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THIRD PERSON'S pov.
>>Swindle Twinkle Bridal Home<<
Ken drove into the parking lot, he carefully, yet hurriedly parked his car in an open space, then quickly alighted from his car and rushed into the building.
He bumped into a few people on his way, he'd muttered sorry and continue his journey, until he arrived at a room where different styles of wedding gowns are on display.
His eyes landed on a lady who's wearing a body tight red dress and was checking out herself in a mirror, he smiled broadly in satisfaction and walked towards her.
"You look so gorgeous in this dress, sweetie" he said as he hugged her from behind and kissed her exposed neck.
He stared at her face in the mirror and realized she wasn't looking happy at all, she quickly pushed him off her and turned to face him with a soul draining glare.
"You're late!" she stated.
Ken lifted his left hand and quickly glanced at his wristwatch, then released a sigh.
"I'm just a minute late, sweetie" he said and made to pull her into another hug, but she took a few steps back, creating a arm length space between them.
"It's just a minute, but the fact is you're late!" her eyebrows knitted as she narrowed her eyes. "Is it because of her?" she asked.
"Her?" he tilted his head slightly. "Who's her?"
She scoffed loudly, then stormed towards a couch and angrily slumped on.
"You're feigning ignorance, you're pretending as if you don't know who I'm talking about"
"Pamela, what the hell are you talking about?"
"The fuçk you don't know her, Steffany" she paused.
Pamela (Ken's fiancee) reached for her handbag and pulled out a few pictures, then slammed them on the small table in front of her.
"You came late because of her, right?"
He frowned as he stared at the scattered pictures on the table, he leaned down and picked one of them.
"You're keeping tabs on me?" he asked, sounding a little bit hurt, but Pamela didn't seem to care.
"Answer me!" she raised her eyebrows. "You're having an affair with her, you're cheating on me with her, right?"
Ken sighed and dropped the picture back on the table.
"Can..can we not talk about her, she has nothing to do with us..."
"She has everything to do with us" she interrupted him. "I heard you've been fooling around with her lately, tell me what enticed you in this homewrecker?"
"Come on, Pamela, you're being very mean with your words right now"
She sprang up and flipped her hair back.
"I'm being mean with my words?" she picked one of Steffany's pictures and waved it in front of Ken's eyes. "I'm being mean with my words because I called this husband snatcher a homewrecker?"
Ken's frown deepened immediately Pamela repeated those words, he snatched the picture from her and slammed it on the table.
"I'm not your husband yet,pamela" he corrected her. "And Steffany is just one of my many clients, I won't stay silent and watch you insult her!" he snapped at her.
Pamela paused and stumbled back slightly, her shoulders slumped down as tears brimmed up in her eyes.
"You yelled at me" she said quietly.
"Yes, because you were losing your mind and going too far" he paused and took a deep breath. "Since when did you started feeling so insecure?"
"Since you started fooling around with her!" she pointed at the pictures.
"Then you are just feeling insecure for nothing, Steffany doesn't have romantic feelings for me and she never will, she's just my client" he explained.
"Your client?" Ken nodded. "I thought your job is to help people with their divorce procedures, and from what I know she's single, how did she ended up being your client?"
"It's complicated and I can't tell you about it"
Pamela let out a dry laugh, then clapped her hands and nodded.
"It's complicated" she laughed loudly. "Just tell me she's your client in bed"
Ken raised his hand to slap, but quickly stopped himself and slapped himself instead.
"You're really being unreasonable right now..."
"I can't be reasonable when someone's trying to snatch my man!"
He stared at her silently, it's very obvious there's a lot running through his mind.
"Is this how you're gonna be suspecting I'm having affair with every female client of mine?"
"Yes, especially the ones who're being too close to"
His eyebrows furrowed instantly.
"Do you know what you're doing right now?" he paused. "You're making it seem as if I'm in a toxic relationship" he paused briefly. "Can't you give me a break to breathe?"
"I'll give you a break if you stop seeing her"
Ken took a deep breath and shook his head.
"I can't stop seeing her because we have business together, I guess we should be the ones to stop seeing each other instead and..."
"What do you mean? What are you trying to do?"
"I MEAN IT'S OVER BETWEEN US!" he shouted in her face which made her flinch back.
"W-what?!"
"There's no need for us being together, since you don't understand my job" that being said, he turned and stormed off.
Pamela stared at the direction he stormed off to, then released an angry and agonizing growl as she started pushing any and everything that's in her sight.
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STEFFANY'S pov.
