Married To The Casanova CEO by Frida writes

~Brittany's POV

My eyes were glued to the gigantic mirror in front of me as I stared at my reflection in a daze.

“My lady, could you please move your head a little to the left?”

“My lady?” The makeup artist called out again, pausing for a moment when I didn't bulge, and I glanced at her through the mirror.

“Leave.” I uttered instead.

My gaze was hostile towards her, but I cared less at the moment.

“My lady, we don't have much time........”

“Leave this instant, I want to be left alone.” I shut her up immediately, also referring to the workers she came along with.

I heard her sigh beside me. She bowed slightly to me before walking out of the room with her co-workers.

A tiring sigh escaped my lips as I heard the door close behind me. I glanced at myself again in the mirror and a lady looking down in the dumps was staring back at me.

She was dressed in an elegant white sleeveless wedding dress, her face beautified with makeup, but it didn't hide the pain.

Her face lacked emotions even if the makeup was perfectly made, but there were hints of pain in her eyes.

Staring back at the lady in the mirror, I was convinced that she wasn't happy about what today was.

Today being my wedding day gave me all the creeps and I couldn't help but to think of the reason I was not happy when I was supposed to be over the moon.

I heard a knock on the door and I spared a glance to see my mom coming in.

“Oh my goodness!” She shrieked as she halt for a while.

“Your hair is still undone?!” She added in horror.

“Why the hell did you send out the makeup artist when she wasn't finished?” She asked again and walked to where I was.

I didn't answer, and I wasn't ready to give an answer to that.

“Mom?” My voice came out softly as I called her attention.

“Am I really doing this?”

She heaved a low sigh and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Yes, you have to get married and today is the day, so braze up yourself.” She let out in another deep sigh and took her hand from my shoulder.

And that was it!

Tears gathered in my eyes that it made it hard to even see my reflection in the mirror.

It seemed like Mom noticed this because in the next second, she turned away from me.

“I will get the makeup artist back into the room. This time, don't send her out. We don't have much time left.” With this said, she walked out of the room, leaving me to my tortuous fate.

A drop of tears rolled down my left cheek, then another rolled down my right cheek, and I let the rest fall.

I wasn't concerned about the makeup in the first place, neither was I going to care now.

Maybe, if I cried, all the pain and anger that I felt within would reduce, if not vanish.

The door opened again and this time, it was the makeup artist and her colleagues.

“I'll like to continue from where I stopped, my lady.” She uttered and signalled the other girls to probably continue.

I didn't hinder any of them, instead I let them do their job. They probably had their job doubled by now because I could have ruined the makeup on my face with the tears.

Thank goodness none of them complained, else I would have as well lashed out on them this instant.

AT THE ALTAR*

“Do you, Ace Miller, take Brittany Anderson to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love and to cherish, till death do you part?” The priest read out the marital vow, and the hall became dead silence that if a pin were to fall, it would be heard.

“Yes.” He replied and I glanced at him.

He was staring directly at me with a smirk that was almost invisible. If not that I've known this man for long, then I would have also been ignorant.

I let out a small scoff.

Such guts! He still had the nerve to smirk to my face?

What the hell am I even putting myself into?

Would I really be happy if I got married to this butt face standing in front of me?

Well, that name wasn't entirely true, but he deserved it after everything he did to me in the past.

“Everything you thought happened between us were all just your imagination and being that you were a fool, you didn't realize that.” Those words resounded in my head, almost bringing me to tears, but I held it all in.

There were all still fresh in my head and even the scene, just as if it were yesterday, but unfortunately, it'd been years already.

I couldn't break down again, not in front of him or in a public like this.

I glanced at him again, and he was raising a brow at me.

I wish I could spit on his face right now and see a frown instead of the bright look on his damn face.

He brought his face closer to mine and I took my head back a little, but that didn't stop him.