And Then What

FYON'S POV

I am Fyon Scott. Age? No longer on the calendar. I work as a Movie Screenwriter and I fell in love with the most handsome and perfect man in the world - but that was six years ago.

"I am a single, hopeless romantic, and workaholic woman." At least that's what he said the reason why he left.

"Workaholic? You're not, and that's not the reason why you're still single my dear sister!" said Frigg, my little sister. "And you should learn to say your thoughts silently," she added with a smile on her face.

We are currently at The Weds, the wedding shop with her fiance Klaus.

They announced their engagement about a year ago and they needed me here for fitting since I am her maid of honor. Well, they met because of me and met again because of me.

As I watch them all giddy and snuggly, I can't help but remember the past, and the pain still overshadows my heart.

'Could it be? Is it possible that I am still stuck in the past? Do I still love him?'

While I was lost in my wonderland, Frigg snapped her fingers at me, and then I saw the face I'd never wanted to see.

The very last face I was hoping to see.

That tall, lean body with the most handsome face man sitting right across from me. 'Ainsley.' I thought.

"Sissy, I'm sorry for not telling you." Frigg mouthed and leaned forward to me, "Are you okay with this?" she whispered.

I nodded my head with a faint smile as a reply; sipping the lemonade, trying my very best to hide the bitterness.

I didn't dare to look him in the eyes the whole meet-up, because I didn't want him to see all of my pent-up frustration.

Okay, truth is, I didn't want him to see the pain that I've been hiding all these years, because even just his scent reminds me of how and why we ended up this way.

We finished the meeting around 5:30 in the afternoon; they invited me to have dinner with them - and him, of course.

'With Ainsley? Oh, God knows I never wanted to be near him.' A thought that keeps playing in my mind. So, I lied, "I'm sorry Frigg, I have lots of pending work to do. I got to go."

And before he could utter a word, my phone rang.

I put my phone to my ear and mouthed "I'm sorry." I waved my hand and walked away.

AINSLEY'S POV

People say that I was successful in every way; money, business, and family. What they didn't know - I've been longing for someone's love and attention.

As I was busy checking the blueprints on my table, my phone rang, it was Klaus Moore, my Architect.

"What's up?" I answered.

"Dude, I'm with Frigg here at The Weds, two blocks from our firm." I can hear faint voices in the background as he spoke.

He continued, "We're having a suit and dress fitting. My best man needs to be here for his suit." he said it all at once.