>>S&J coffee and ice cream cafe<<
The taxi driver stopped right in front of my cafe, I alighted and paid him.
"Keep the change" I told him.
"Thank you, ma'am" he thanked me and drove off, then I rushed in without wasting time.
My cafe's already packed with customers, some were having hot tea, others were having coffees and cakes, and others are still placing orders -almost every table was occupied.
Wow, I guess God's compensating me for yesterday's low sales.
My staffs greeted me as I walked past any of them until I made it to the counter and Divya grabbed my arm.
"How did it go? Did he agree to sign it?" Divya asked me.
"Yeah, but under a condition" I answered.
"Condition? What condition?" Divya asked, sounding kinda anxious.
I scorned at her, then turned away from her and walked towards the coffee machine to get myself a cup of coffee, because I swear I really need it right now.
"Come on, come on, tell me, what's the condition?" she asked.
"Can you let me at least quench my thirst?"
"Oh"
She gestured towards the coffee machine and shut her mouth, then pulled out a stool and sat down. She impatiently tapped her fingers on the counter as I was making my coffee, with her eyes glued to my face.
"Stop staring at me like those creeps in bars"
She giggled.
"Then hurry up" she urged me.
I took a sip from my coffee and used my free hand to pull out another stool, then sat down.
"Come on" she urged me again.
"Well..." I dropped my coffee on the counter. ".. he said he'd consider signing the papers if I attend his concert tonight"
Divya's lips curved in an O, then she broke into a very wide grin and beat the counter softly.
"I knew it, I knew we're gonna attend his concert this time" she threw her hands in the air and inhaled deeply. "I can't believe my dream is coming true tonight, I'm feeling attending my idol's concert and I'm gonna be a VIP guest!" she exclaimed, drawing a few customers attention but I whispered sorry to them and they turned back to their businesses.
"Will you bring your voice down, you're disturbing my customers!" I snapped at her.
"Oh" she lowered her head. "We'll head to your house together, get ready there and go to the concert together"
"Why can't we get ready in your house?" I asked.
"Because yours is big and you're a fashion icon, I can get free trending outfits from your closet" she replied and grinned.
She's right about me being a fashion icon, I have every trending clothes, shoes or bags in my closet...what can I say, I love spending my money on myself.
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Seconds ticked into minutes, minutes ticked into hours and so the day went by in a blur, before we knew it, it's 6pm already.
"Time to close!!" Divya shouted.
"If you weren't a shareholder in my cafe, I wouldn't let you come here with this loudness of yours" I told her.
"Then I'm happy to be a shareholder" she winked at me and I shook my head.
I looked around, all my staffs have left and there's no customer coming in. I reached for my handbag and headed towards the door, with Divya jumping excitedly behind -she's a crazy fan of Justin's songs.
"Please promise me you won't turn my closet upsidedown" I begged her.
"I can't make any promises" she replied and laughed evilly.
I mentally facepalm myself as I could already imagine her rampaging through my closet, I could see all my clothes flying in different directions...I shuddered and gibbered quietly.
"Where's your driver?" she asked, referring to Ken.
"He's not my driver" I answered.
She rolled her eyes and mimicked me.
"And I think he should be with his fiancee by now"
"He's not here just when I need him to be a driver"
I couldn't help but laughed at her expression.
"You should blame your bad luck for that" I told her. "Let's hail a cab"
"Of course, that's the only way" she pipped in.
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Divya, I don't think wearing heavy makeup is necessary"
"Of course, it is" she replied.
"But..."
"Shut up" she cut me off. "We're doing this to catch your husband's attention, you wouldn't like it if he's staring at some other girl while you're also there"
I mentally rolled my eyes, as if he's not being fooling around with other girls.
"Just don't make it too heavy, I might sweat later" I told her.
"Sit still and shut up" she scolded me.
It's been almost two hours since we came back, and Divya has been trying different dresses on me until she found the one she like.
A knock sounded from the door, we both turned our heads towards it and saw Mrs Madison walking in with a small box.
"What's that?" I asked her.
"I don't know, but it has your name on it" she answered.
She dropped it on my dresser and opened it, there's a blue dress and a pair of matching shoe inside.
This must be the dress he asked me about this morning.
Divya quickly picked it up and we all gasped.
"You must wear this" she said.
"But I'm already wearing something else"
Divya gave me a 'you mean this?' look as her eyes trailed down my body.
What I'm wearing is not bad, it's a crop top and a blue boyfriend jean which is very convenient since we're going to concert. I don't understand why Justin would buy a dress and want me to attend his concert in it.
