Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 12

5 years ago

Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 12

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“Right this way Mr Parker.”

Henry looked back and spotting me, he
grabbed my hand and pulled me along. I
was surprised but I didn’t say anything.
We followed the lady all the way out to
the sheltered patio outside. All the while,
heads had turned to stare at us. I could
hear whispers and feel the excitement in
the air. The restaurant was becoming
buzzed but some were confused and
had no idea who this Henry Parker was,
making me giggle. Not so famous now,
hey?

“Here you go,” the lady said, waving her
hand to a table which was a bit further
from others. “A waitress will come out
and serve you in just a minute.”

“Lovely,” Henry said, staring directly into
my eyes, making me practically shake.
Talk about weird.

He took out my chair and motioned for
me to sit so I did. Great, now he was
acting like a gentleman. I stared at our
table which had a red coloured candle
burning. There were two mini vases
with red roses inside. Steve must’ve
requested it since other tables had no
roses. Silverware and plates were
already la!d out and suddenly, I couldn’t
wait to eat.

There was an awkward silence until a
young dark haired waitress came
forward to us eagerly. Too eagerly.

She descended upon us and smiling,
gave us our menus. Facing Henry she
said, “Hello, I’m Julia! Shall I wait here for
you to order or would you like -”

“Just wait here thanks.” Henry flashed
her a grin making her swoon.

As Henry passed me the second menu, I
looked up at Julia and smiled. “You don’t
really need to tell us your name when
you have a nametag, Julia.”

Julia flushed while I tried to contain my
laughter. I could see Henry smirking. The
thing was I had no idea why I did that.

Was it because she was annoying? Yes,
it must be. It had nothing to do with
jealousy right? No! It couldn’t be! While I
sat there panicking, I realised Henry had
already ordered and that young Julia
was irritably waiting for me.

“I’d like the Chimay marinated skirt steak
with salad.”

It sounded nice and I loved steak so why
not? Finally when Julia left, Henry turned
to me, looking sceptical. “You like steak?”
Offended, I replied, “Of course I do!”
“Don’t girls hate meat?”

What?! Where’d he get that idea from? I
had been living with him long enough
for him to know I eat meat! Then it hit
me. Henry was talking about his own
experiences with girls and most of them
probably were those Barbie dolls who
didn’t want to get fat. I snorted which
made Henry raise his eyebrow.

“You haven’t met a real girl.”
Henry rolled his eyes at me. “And you
classify yourself as a real girl?”
I nodded and fluttered my lashes,
making Henry laugh. Throughout dinner,
we talked about our families and
childhood. I was surprised we actually
had a nice conversation and how well it
flowed despite the constant stares from
other people nearby. He talked about his
mother a lot and it really showed he
loved her, which made me have a soft
spot for him … which then just resulted
in feeling completely stupid. I did not
want to feel a soft spot for him. Once we
finished eating, it was seven-forty.

“I think we should do it now,” Henry
murmured.

I looked around. There were no
paparazzi. “Aren’t we supposed to do it
when the paparazzi get here?”

Henry smirked. “I bet they’ll be here in a
few.”

I watched as he slowly got out of his
chair and walked towards me. Right at
that moment, I could hear chaos from
the front of the restaurant where the
paparazzi were trying to get inside.

Henry got down on one knee and I
gasped. So did everyone else, except my
gasp was fake. The paparazzi had
spotted us and were trying to get as
close as they could to snap better
pictures.

“Lainie Audrey Sofia Watson -”
What?! “How do you know my full
name?!” I hissed, horrified. I hated my
full name! It made my name sound way
more formal than it actually was.
Henry smirked. “I have my ways. Anyway,
from the very first day I met you I knew
you were different from anyone I’ve
ever known. The way you walked, talked,
dressed, how you’re really passionate
about architecture, the way you wrinkle
your nose and your face scrunches up
when you’re mad at me …”
For a jerk he was actually making a
decent speech. Not entirely romantic but
still, it made me smile.

“I knew from the very first day I’d never
like you,” Henry added, his voice very
low.

Ok, he was back to the king jerk of all
jerks now! Although I was smiling, I
tried to glare with my eyes. It must have
worked because Henry smirked at my
anger.

“Will you do me the honour of being my
fake pancake wife?”

I gave him a fake, big smile and
whispered in his ear, “Of course not!
Who would want to marry you anyway?”
I leaned back and Henry smirked.
“Everyone, my darling.”

Henry took my hand and slipped on the
engagement ring from the Tiffany box.
Woah, a Tiffany ring! I was wearing a
Tiffany ring! I had been raised my whole
life in a pretty run down home, so a
Tiffany ring was a pretty big thing for
me. The ring was simple and elegant,
just how I liked it – silver with diamonds.
I swear I could see rainbows shining off
the diamonds too.

Henry then pulled me up from my chair
and swept me into a hug. Everyone
inside and outside the restaurant
cheered. Some people were even crying!
Lord! Henry let go and called out to
everyone, “We’re getting married!”

The cheers and claps became louder,
nearly deafening and I could feel myself
feeling as if I was actually getting
married. I felt flustered and I could feel
my cheeks heating up. After being
congratulated by many people, Henry
and I headed out. The paparazzi
followed us to the car and shouted out
questions, which I blocked. Henry had
told me not to talk to paparazzi.

“Are you really getting married Henry?!”
No, this is all fake.

“Is this a prank?”
Why yes it is, but you’ll never know.
“Lainie, how does it feel to be engaged
to Henry Parker?!”

Oh it felt fantastic.

It was hard to ignore them since they
were literally pressed up against us and
shouting in our ears. Henry told them to
go away and once we got into the car,
he sighed.

“I hate them,” he muttered. The car
roared to life and Henry backed out of
the parking spot, making the paparazzi
around our car run. As we drove off, I
could still see them in the distance
running after us and taking photos.

Geez, were they that desperate?
“Ignore them,” Henry told me.
I shrugged and did as he asked. The car
ride home was quiet, but it was a
comfortable quiet. I closed my eyes and
thought about today. Even though Henry
was a egoistic jerk, I had actually
enjoyed today. I guess he wasn’t bad
company after all. As I started drifting
off, I heard Henry’s soft voice say, “I had
fun today.”

I smiled and wanted to answer that I did
too, but I had no idea if what Henry said
was just a dream. I was half asleep after
all.