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Authors: Brooke Cumberland
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if that’s okay?” He smirks.
“ Yeah, absolutely! I can email him my resume or whatever,” I stumble, too excited to slow down. “Let me know what he says.” I smile back.
“ Will do. Well, I’m going to head out. I’ll let you know what he says.” He nods, and I thank him for his help. I can hardly believe it, but for a moment, it helps me forget the mass chaos that my life is in right now.
I sit back down and scroll through my iPad and groan over the hundreds of emails I have yet to go through. Most of it is spam, but the rest is Mrs. Leighton emailing me details of ‘my wedding’ and reminding me of appointments and fittings. I’m so over her taking charge that I decide to email her back—with a piece of my mind.
* * *
I drive back home with peace and happiness finally overwhelming me, instead of anxiety and stress. I’ve let Mrs. Leighton know exactly how I feel about her taking over my wedding and that from now on, I’ll be handling all the details. I expect a phone call or threatening email to come any time now.
I walk in with a ginormous smile on my face when my cell rings with Bentley’s name on it.
“ Hey, I’m just getting in—”
“ What the fuck did you do?” he growls, his voice deep and demanding.
I stop dead in my tracks when I hear his words.
“ Wait, what?” I throw my purse on the table, standing in the middle of the dining room. “You told me to stand up to your mother, that’s—”
“ This isn’t about my mother, Ceci.”
“ What the hell are you talking about then? What’s wrong?” I ask hurriedly.
I hear something slam against a wall through the phone, an object sitting in the hotel , I assume.
“ I just got a call from Angie. Apparently, you’ve been spotted hugging and flirting with a guy at the coffee house. Not only that, there are pictures to prove it, and not only that, they’re headlining them as ‘ Trouble in Paradise? Bentley Leighton’s fiancée moves on already.’”
I gasp as m y heart sinks at his words. I have no clue what he’s talking about.
“ H-How is that possible? I was literally just there.” I wave my hand in back of me although he can’t see me. I’d only been gone a few hours.
“ The Internet, Ceci. Someone recognized you, took your picture, and tweeted it.”
“ But...it’s not true!” I shout, defending myself. I shouldn’t have to, though. Bentley knows me better than that. “It was Jason. It was not some random guy or a hookup. And we weren’t flirting. I was there looking for jobs just like I told you I’d be.”
“ Well, you left out the meeting up with Jason part. However, now everyone thinks my fiancée has moved on since Hannah’s story. It’s exactly what they wanted.”
“ Exactly! They’re just spiraling the story out of control to make money. It’s not true.”
I hear him moving around as he speaks. “Well, even to me it looks true.” His voice is low, defeated.
I rush to his office and immediately get on his computer. I Google my name, the article popping up right away. I examine the pictures displayed online. There are a dozen of them. Me laughing. Jason laughing. Me gasping when he told me about his uncle’s job opening. Jason looking at me in pure lust. Us hugging. Shit, shit, shit. It was all innocent. But, of course, they could pull any story out of their asses without actually knowing what was really going on.
“ You’re a moron,” I spit out, chucking the mouse across the room.
“ Excuse me? I’m a moron?” His voice is higher now, obviously taken back by my response.
“ Yes.” I throw my hand up in frustration. “I wasn’t even doing anything. You of all people should know how the tabloids twist shit around and form fake stories.”
“ Ceci, I know that. It’s the fact that they have pictures . It’s hard to deny something that’s clearly obvious.”
My blood boils as I hear the accusation in his tone. “Obvious of what? That I was hanging out
“ Yeah, absolutely! I can email him my resume or whatever,” I stumble, too excited to slow down. “Let me know what he says.” I smile back.
“ Will do. Well, I’m going to head out. I’ll let you know what he says.” He nods, and I thank him for his help. I can hardly believe it, but for a moment, it helps me forget the mass chaos that my life is in right now.
I sit back down and scroll through my iPad and groan over the hundreds of emails I have yet to go through. Most of it is spam, but the rest is Mrs. Leighton emailing me details of ‘my wedding’ and reminding me of appointments and fittings. I’m so over her taking charge that I decide to email her back—with a piece of my mind.
* * *
I drive back home with peace and happiness finally overwhelming me, instead of anxiety and stress. I’ve let Mrs. Leighton know exactly how I feel about her taking over my wedding and that from now on, I’ll be handling all the details. I expect a phone call or threatening email to come any time now.
I walk in with a ginormous smile on my face when my cell rings with Bentley’s name on it.
“ Hey, I’m just getting in—”
“ What the fuck did you do?” he growls, his voice deep and demanding.
I stop dead in my tracks when I hear his words.
“ Wait, what?” I throw my purse on the table, standing in the middle of the dining room. “You told me to stand up to your mother, that’s—”
“ This isn’t about my mother, Ceci.”
“ What the hell are you talking about then? What’s wrong?” I ask hurriedly.
I hear something slam against a wall through the phone, an object sitting in the hotel , I assume.
“ I just got a call from Angie. Apparently, you’ve been spotted hugging and flirting with a guy at the coffee house. Not only that, there are pictures to prove it, and not only that, they’re headlining them as ‘ Trouble in Paradise? Bentley Leighton’s fiancée moves on already.’”
I gasp as m y heart sinks at his words. I have no clue what he’s talking about.
“ H-How is that possible? I was literally just there.” I wave my hand in back of me although he can’t see me. I’d only been gone a few hours.
“ The Internet, Ceci. Someone recognized you, took your picture, and tweeted it.”
“ But...it’s not true!” I shout, defending myself. I shouldn’t have to, though. Bentley knows me better than that. “It was Jason. It was not some random guy or a hookup. And we weren’t flirting. I was there looking for jobs just like I told you I’d be.”
“ Well, you left out the meeting up with Jason part. However, now everyone thinks my fiancée has moved on since Hannah’s story. It’s exactly what they wanted.”
“ Exactly! They’re just spiraling the story out of control to make money. It’s not true.”
I hear him moving around as he speaks. “Well, even to me it looks true.” His voice is low, defeated.
I rush to his office and immediately get on his computer. I Google my name, the article popping up right away. I examine the pictures displayed online. There are a dozen of them. Me laughing. Jason laughing. Me gasping when he told me about his uncle’s job opening. Jason looking at me in pure lust. Us hugging. Shit, shit, shit. It was all innocent. But, of course, they could pull any story out of their asses without actually knowing what was really going on.
“ You’re a moron,” I spit out, chucking the mouse across the room.
“ Excuse me? I’m a moron?” His voice is higher now, obviously taken back by my response.
“ Yes.” I throw my hand up in frustration. “I wasn’t even doing anything. You of all people should know how the tabloids twist shit around and form fake stories.”
“ Ceci, I know that. It’s the fact that they have pictures . It’s hard to deny something that’s clearly obvious.”
My blood boils as I hear the accusation in his tone. “Obvious of what? That I was hanging out
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