Parma must be your favourite cologne."
Jesse's forehead creased a little in surprise. "How did you figure out the last one?"
Beca cleared her throat, looking slightly embarrassed.
"Umm..you were wearing the same scent whenever I see you so it must be a favourite. I happened to find out what it was the other day. It smells nice."
She looked down and plucked at a loose thread in her sweater. Had it gone awkward? It felt like it had gone a little awkward.
"Anything you want to ask me?" she said hesitantly, eyes still on that annoying thread. "Since we are doing all this...get to know you thing."
"Let's see -" she heard Jesse saying. "You have two older brothers, one a lawyer, the other an academic. Parents are divorced. Since young, you've always wanted to produce music. Turned down a scholarship at Columbia so you could move to LA and pay your dues. It worked because you had chart topping hits before you were nineteen."
She must have looked stunned because he was chuckling at her.
"You're a cat person. Your cat is best friend with Taylor Swift's cats, Olivia and Meredith," Jesse continued. "Although saying that, you're not part of any of the Hollywood squads. Nor are you into the Hollywood lifestyle, which is why you moved out of LA. Your close friends are those you knew from way back. And you love Coke Zero and Kraft macaroni cheese."
"How...what?" Beca stuttered.
Jesse shrugged. "Google's my best friend."
Beca narrowed her eyes at him.
"Well, you've certainly done your homework," she reluctantly conceded. "Just don't believe everything on the Internet. Tiddles is best friend with Kitty Purry."
"That's what Google says about you" Jesse smiled. "But I think there's more to you than that."
"Oh, you think you know me?" Beca challenged, crossing her arms across her chest.
"No. Not saying that," Jesse replied, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Google's pretty great about the general stuff; you know, things you or your PR team Want the world to know. There are things about you that are not so obvious. Like how much you love your friends."
"Everyone love their friends," Beca said, breaking eye contact and looking away.
"Mostly. Not as much as you though," Jesse replied, his eyes not leaving her face. He added gently. "The gossip magazines weren't very kind to you six months back."
He saw her stiffened up and Jesse wondered whether he had pushed too far. Beca glanced back at him, a flash of annoyance on her face.
"What are you getting at?" she said a little sharply.
Jesse didn't reply and Beca huffed out in irritation.
"Fine. You've done your homework so you should know. I broke off with my fiancé six months ago. He was lying, spineless weasel and a cheater. And as much as I never want to set my eyes on that snivelling bastard, he is also the best man at the wedding."
"Why are you doing this then?" Jesse asked. "Why are you going to the wedding? Isn't it easier not to?"
'Because Chloe's my best friend!" Beca replied. "This wedding isn't about me. Or Luke. Nor the shit between us. It's about Chloe. So I'm just going to suck it in, ok?"
"Ok."
"Ok." Beca said. She sat back into her seat and glanced around irritably. "Now what do I have to do to get something to eat around here?"
"How long have we've been together?"
Jesse was mid-chew when she popped that question in between bites of her dessert. She seemed to be less irritable after having something to eat and when the subject steered away from being so personal. He held up his hand asking for a moment while he swallowed. The chocolate tart was delicious plus he didn't want to choke.
"Two months?" he suggested. "The first time we met for real was about two months ago."
"No. That's not going to work,". Beca shook her head. "Too soon. Chloe's going to jump on me for rushing into things. It's pretty big that I'm already bringing you to the wedding."
"Ok, we've seen each other around for some time, like for six to eight months but we've just started dating two months. I was trying to build up the courage to ask you out."
"Really? Guys can take that long to ask a girl out?" Beca said in surprise. "Huh."
The flight attendant had just cleared away their tables when the pilot made an announcement. They were heading towards some turbulence and they were asked to put on their seat belts. Jesse was about to go back to his original seat and buckle down when he saw how pale Beca was and the way she was clutching at the arm rest. The plane was shaking now and her hand clutched harder.
"Hey, you ok?" Jesse spoke up.
Beca was putting on a brave face. "I'm fine."
"Do you want me to get Aubrey or Stacie?"
