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Subject: Unplanned love chapter 05 Nifty is a free site, but still requires funds to continue operating. Please provide a donation at This story is 100% fictional. Any resemblances to actual people (living or dead), organizations or companies, events are entirely coincidental. Comments are welcomed and would be very much appreciated. Asterisk (*) will be used for past events, dreams and thoughts. …… . …… Chapter 05 The restaurant Bianca chose for our meeting says a lot about her. Elegant and expensive. I open the menu and almost have a heart attack just by looking at the prices. I put it down when I see the woman, that will make my dreams come true, entering the restaurant. I wave at her, getting up. Bianca smiles broadly, coming to meet me. The white summer dress seems to float around her long legs, further highlighting her long ginger hair and green eyes. The expensive shoes barely make a sound as they touch the floor. “Forgive me for being late, Liam.” She greets me with a firm handshake. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” She puts her bag on the back of the chair before sitting down. “The pleasure is all mine, Bianca. Believe me.” The waiter reaches our table, excusing himself. After we order something to drink and he leaves, I start asking her the usual questions; her favourite colours, flowers… Etc. Bianca decides it’s a good idea to tell me about how her fiance asked for her hand: they were on her family’s private yacht, celebrating her father’s birthday, when her boyfriend popped the big question. Judging by the ring on her finger, whose diamond is the size of a door knob, the guy must idolise her. When the waiter brings our drinks, I take advantage of the moment to open my tablet bag, so I can start writing down and planning everything. But I look up as soon as Bianca’s thin, well-manicured hand touches my arm. “Do you mind waiting a little longer to get started?” she asks with an apologetic smile. “My fiance should be here any minute.” “Of course. I’m actually surprised he wants to participate.” I return the tablet back into the bag. “Most guys run away as soon as I start talking about the napkin colors.” I laugh. She also laughs. “While we wait, we can order something to eat.” I look at the menu and suggest one of the dishes with complicated names. She shakes her head, “I’d love to eat this one. But the base of this dish is wine and I’m forbidden to go near anything with alcohol in it, for the next eight months.” Delicately, she touches her flat belly. Ah. Now I understand why she wants to marry so fast. She’s pregnant! “What wonderful news, Bianca. Congratulations!” “It’s still a secret.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling slightly. “I don’t want the press to know about it yet. It’s been super difficult enough hiding my relationship all this time. That’s why I need to get married soon, Liam. Before the belly starts growing and the paparazzi start hounding me. Are you really going to be able to organise the wedding of my dreams with the time frame we have?” I take a sip of my juice before facing the big green eyes, assessing the best way to continue. Maxine threatened to fire me if I don’t get this contract. But lying and then failing to meet Bianca’s expectations will lead to the same result. I take a deep breath before giving her the truth. “I’ll be honest with you, with so little time to organize an event of this magnitude, it’s impossible to guarantee that everything will go as planned. Finding a venue to accommodate the party is going to be a challenge in itself. Most halls are booked up to a year in advance.” “I understand.” she murmurs, visibly disappointed. “I know it’s not what you expected to hear, and I’m sorry. But I can’t play with your expectations like this, Bianca. That’s not how I work.” “Well…” She licks her lips. “Thank you for being honest. Lying is something I abhor!” Her delicate face lit up. “I was thinking… If I had the space for the party, it would make things easier, wouldn’t it?” “Yes. I could start booking all the services, especially the flowers and catering, which are my biggest worries. If one of the two goes wrong, the whole party is compromised.” She deliberates for a moment longer, and then a smile tints her face. “Then I have the solution, Liam. It’s going to be perfect, because I wanted a Bali-inspired wedding. Indonesia is super important to us…” She explains to me that she and her fiance met in the fifth grade, but they only started dating after their high school graduation trip to Bali (which makes me speculate what kind of school takes graduation trips to Indonesia). “The last time we were on the island was totally magical! We return there after he graduated from university. We made love in the sea, and in