Chapter One

The wind picked up and a few locks of hair got in my face. Annoyed, I swept them away as I sighed. White ruffles and pink roses were not my thing.

At all.

Looking up, I narrowed my eyes at the Bride's magazine left on the stand. My eyes roamed all over the pictures. I wanted to see if it was worth it. I was kind of tired of looking at wedding dresses. For some annoyingly unknown reason, I couldn't find something that I could actually wear....

To the left of the said magazine, was the obnoxious Hello! I rolled my eyes. I always thought there are more interesting things in life than to read about some celebrities divorce or some British royal gossip. I mean, who reads that? Not me. I loved my life- Gossip-free.

Grabbing the Bride's magazine, I flipped through some pages since I was on the lookout for a wedding dress. Or at least I was supposed to. The wedding date came closer with each passing week and I hadn't found anything I liked.

In my defense, I wasn't the usual LA fashionista. I worked with my father in his construction company. I just graduated from Interior Design from UCLA. Even though we are, well...wealthy, it's not something that I like to brag about. Actually, I hate people that are always showing off their money by buying expensive things. I'm absolutely clueless when it comes to fashion brands, clothes and celebrities. It's just something that I'm not interested in.

One of the few things my mother taught me was to always be kind to everyone, no matter their social circle or their parent's income or where they're from.

I guess the last part is due to the fact that my dad's family is Mexican, and he had to work really hard to get where he is, being a Latino and all of that. My mother is British, so I'm a combination of them. I have tanned skin and dark brown straight hair like my dad and green eyes like my mother's.

"Hey sis!"

I turned to my right and there was Sonya. She was stunning as always. She loved her curvy body and she knew well how to flaunt it. Right now, she was wearing a black leather dress that looked simply like a second skin. It was that tight. She didn't look slutty, well, not much. Her long black hair was straightened and up to her shoulders. Her red Louis-Vuitton's shoes complemented her whole look.

Sonya and I had been best friends since childhood and now she is my step-sister. My father married her mother a year ago. It was a bit awkward at the beginning of their relationship. For me, at least. Anna was one of my mother's closest friends, so it was weird that they started dating a few months after my mother left us.

Not that I blame my dad or anything like that. I mean, I was hurting pretty bad from my mother's departure, I can't imagine how he felt. Anna was the best thing that happened to him. He seems pretty happy with her and just for that, I'm grateful at her and I treat her like a mother.

I mean, she acts more like a mother to me than mine...

That reminds me...

"I haven't sent my mother her invitation" I frowned as I rubbed my forehead.

"Are you fricking serious, Emily?! She's your mother!!" Sonya said as she flipped over the Hello! Magazine.

I glared at her. Sonya knew that my mother was a touchy subject. I hadn't talked to her since last Christmas, when Sam, my fiancé proposed to me. She had left the US almost three years ago and we rarely spoke over the phone.

To be honest, I was truly hurt when she left us without any explanation. All that she said was that she had a bird project or something and that she wasn't coming back. She's a biologist and even though she mostly worked at Berkley, she tried to get all her research projects near us, so she wouldn't have to leave.

Not then. That October afternoon, she came home from work and just packed her things. Before she left, she told me that I could come to the UK to visit whenever I felt like it. She didn't call or sent an e-mail asking me how I was doing for the next eight months after she left. It was really hard for me. We had been pretty close and I was completely distraught at her leaving.

As eight months passed, she called one day after my birthday. Had a lame excuse about the time difference or something like that. The first thing that she asked me was when I was going to visit her.

I haven't.

After everything that she put us through, I have despised everything related to that country ever since. I know, I was being childish, but it felt as if that country stole my mom. ANYTHING UK-related was on my black list.

Feeling my glare, Sonya glanced at me for a second; she shrugged and kept reading her magazine. I rolled my eyes and kept flipping mine.

"He's so handsome! I would totally do him!!" she said with her high pitched voice. I looked at who she was talking about and there was a photo of the prince of Great Britain with his girlfriend. I knew he was the prince because of the lame article's title, 'royal breakup'. Please.

As I said, I rarely paid attention to anything British.

He wasn't that handsome anyway. He seemed...British. I didn't even know his name. Well...that's not true. I did know that he was Scott Alexander the Second; Heir to the royal crown. I used to love reading about him or his handsome brother Mark. My mother would always tease me that we would make a really hot couple. I used to blush whenever she mentioned it.

I shook my head. As if that could happen...

That was three years ago. Now, I had forbid myself to read anything related to the UK. "It seems that he's single again" I said teasingly.

"I know! That Elaine is a total bitch, I'm glad they finally broke up." I glanced around completely embarrassed at the volume of her high pitch voice.

"We should totally visit your mom, Emi!" She even jumped excitedly.

Snorting, I closed my magazine, "not in a million years, Sonya." She rolled her eyes.

"So, are you ready?" I asked excited as I rubbed my hands together. We were going to go meet a designer for my wedding dress. Since I couldn't find anything that I liked on my own, my dad decided to hire this Italian guy, who was supposedly a huge man in the fashion industry, to make me my dream dress. I obviously had no idea who he was, but when Sonya heard his name, she couldn't believe her luck. Those were her exact words.

I was more artsy than anything. I loved photography, drawing and cooking.

Weird combination, right?

My grandmother taught me to love food. I loved cooking the same way that I loved eating it. I was blessed, though. I could always eat like a guy and not gain a pound. It came from my mother's side, I guess. She was petite. I had inherited being skinny but I still had that kind of Latin's girl body. I wasn't anywhere near Sonya, though. I was average, with some small curves.

Looking at me apologetically, Sonya shook her head nervously, "I-I can't go today, Emi...I have this thing to do..." she started to straighten her dress looking everywhere but me, "and I can't cancel it."