"You're wearing this!" Divya said with finality in her tone.
"Fine" I don't wanna argue. "But I'm not gonna wear those heels, I'm going with sneakers"
"Whatever!" she replied and giggled.
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Divya and I were like hundred feet away from the arena, ok, that's an exaggeration but we're pretty far from the arena and we could already hear screams of excitement.
Paparazzi and reporters are parading the place, I guess many of them are inside the arena too.
I quickly checked my phone to see if we came late, and indeed we're late but just by a few minutes.
"Let's hurry up!" Divya said impatiently, she grabbed my hand and increased her pace as we approached the arena.
Soon, we're already in and we've made ourselves comfortable in our seats at the VIP section. From the VIP section, I could see the whole place and it's totally jam-packed with fans.
Justin hasn't come out yet, but they're already screaming out their lungs, they must really love him and his music a lot.
Suddenly the volume of their screams increased by hundred folds, some of them also began blowing their whistles and even Divya that was sitting next to me, grabbed my arm very tightly and released a very loud scream.
"I can't believe I'm seeing him on stage!!" she shouted.
Her statement had my head turning towards the stage, and I swear I gulped at the jaw dropping sight that beheld me.
Justin's standing on stage, dressed in a designer black leather jacket, black leather pants and a hat with a pair of black boots. He's the perfect definition of a bad boy right now.
"Hello Los Angeles!" he said which increased the screams again.
How can they scream so loudly? Do they have elastic band in their throats?
"How y'all doin' tonight?!" he asked.
Series of 'fine' echoed all over the place as his fans went crazier than before, I winced but smiled because I understand this is their way of showing him their love and support.
He nodded and sent a kiss to everyone.
"Tonight, I'm gonna be singing every song in my first ever album"
His fans cheered him on.
"Let's get on with it" he said.
His fans shouted 'yeah' 'yay' and so on, then they finally calm down for Justin to sing.
♪♪cuz I don't care♪♪
♪♪You better hold on to it... ♪♪
My mind couldn't help but take me back to the old days, when Justinn just started his music career, he had only hundred fans or so. How he got over 700 million fans is like a dream.
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I was pulled out of my trance when I heard whistles and continuous cheers, then I looked back to the stage and saw Justin clapping with a very wide grin.
"Those songs are dedicated to someone very close to me" he said.
Does he know I'm here? If yes, did he know I'm sitting here? Can he see me? As if to answer my question, his eyes glanced my away but only for a split second that I thought it's just my imagination.
"I wanna tell you all a secret!" he said.
Everywhere was instantly silent, no more hooting and cheering as everyone was eager to hear his secret.
My fingers suddenly went cold, my heart started beating fast for no reason and I couldn't help but tap my feet on the ground -I guess I'm also eager to hear what he wanna say.
"I've been hearing news every day, the paparazzi and reporters told everyone I'm a playboy" he paused and laughed. "Well, that's not true, that's a big lie. Do I look like a playboy to you?" he asked the audience.
"Nooooo!!" Everyone shouted.
I winced as some group of girls behind us wouldn't stop screaming no, they were jumping and laughing loudly.
"Alright, the truth is..." he trailed off and waited for everyone to settle down again. "...I am just a normal guy, I'm also in love with someone, I'm madly in love with her and she's my soulmate..."
My stomach churned in excitement, I felt my cheeks flaming up as I blushed real hard and I quickly covered my cheeks with my hands.
".. she's the love of my life, we've been through thick and thin together..."
I couldn't help but think back to those old days, when Justin and I still lived in that abandoned house, when Justin and I were newly weds.
"... she's my wife. I have always been a married man!" he raised his left hand and flaunted his ring finger, showing everyone his wedding ring.
I was expecting his fans to be heartbroken, but these crazy girls did the opposite, started jumping excitedly and screaming happily.
I looked at him to continue his words, but he only glanced my way briefly and shook his head.
"But I'm not gonna say her name" he smiled and glanced my way again.
What? Wait, that's all? Is this the so-called important announcement he wanted to make? He's not gonna tell everyone who he's married to? Is he ashamed of being married to me?
"Let's go, Divya"
"Huh? It's not over yet, he just announced to everyone that he's married, aren't you moved?" she whispered.
"It's kinda stuffy in here, let's go somewhere I can get fresh air" I said and grabbed her hand, then pulled her with me.
"Where are we going then?" she shouted above the noise.
"A karaoke!" I replied