Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 14

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Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 14

A shaky video which had been zoomed
in from the gates of the restaurant filled
the screen. Henry was on one knee and
looking up at my face earnestly, holding
out the Tiffany box. I was smiling at him
and then I whispered in his ear. That
was when I had said who would want
to marry him. The film stopped after we
were surrounded by people
congratulating us – we seriously looked
like an intimate couple. When the news
woman finished speaking after the
video, April loudly gushed about it. She
couldn’t get over the fact Henry and I
were engaged.

“Both of you are attending an interview
today,” Steve announced after April ha
finished talking.

“What?” Henry yelped. “You could’ve told
us!”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “I did. Two
days ago!”

An interview? What was I supposed to
say? What if they figured out all this was
a sham? I wasn’t looking forward to it at
all. April turned to me while I was in the
middle of my mini panic attack. “Do you
know what you’re wearing yet?”

“Jeans …?”
“No, wear a skirt or a dress to make a
good impression,” Steve interrupted.
April nodded. “Good idea, Steve! C’mon,
lead me to your closet!”

I sighed and led her upstairs and into
my bedroom. Walking over to the closet,
I went down one my knees and opened
the drawer where neatly folded skirts
sat. I turned around to find April still
standing by my doorframe, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly.
Don’t tell me she was going to give my
room as makeover or something.

“Don’t you share a room with Henry?”

There was an awkward silence. What
was I supposed to say?

“You guys are engaged. It’s not the end
of the world if both of you share the
same bed. I mean, even couples who
aren’t engaged are eager to sleep in the
same bed. Don’t you want to cuddle with
your fiancé before you sleep?” April
pressed on.

I gulped. “Umm I do sleep with him half
the time … but sometimes I like my own
privacy. And plus, he likes to kick me off
the bed in the middle of the night.” I
prayed the lie sounded good.

April snorted. “How rude of him! Does
he snore too?”

I nodded. “Oh he does. It’s horrible.”
April giggled and came over to help me
with my outfit. Phew! Luckily I had
gotten away with that!

After fifteen minutes, I ended up in a
white top with a square neckline tucked
into a black bandage skirt with small
white polka dots. April was busy
rummaging through shoe boxes to find
shoes to wear so I decided to wear a
piece of jewellery with my outfit. Then I
remembered I was engaged so that
meant I had to wear the Tiffany ring.
Sighing, I walked over to my bedside
table where it sat and took it out. It
sparkled and I slid it on carefully.

“Found the perfect shoes to go with
your outfit!” April sang, skipping into my
room from the closet. I looked at what
she was holding in her hands. Leather
pumps. No way was I wearing heels! I
had worn them yesterday, wasn’t that
enough?

I shook my head at her. “I am not
wearing heels again.”

April pouted and dangled them in front
of my face. “Oh c’mon, they’re perfect!”
“Isn’t there some over fancy shoe I could
wear which is flat?”

April groaned. “Well you can either look
classy in these leather pumps – I mean
they’re gorgeous! – or you can wear the
uh … the red ballet flats.”

I chose the ballet flats in a heartbeat.

* * *

“So tell me Henry, how do you know
Lainie here is the one when you’ve just
only met? I mean, the world only found
out both of you were dating just last
week.”

The annoying friendly voice of Susan
Carmichael interrupted my drifting
thoughts. I shifted in my seat,
uncomfortable on the black velvet
armchair. Henry sat next to me in an
identical armchair and across from us
was Susan. We were in a quiet room and
there were two cameramen around us
filming. Susan Carmichael was our
interviewer. Her hair was a highlighted
blonde and was pulled up in a neat
ponytail. The woman also wouldn’t stop
showing off her pearly whites.

“Actually we met in high school,” Henry
lied. Not even an ounce of nervousness!

He must be used to this.
“Oh really?”

Susan turned towards me to confirm if
what Henry stated was true. Great, my
turn to talk. “Oh yeah, we went to the
same school. I fell in love with him at
first sight but you know, I was the
popular freshman and he was the …

junior whom no one paid attention to.”

I flashed a grin and tried to stifle a
laugh. Henry was gritting his teeth. Then
his face lit up and he grinned at me. “Oh
honey, but remember when I became a
senior and I was the hottest guy in
school? Meanwhile your reputation had
gone down the drain? You got those
awful braces and everyone stayed away
from you. Remember darling?”

Henry gave me a wink and I glared at
him.

“Oh don’t worry darling; I secretly
thought those braces were adorable.”
“How adorable!” Susan exclaimed.
Yeah right. It sounded like those typical
teenage love stories – the guy’s popular
and the girl’s not, or the other way
around. Anyway, as if Henry would like a
girl with braces. He’d need a girl who he
could have a tonsil war with.

Henry grinned. “I know.”

“So tell me, how did you both meet each
other recently? Did it seem like fate?”
“It was totally fate – I found him at a
party drunk. He had stumbled face first
into a pole and I helped him,” I said,
snickering a little.

Henry frowned while Susan nodded
understandingly. “Oh yes, he’s known
for being quite the party animal. Do you
approve Lainie?”

Steve had told me to make sure we left
the interviewer with the impression that
Henry has changed so that they would
put that in the papers. “Actually, he
hasn’t been getting drunk since we met.
I’m not sure why.”

That wasn’t a lie though. Steve had made
sure Henry hadn’t been out clubbing.

Susan looked mildly surprised. “And
why’s this, Henry? Or have you been
partying behind Lainie’s back?”

For some reason, that just made me
want to slap her in the face. Henry put
an arm around my shoulder. I elbowed
him subtly in the rib but he continued to
leave his arm there. Ugh. “I haven’t been
out clubbing. It’s all because of Lainie
really. She has inspired me not to be the
guy I used to be.”

He looked at me like I was his savoir
making me smirk.

“Well, it’s great to meet both of you, but I
guess time’s up, as it’s two-fifty now!”

Susan smiled crisply at us and moved
forward to shake our hand. Her hand
smelled like expensive made hand
cream.

“Have a good day Susan,” Henry said
politely.

Oh finally, our first interview was over!