Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 23

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Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 23

I shrugged, pretending not to know.
However, it was pretty obvious that
she’d make a fuss and start questioning.
Arianne wasn’t dumb, and she loved the
fact that Henry was now in a
“relationship”. I had a feeling she would
do anything to keep it that way.
“Exactly. We can share the same bed but
I’ll stick to one side you stick to the
other. The bed’s big enough so that we
can both stretch and not hit each other.

And I promise, promise, promise …
swear on my Grandma Edith’s grave I
won’t make a move on you.”

That sounded … alright. Looking at
Henry, he seemed desperate. Wow.
“Ok, we’ll share the same bed, but I
won’t like it.”

“I’m absolutely offended, Miss Watson,”
Henry said, feigning hurt by putting a
hand to his heart. “Waking up to your
handsome fiancé should be better than
heaven!”

I rolled my eyes. He really needed to get
over himself.

* * *

“April, come and help me pick out some
decorations,” Arianne ordered.

Arianne, Henry, April and I were strolling
along strips of shops in Newport. Steve
had resorted to staying his room and
arranging our plans for Curacao.

“But I’m helping Lainie buying the
presents-” April then stopped herself
and a look of understanding crossed her
face. Arianne was looking pointedly at
Henry and I. “Oh I’d love to come!”

I watched, embarrassed as they walked
away together. They were obviously
trying to give Henry and I alone time.

“Well this is great,” I mumbled.
“Yeah, I’m stuck with you,” Henry
retorted.

I sighed. “Well, since you’re here, make
yourself useful. What does your dad
want for his birthday? And what should
I get for your parents wedding
anniversary?”

“Nothing will ever be good enough for
him,” he muttered.

I flinched. I didn’t want to anger him
further so I started walking ahead and
looking through shop windows to see if
there was anything I could buy. As I
frowned, thinking of ideas, Henry came
up next to me.

“Maybe you could buy some china … for
their wedding anniversary. Mom loves
china,” he said, nodding over to a home
ware store up ahead.

“Yes! You’re the best!” I exclaimed,
grinning. I grabbed his arm and rushed
over to the home ware store.

“Did you just say I was the best?” Henry
asked, a bit smug.

I rolled my eyes and walked into the
store, trying to find some elegant china
sets. Henry followed me looking bored.
“How about this one?” I asked, pointing
to a green and white one. Henry pursed
his lips and looked around. I watched as
he started walking thoughtfully through
the small store. He stopped by a shelf
and nodded.

“This one.” Henry said, loud enough so I
could hear. I rushed over to him and
stared. It was perfect. According to the
sign, it was a Vintage English China Set.
“It’s perfect,” I breathed happily.
“May I help you?”

I spun around at the voice of the plump
sales lady and smiled. “Yes. I would like
to buy this set.”

“Ahh, beautiful choice you’ve made
there,” she said. She told us to wait by
the counter while she went into the
storeroom to grab a new set. When she
finally came out and put it into a nice
bag, Henry flashed a grin and handed
over some notes.

“You can keep the change,” he said.
My eyes widened. “No I’ll pay!” I insisted,
taking my money from the pocket of my
denim shorts. Henry folded his hand
around mine and tucked my notes back
into my pocket. I felt a blush rising up
from my neck.

“I’m paying,” he said quietly, his face
inches from mine.

I gulped. “Alright.”

He chuckled and led me out onto the
streets again. For Mr Parker’s birthday
present, we found a watch in a jewellery
store and Henry ended up paying for it
again. That was only because he was a
movie star so the lady behind the
counter took his money. I couldn’t
believe him. When did he become such a
gentleman? Even though I knew he
hated me, I had the feeling he was only
buying the watch because I would feel
guilty if I didn’t get his dad anything, not
because he himself wanted to buy it. I
really wanted to know what was up
with his dad. After Henry led us to the
car and stowed the presents in the
trunk, he turned to me.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Sure, pancake.”

Ugh, what a jerk. “Why … do you hate
your dad so much?” I asked. “I mean ..
you don’t have to answer, it’s just I-uh
…”

His eyes turned to me and they were
intense, making my legs feel like Jell-O.
What was he thinking? His eyes seemed
to be searching for mine, looking for
something. Once he found it, he smiled,
took my hand and pulled me along with
him.