Contest of Crowns by Freya Lyons

Freya's POV

"Gossip, Gossip. That's what you do here and that is why you can't get any man to marry you off and spend so much money just like this." I heard Madam Rosa cursing behind me and I shook, frightened by her act of dominance.

This wasn't new to me. She would always pick on me like I wasn't human enough. I just literally washed off some used plates and I decided to take some rest with my colleague but then she just had to show up.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." I bowed my head in respect and I heard her scoff.

"Get your head here and go serve the prestigious people out there." She announced, her eyes not leaving my body.

"Try nonsense and trust me, you are a goner." She warned,making me  in hard.

" Okay, Madam Rosa."

She was the head of caterer's or what do you call them_Catering coordinator. She just has to make my life miserable ever since I started but trust me, this isn't my line at all.

I have always dreamed of my own event organization. I want to be the main event planner for every wedding going on but 8t is what it is.

I have to go with whatever comes my way to get established in what I love.

I picked up the trays filled with expensive glass cups filled with cocktails.

Madam Rosa gave me a sneer. " You know you have never in your entire life had a taste of this and I will warn you that you take things seriously here." She threatened again and I nodded before rushing out before any other words.

The Columns Hotel's Grand ballroom was one of the prestigious hotels in Louisiana. It is praised for its exquisite decorations. Perhaps I also want to be honored in a place like this.

As I walked into the center of the huge hall, everywhere was suddenly quiet as I could hear little cheers from the crowd to the couple's.

"A passionate Kiss"

My eyes scanned the lavish ballroom, my trained smile faltering as I took in the familiar faces. My gaze locked onto the happy couple at the altar, and my world crumbled.

The wide smile on my face was suddenly covered with a down graded expression.

The trays filled with glass cups fell, sending splashes to whoever was beside me and scattering broken glasses.

I retreated backwards, my legs and hand trembling as tears started to trickle down my eyes.

"Are you dumb?" I heard the angry voices of the guests but do I even care right now?

No. This can't be.

My fiance, Bryan, stood beaming beside my best friend, Rachelle, happily. Their hands entwined, a radiant diamond gleaming on Rachelle's finger.

The same diamond ring that was given to me by Bryan on my engagement day. My eyes searched my hand and I realized he had bought two different rings.

I raised my voice to say something but words were stuck in my throat. They didn't even see me.

I felt like screaming, but only a strangled gasp escaped from my lips. I was suddenly out of breath and I felt heat all around my body. My hands were trembling in fear, hurt and betrayal.

I watched them....I watched them share a tender glance, their lips inches apart as the Minister's words faded into the background.

Not a single word was heard, I saw myself as the berserk woman here. Everyone was happily staring at the couple.

To think, Rachelle could do this to me. How many years? The bound we created before Bryan came into the picture.

It just shouldn't have been her. She shouldn't have done this. Not to me.