"Sonya! We have to meet this," I gestured with my hands, "Italian dude!"

"You knew that this was today. And it's important for me" I said, trying to make her feel guilty.

Sonya glanced at me for a second before she shook her head, "I'm sorry. I can't." She paid for the magazine and she rolled it between her hands. "I have to go now, tell me how it was later, ok? I'll take you out for dinner tonight to apologize."

Scowling, I rolled my eyes. "I can't. Sam's picking me up and we're going to some kind of party, or something."

"HUH," She huffed. What was that? I tilted my head to look at her.

Before I could recognize the emotion in her eyes, she turned away. "Well I have to go, okay? I'll see you later, then." She waved and walked towards the parking lot to get her car from the valet.

UGH. Typical Sonya.

I had been waiting for her for the last half-hour until she finished whatever she had to do at the SPA in front of me. She was my best friend but sometimes, like today, I asked myself how I put up with her. We were so different. She could sleep with any guy no matter what. If she liked something, she was sure to get it. She was also more outgoing than me and made sure to ALWAYS have a good time.

I was more shy and conservative than her. My only boyfriend has been Sam and we've been dating for the last two years.

Sam was a dentist on Beverly Hills- A good one. People would schedule appointments with him a month in advance. He was that good. I guess the fact that he's really handsome helped, and he sure knew how to treat a lady. I didn't mind, though. I knew we were together and if he flirted with someone else it meant nothing, he was simply trying to be funny and attractive, I guess.

We actually met because of Sonya. She set us up on a blind date. I remember distinctively that I kept complaining about the whole thing, but when I laid eyes on Sam's hotness, I shut my mouth and went on with it.

I was a goner the first time I laid my eyes on him. Besides Sam being handsome, he was pretty attractive. His broad shoulders and dark messy brown hair, together with his cocky glances were a complete turn-on.

He was the opposite of me. He was really open and had no problems treating a shy girl like myself like a princess. The last two years have been great. It still surprised me when he proposed to me. He was way out of my league...the fact that he wanted to marry ME still blows my mind.

I was truly thankful for Sonya's blind date. She, on the other hand, had never had a steady boyfriend. She was on and off with some random guy. Like today, I'm sure Sonya was going to see her mystery guy. They've been hooking up for the last two months and she still hadn't introduced me to him, I thought sourly. Not that she ever does, but sometimes we have double dates and they're fun. Even though her date is always a different guy.

Sighing, I reached for my IPhone and dialed my dad. I cancelled the whole thing since I wasn't in the mood anymore. I should tell Anna to come with me, I'm sure she would actually enjoy it, since she was the one who had set the whole thing up. She was a fashion industry icon; she and Sonya were always portrayed on magazines. Like all the time.

I wasn't like that. I was more laid back when it came to clothes. Like right now. Even though I was meeting with an Italian whatever I had on my dark skinny jeans and a ruffled teal top. My only accessories were my gold hoop earrings and my turquoise necklace. My shoes were white flats and white sweater. I had never had worn a leather dress and I never intended to.

Actually, I rarely wore dresses, I guess that's why choosing a wedding dress was turning out to be really hard for me.

Whatever.

I'll just go downtown and surf through the decorating stores. My dad's wedding present was an apartment with an amazing beach view over the hills. We got the keys last week, so I was overly excited to start decorating it. He knew that it was a dream come true for me, so he hadn't got any furniture at all.

I spent the next three hours walking around the shops buying different kind of things. I stopped at Bath & Beyond to buy a new pair of Egyptian cotton sheets, since we went out furniture shopping yesterday and we had already bought a bed and the dining table with the complementing chairs.

I chose the dark chocolate ones. I blushed when I remembered that yesterday; Sam whispered in my ear seductively, "I can't wait to christen our bed." It had taken me a while to be intimate with him; I actually wanted to wait until I was married. But on the night he proposed, things got a little heated up and we ended up sleeping together.

I shook my head smiling as I put the sheets on the cart when I remembered that I had made him a deal, that four months before the wedding we wouldn't do it anymore. I really wanted our wedding night to be special. Call me old fashioned, I don't care.

I was getting myself an amazing set of lingerie for that night. Sonya had helped me choose it from the Victoria's Secrets catalogue. My cheeks grew hotter just thinking about the sexy lace.

I checked my phone's clock to see if I had time to leave all my shopping bags at the apartment. I had two hours before my date with Sam.

I can make it, I thought. It wasn't like me to take more than thirty minutes to change and do my makeup, just for a simple friend's get together. So, I got in my black Audi and drove there.

As I approached the building, I noticed that Sam's car was parked on our parking spot. "That's weird," I thought aloud. I simply shrugged and walked to our door, greeting the doorman, who as he noticed me, had eyes as big as saucers. That's freaky.

Standing in the elevator, I thought about what Sam could be doing at our place. Maybe, he's planning a secret dinner for me and that's why the doorman was a bit shocked to see me this early...yeah...that's probably it.

As the elevator's door opened, I hesitated to keep going. I mean, I don't want to ruin my own surprise. But then the heavy load of my shopping bags made me reconsider about going in. Shrugging, I decided that I should probably just leave the things there without being heard.

I opened the door as cautiously as I could. Thank God the door was new and didn't make any sound at all. I tiptoed around the empty living room and searched for a place to leave my bags without being noticed.

The kitchen should do, I guess. With all the bags in the room, I frowned at how easy this had been. Either I really had ninja skills or Sam was completely distracted. I mean, seriously, where was he?

I tiptoed to our bedroom when I heard some noises...and froze when I realized what kind of noises they were. My heartbeat increased and a wave of shock came over me. I stood on the spot completely still. When I heard HIM moan, my heart broke into a million pieces.

But then I heard him moan, "Sonya."

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