Dating My Boyfriend's Uncle

Looking at my reflection in the rearview mirror, I smoothed out the curls around my face. My phone vibrated on the car seat beside me, and I grinned, anticipating the identity of the caller,it was Reese, my best friend.

"Hey Reese!" Is our plan still happening later? I asked, leaning back in my seat.

"Definitely!" I need to get updated and I want to know all the specifics. "What is the task for today?" Reese had her usual bubbly tone, yet her curiosity was evident in her voice. She enjoyed being aware of the types of events I was involved in.

"A wedding." Seems like a major client. "I mentioned how Mr. Alvin was very specific about this particular one," I stated as I pulled into the venue's parking lot. The location was enormous, filled with tall columns and shiny windows, the kind of place that clearly demonstrated wealth.

"Hmm, that sounds quite sophisticated." Following this, you have earned yourself a beverage. I'll come pick you up later."

"Agreed," I nodded, smiling at the idea. Reese always knew how to help me cope with stressful days. "I'll phone you once I finish."

Just as I was about to speak further, a voice coming from behind me suddenly shocked me. "Chelsea!" - There is no time to talk. Mr. Alvin awaits."

I glanced upwards and saw Vivian, my colleague, eagerly motioning for me to come over. Standing by the entrance, she appeared frazzled as always, holding her tablet.

"I need to leave now," I hastily informed Reese. "Looking forward to seeing you this evening!"

Wishing you good luck! Before I ended the call, Reese made a chirping noise.

I hurried towards Vivian, who was already talking rapidly, after getting out of my car. "We are running late, and Mr. Alvin is in a bad temper." He's been continuously examining the plans. We must complete the table arrangement and ensure the dessert station is prepared. The visitors are expected to arrive very soon!

"I reassured her, attempting to calm her nerves despite my own starting to unravel." "We have this under control."

We quickly made our way through the large double doors and stepped into the impressive hall. I was amazed by the decorations, which were all gold and white, with big floral arrangements on each table, causing my eyes to widen. Everything was luxurious, yet another thing immediately grabbed my focus. A large banner adorned the front of the hall, shining letters displaying the names of the couple: Adams Hemsworth and Sandra Heathens.

I felt a sudden flutter in my chest. I stood still, gazing at the banner in disbelief. Adams Hemsworth?The same Adams Hemsworth that I know?

It was impossible. I felt my heart rate increase as I anxiously looked around the room for solutions. Could this have been a mistake of some sort?

Prior to me being able to comprehend anything else, Mr. Alvin advanced towards us, his face tense with anxiety. "Hey Chelsea! Great to see you've arrived. We're running out of time, but it's crucial for you and Vivian to concentrate on the finishing details. And please, remain alert for God's sake. This is not just an ordinary event, it is the wedding of Adams Hemsworth and Sandra Heathens.

I felt parched in my mouth. "Is Hemsworth Adams?" "Is he the groom?"

Mr. Alvin briefly looked in my direction while nodding, but his focus had already shifted elsewhere. "Indeed, they are currently at the church for the ceremony." Everything must be perfect before their return.

Adams' words hit me with the force of a truck. Getting hitched. To **Sandra Heathens, of all individuals-the dazzling actress I had only witnessed on television. And there I stood, in the center of the hallway meant to commemorate the occasion of their marriage.

All of a sudden, everything began to fall into place - Adams' unexpected work trip, his recent absentmindedness and emotional distance. I believed he was under work-related pressure. **He deceived me. He was tying the knot.

"Chelsea?" - "Is that Chelsea?" Mr. Alvin's abrupt manner brought me back to the present moment. "Are you okay?" It is imperative that we relocate.

I nodded without feeling, my body working automatically as I assisted Vivian with the final details. I struggled to understand everything, my thoughts moving quickly. How could I not have seen that coming?

Soon, I heard the noise of vehicles arriving outside. They had returned. As I faced the entrance, my stomach twisted in discomfort.

The large wooden doors swung open, revealing Adams and Sandra emerging from a stylish black vehicle. Sandra appeared stunning in her well-fitted gown, exuding the glamor of a well-known celebrity. Adams... God, he appeared unchanged as ever-handsome, assured, the man I had adored for ages.

I stood still, watching as they passed by me. My heart raced in my chest, hoping he would glance at me, notice me, and recognize the situation.

However, Adams ignored me completely and continued walking past, with his hand lightly touching Sandra's waist.

Not even a twitch from him. Did not rotate his head.

I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as they walked into the hall. What did I think would happen? Would he come to me and explain that everything was just a misunderstanding? I meant nothing to him at that moment.

"Chelsea, we have to bring out the appetizers," Vivian quietly uttered, giving me a slight push. "Let's go."

I nodded rigidly, grabbed the tray, and went inside behind her. The event was already bustling with activity, attendees conversing and laughing, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within me.

I was still struggling to stay composed, concentrating on my job as Vivian passed me another tray. "You must attend to the pair."

I felt a sinking feeling in my chest. "Are Adams and Sandra here?"

"Sure, it's your go," she replied, offering me a compassionate expression.

Trembling, I carried the tray to their table. Sandra leaned in close to Adams and whispered something that caused him to laugh. I felt my throat constricting as I got closer.

"Sorry," I whispered, my voice barely heard as I placed their beverages on the table.

Right when I was going to move back, I sensed a movement beneath me. Sandra's leg extended in front of me on purpose, causing me to trip and drop the tray before I could do anything. I tumbled to the ground with a noisy bang, the glasses shattering near me.

The music came to a halt. Conversations fell silent. Everyone was looking at me.

Lying on the ground, feeling embarrassed and defeated, I watched Sandra smirking from her chair.

"Goodness me, so clumsy," she exclaimed, her tone filled with feigned worry.

Adams remained silent. He didn't even make eye contact with me.

My eyes filled with tears as I quickly got up, feeling the heat of embarrassment on my face. At that point, it dawned on me that I held no significance to him.