the background you could Blog İçerik Tabanlı Sosyal Ağı Sitesi hear Michael Buble singing ‘Everything’….” “I think I understood why Bali is important to you.” I raise hands, laughing. I don’t need that much information. Bali. A carpet of flowers instead of velvet. Lots of white and green. Some oriental lanterns hanging from the ceiling, curtains of lights and diaphanous fabrics… My pulse races faster as I go through the possibilities, imagining everything her unlimited budget will allow me to come up with. It’ll be elegant. Unforgettable. And magical! “Using subtle details and some more striking ones in the right places,” I think out loud, “I think we can come up with something original and very tasteful.” “That’s exactly what I want! Goodness gracious! We’re in total harmony! It’s going to be the perfect wedding!” She claps her hands together. “I can sketch something later. But can you tell more about this place you have in mind.” “My family has a beach house in Rugen. I’d love to get married there.” I swallow a grumble. I prefer when she was telling me about her sex life. Getting married on the beach is the dream of four out of ten brides, and the nightmare of ten out of ten wedding planners. A lot can go wrong, starting with the weather. Too much sun, too much wind, – which means sand in your face, hair, lipstick, food and drinks – the possibility of rain or thunderstorms, humidity destroying hairstyles and turning ties into enchanted snakes, and some drunk best men always have the bad idea of getting into the water, almost drowning themselves. I also need to think about transportation. From Frankfurt to Rugen is a 8 to 10 hours trip by car if there’s no problems along the way. I can already feel the headache this will be. But that’s what I’m paid for, right? So that the contractor doesn’t have to worry about anything. That’s my job. “I’m going to need to assess the scene. The number of bathrooms and the kitchen space… If there’s a possibility of hosting an event of this size, why not?” “You’ll love it, Liam! We have a little cottage away from the house that’s just so cute.” She details as much as she can remember about the property and I mentally write down everything I think is important. She talks about the pool area, that she wants to cover and turn it into a dance floor. “Ah, I’m so happy. Marrying the love of my life.” She says excitingly, “do you have a girlfriend, Liam? Being an eye candy like yourself, I’m sure you’re not single.” I cough, a little surprised by the question, “Oh no. I’m gay.” “Ah, sorry. Do you have a boyfriend then?” I open my mouth to reply but my eyes spot Fred in one of his expensive suits entering the restaurant. Shit. It’s never easy to meet your ex. Usually the event is marked by discomfort, anxiety and meaningless conversation – on my part, at least. One usually has a time to digest the end of the relationship, go through all the stages of the breakup little by little. That’s why I can’t see Fred, I haven’t even started stage 1 yet: crying. Worse than that! What if he’s there to meet his fiancee? I don’t want to know who she is. I don’t want to put a face on the guilt that I’ve been carrying on my shoulders since the yesterday. At the same time, in a sick, punishing way, I need to know who she is. I can see him coming towards me. Damn, did he see me? I try to hide my face with the menu. “Hi, love.” I hear his voice behind the menu folder. How dare he? How dare he speak to me in that tone after what he’s done? I take a deep breath, uncovering my face, ready to tell him to go to hell. Only… Very confused, I watch my boyfriend… ex-boyfriend… leaning one of his hands on the back of the chair occupied by Bianca and giving one of his charming smiles. “Sorry I’m late. I got stuck in the studio.” “Five minutes can’t even be considered late, schnucki.” replies a smiling Bianca. Then, with my heart ringing loudly in my ears, I witness him bending down and kissing her. On the mouth. Oh, shit. “You didn’t tell me you’d bring a friend…” Fred looks away from Bianca and finally sees me. I see his skin turning pale. My expression isn’t much different.I just found out that Fred’s fiancee, the woman he has been dating since high school and is pregnant with his child, the one he proposed to after cheating on her for a whole year (with me. Argh!), is Bianca? They say that fate has a sick sense of humour, but they are wrong. It’s demonic! Fred is engaged to the girl who symbolises all my dreams and professional ambitions. From the way he’s sweating, eyes darting around looking for an escape route, he doesn’t seem willing to tell her that he likes men as well, and that for a whole year he’s being dating one. A part of me Sesli Kitap Dinle enjoys seeing him so scared. The other focuses on not throwing up on Bianca. “Fred, I want you