She shook her head and Jesse was about to leave it when the plane rattled again and a small gasp escaped from Beca's lips.
"I'm going to sit with you," Jesse decided. "But let me grab my laptop first, ok?"
He didn't wait for the mute nod from her and within seconds, he slid into the seat next to hers, buckled up and opened the laptop he had. He balanced it between them. It was not the most hi-spec laptop like her Mac. It looked a little battered and for goodness sake, still had a DVD player but that didn't seem to bother Jesse. He was humming happily under his breath.
"What's all this?" Beca asked, her curiosity making her forget about the turbulence.
"I thought we could watch a movie."
"Dude..." Beca replied, eyeing him suspiciously.
"While you were sleeping starring Sandra Bullock and Bill Pullman," Jesse said, ignoring her evil side eye.
"Bill Pullman from Independence Day Bill Pullman?"
"Oh. So you do watch movies," Jesse grinned up at her. "You're going to enjoy it. It's about this girl who doesn't have a family. She fell in love with this guy and saved his life at the train tracks. Everyone thought they were engaged but his brother was suspicious and ..."
He droned on and on, even though the movie had started. Beca half listened to him, her eyes on the screen. Who even have DVD player on their laptops anymore? He was just so weird. But Jesse's voice giving a commentary was rather comforting and once she got into the movie, Beca forgot all about her nervousness. She propped her elbow on the arm rest between them, resting her chin on her hand and before long, while Sandra Bullock and Bill Pullman were falling in love on the screen, Beca Mitchell's eyelids began to droop and she fell fast asleep.
"Aubrey Posen! Are you eavesdropping?"
On hearing Stacie's whisper yell behind her, Aubrey immediately straightened up from that awkward hunch she was in at the doorway. Stacie was right behind her, eyeballing her with disbelief.
"What are you doing?" Stacie said, still in that whisper yell. "We're to leave them alone."
"It's too quiet in there!" Aubrey whispered back. "What the hell are they doing?"
Stacie came nearer and put her ear to the door.
"Well, they are not having sex," she commented drily.
"Stacie!"
"Shh. Keep it down," Stacie said. "I think I heard something."
Aubrey was anxiously looking at Stacie's face as the brunette intently listened at the door. She was frowning, which was really unusual, and after a minute or two, Stacie place her hand on the door handle and slowly opened the door a crack. What she saw made her smile and Stacie gently closed the door.
"Well?" Aubrey said impatiently.
"They're sleeping. Don't wake them up," Stacie whispered back. At Aubrey's look of horror, Stacie quickly piped up. "No. Not like that. Fully clothed and in separate seats. Looks like they were watching a movie and fell asleep."
Aubrey opened the door marginally and took a peek.
"Don't they look cute?" Stacie cooed. "I think they will be great together."
"No, Stacie. Don't," Aubrey warned. "Don't you dare!?"
"Don't what?" Stacie said, pretending not to understand.
"I know that look," Aubrey answered, fixing her green eyes at the nonchalant brunette. "No, Stacie. He's a professional. We pay him to look pretty, to say the right things and to make that fucker Luke regret he ever left Beca. He is not boyfriend material."
"I thought he's really nice." Stacie shrugged. "And Beca needs someone nice in her life."
"No. Just no." Aubrey insisted. "We've planned everything down to a T. He's the arm candy. He makes Beca look good. In front of everyone, he's to be the perfect boyfriend . But other than that, it's a purely working relationship. Right down to separate bedrooms at the hotel."
"Umm...yeah. About that..."
AN : Hey, sorry for the long wait. It's summer hols and work was getting mad. I've been writing away but the chapters are all incomplete :( Thank you if you are still reading this fic or NY of my stories. The fandom's kinda dying a little here so I do appreciate all of you who had taken the time to read.
Shout out to EpcotGirl, yes! I love the Wedding Date and yep, this story is very much inspired by that. Also to BechloeorBloe , thanks for reading and for the review. All are welcomed and you are not the only Bechloe supporter who follows my stories. Thank you very much :)