to meet Liam.” Smiling half shyly, she makes the introductions, which makes it even worse, as Fred holds out his hand to me, as if he never saw me before in his life. As if we didn’t share a bed countless of time. As if he didn’t know every part of my body. I wish the ceiling of the restaurant would collapse. Preferably on top of my ex-boyfriend. It’s terrible to know that I’ve been betrayed like this, but it’s ten times worse to realize that I unwittingly deceived Bianca, my potential best client and guaranteed promotion. Fred seems nervous. Bianca notices it. But she takes it as him being jealous of her being there with another man. “Don’t be mad.” She strokes the sleeve of his jacket. “Liam is just our wedding planner, nothing more. Besides, he doesn’t like girls.” she wispers the last part in his ear. The anger that summers inside me suddenly fades, as if someone turned the knob and extinguished the flame as I realize that there’s something far worse than discovering that my ex-boyfriend’s fiancee is the bride of my dreams. I’m there to plan and organise his wedding! No, no, no, no, no. No way. NO! I can take a lot. I’m used to the small daily humiliations – most of them caused by Maxine, – but everything has a limit. Mine is to take care of Fred’s wedding. “No! No way!” Fred falls into the chair between Bianca and me. “Frederick!” Bianca is startled by his vehemence. “Are you okay?” “We don’t need an agency or a host,” he replies, loosening the knot of his tie. “We can handle everything ourselves.” “Have you gone mad?” Bianca thinks it’s funny. “We could never handle a wedding like this. Not even half of it, schnucki.” Ah. They call eachother ridiculous little pet names. I would laugh if I haven’t been so preoccupied with the rumbling in my stomach. Fred seems to suffer from the same affliction. “You can’t hire an event planner without consulting me, Bianca,” He argues, moving his hands restlessly. It ends up hitting my juice, and nearly drenches her dress. “You said I could do everything my way.” A little upset, she hurries to press her napkin into the puddle. “And I want Liam. He was the one who organised Heidi’s wedding, remember? Oh, wait. You were traveling…” It gets worse and worse. Fred knows that Bianca and I were at the same party. I remember him asking about the wedding – something he rarely did – speculating on who had been there, if I’d managed to get new contacts. At the time, I imagined he was just being cute, worrying about my career, but the bastard just wanted to make sure I hadn’t bumped into his girlfriend. I glare at the asshole so angrily that it’s a miracle he doesn’t start melting down right in front of me. “Liam is the best in the city. More than one person has recommended him to me.” “But… but…” he rubs his mouth, his attention on the guy at the bar who’s shaking a cocktail shaker. And something about that scene must have presented him with a solution, for his face gets its colour back. “What about your friend, Frida? She said she wanted to organise the wedding! How are you going to deny her that?” “Frida wants to take care of everything?” Bianca laughs a little. “But she can barely organise her own life.” Avoiding my gaze, Fred takes his phone from his jacket pocket. “I think you should talk to her before closing anything with this guy,” he says, pressing the screen a few times before holding it to his ear. “We’d better sort this out immediately, before you sign something you’ll regret… Hi, Frida. Yeah, it’s fine. It’s about what you told me last week, about your desire to take care of the wedding. Yes, that’s exactly what you said. Bianca is thrilled with the idea. Why don’t you two discuss it?” Without giving her time to react, he shoves the phone into his fiancee’s hand. “Frederick!” she hisses, blushing violently. Excusing herself with a short smile, Bianca gets up to talk to her friend. Fred doesn’t wait until she’s two steps away before bending and whispering, “For God’s sake, Liam, did you have to come after my fiancee?” “And how was I supposed to know of the existence of a fiancee if until last night I thought I was dating a single gay man?” At least Fred had the decency to look embarrassed. “I don’t want you two together.” he emphasizes. “Really, you’ve thoroughly enjoyed having the two of us in your bed for a whole year.” Not that I’m thinking of going through with it. Under no circumstances I’m ever going to organize my ex’s wedding. I just don’t like anyone telling me what to do. Especially Fred. Rubbing his forehead, he looks at Bianca, who is pacing back and forth in front of Exxen the wide entrance to the restrooms. “We don’t have time for this now. Let’s talk later, just the two of us, in a private place far away from Bianca. What I want now is…” “Nothing, Fred,” I cut him off. “You don’t want anything. You’ve lost the right to want anything from me. In fact, you never had that right.” “I knew it.” He presses his lips together tightly, slamming his hand on the table. “You came to tell Bianca about me.” I glare at him. “I came to meet a client. I didn’t know she was your fiancee until I saw you come in. But, yeah, I intend to tell her about your sexuality and that you and I dated, since you’re too much of a coward to tell her yourself.” It’s the only right thing to do. Bianca is about to embark on a relationship without knowing every facet of her soon to be husband. I just have no idea how I’m going to look her in the eye and tell her everything. But I have to be honest. I can already kiss Fontaine goodbye, because Maxine is as compassionate as a demon. I won’t only lose my job, but also my health insurance benefits, something I’m dependent on more than air these days. *Unless I ignore Fred’s existence and do my job,* a little voice whispers in my head. *No. I can’t do this to Bianca.* I can’t do this to myself. But can I do this to my mother? She needs me more than ever, and am I going to fail with her just because Fred? He reaches out his arm to touch me. I pull back so abruptly that I nearly tip the chair backwards. He wraps his fingers around the juice-soiled napkin, turning it into a ball. “Please, Liam, don’t do this,” he pleads desperately. “She’s pregnant. And she’s fragile, the truth will break her. I don’t want her to suffer. She doesn’t deserve it.” What about me? Do I deserve it? That’s what’s between the lines. I don’t know which is more painful: understanding that he doesn’t care about my feelings, or that he really cares about hers. I open my mouth to pour out the angry storm that puffes up in my chest, but Bianca returns right in that moment. “There. All settled,” she announces with a broad smile, sitting back in her chair. “You got it wrong, schnucki. Frida never mentioned that she wants to organise the wedding. She said she was going to get drunk at it.” Fred squeezes her hand, and I admire it half sideways the way he used to do to me whenever I asked if we could go out for dinner for a change. “Too bad.” He clicks his tongue. “Liam just informed me that he won’t be able to organise our wedding. We’ll have to look for another agency.” “Oh, no!” She wilts. I squirm in my chair. Who does this idiot think he is to decide anything for me? ‘You must really like this guy, if you’re going to let him ruin everything for you like that.’ Marcel’s voice comes to my mind. He’s right. What the hell am I doing? Giving that much power to this guy? After everything I’ve been through, the hardships I still have to face with each new dawn, am I just going to give it all up just because some guy broke my heart? Is Fred worth losing everything I have? My family, my job, my career, my life’s project? No. No. No. And NO! I watch Bianca and silently beg her to understand that I mean no harm. “I think… ” I swallow the lump clogging my throat and do my best to smile. “… I think you misunderstood me, Frederick. I want and will organise your wedding.” Bianca screams excited, attracting the attention of a few customers, but she doesn’t seem to notice it or really to care, too busy kissing her fiance. If she notices that Fred has turned into a wax statue, she doesn’t let on. “I’m going to have the most beautiful wedding in the world!” she exclaims, blushing. “The press is going to go crazy when they find out.” “No.” Fred cut her off, harshly. “This guy is not going to be in charge of our wedding.” “Why not?” she questions, analyzing him carefully. “Give me one good reason why Liam shouldn’t organize our wedding.” *Yeah, Fred. Tell her.* The vein in his sweaty temple pulses violently, clearly scrambling for an excuse. And he can’t find one. “I thought you might want to talk to other agencies,” he pleads finally, defeat dripping in his voice. “Have some options to make it all the way you dreamed it would be.” “Ah, Schnucki…” She melts a little, lacing her fingers into his. Fred squeezes them, keeping his eyes on the tabletop. “No need to worry. I already know what I want.” She turns to me, “Are we settled, Liam? Are you going to organize my wedding?” A small debate is happening inside my mind. There’s still time to give up. Bianca is giving me a unique chance. She reminds me that the press will know about her wedding. It will open so many doors for me. Is Fred an inconvenience? Yes, like an elephant playing with crystals on a tightrope. But between sparing my feelings and my career and family, I will choose to face the challenge. It’s a small price to pay. “Yes, Bianca.” I suck in a big gulp of air. “I’m going to be your wedding planner.” That’s it. I’m going to plan and organise my ex-boyfriend’s wedding.

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