Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 30

5 years ago

Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 30

But was it? I haven’t had much boy experience to tell, but it looked like it from romantic movies I’ve watched.

Henry then bolted off me, faster than I thought possible. I was breathless and confused. That was weird. I sat up carefully and watched as Henry sat back down on the couch, his eyes flickering to me. I studiously ignored him but after a while, I was becoming irritated at his averted gazes.

“What?” I asked, as he looked at me for the hundredth time.

“Nothing.”

Nice answer, buddy. I sighed and decided to escape the silence by paying a visit to Steve. He owed me an explanation too, about his relationship with Arianne. Hopping up from the couch, I strode over to the small door which led to the other room. I could feel Henry’s stare on my back which made me shiver slightly.

Steve was sitting forward and typing on his laptop, frowning a bit. He looked up when I came in. “Hello Lainie,” he greeted.

“Hi,” I said, sitting down across from him. I leaned forward, resting my arms on the cherry wood table. “So … what are you up to?”

“Just confirming our rooms …”
“Huh?” I asked, confused.

“The hotel we’re staying at,” Steve explained. “I’m confirming our suites. Of course, you have to share with Henry again … I’m sorry if it bothers you. If word got out Henry and his fiancée don’t sleep in the same room …”

I gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure there will be a couch this time. Oh by the way, what hotel are we staying in?”
Steve clicked something on his laptop and spun it around to face me. “We are staying here,” he said, pointing to the screen. I took the laptop from him. We were staying at the Royal Crystal. What a name. I handed it back to him after I had scrolled through the pictures.

“That’s a nice hotel,” I commented.
“Five stars.”

I then heard a strange ‘bing’ noise from Steve’s laptop. He smiled widely and eagerly began reading something. Probably an email.
“What was that?” I asked.

He looked up at me. “An email,” he answered. Bingo. “It’s from Arianne. She says she’s doing well. April and her went shopping today to get their minds off things … they visited Rafferty at the station … and the divorce papers aren’t drawn up yet which is a shame … but generally they’re doing good.”

I was going to say ‘ that’s good to hear ’ but the witty side got the better of me. “Yes it is a bit of a shame isn’t it?”

Steve frowned. “What’s a shame?”
“That the divorce papers aren’t drawn up yet.”

A look of understanding crossed his face. “Oh! Yes it is.”

“Yes … such a shame for you especially,” I said in a bit of a nonchalant voice.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “What do you mean?” He asked, a bit suspicious. Oh and he had a right to be suspicious.

“Well you know with you being in love with her and all …” I said. I felt like those evil manipulating girls in the dramas who threatened to tell the mega secret of the main character. Well, it was kind of true, except I wasn’t going to tell anyone.

“You’re deluded Lainie,” Steve said, his eyes darting away from mine.

I raised my eyebrows. “I’m sure I’m not,” I replied. I leaned forward with a slight smile on my face. “Now spill. Have you really known her since junior year?”

He studied me for a few seconds then sighed loudly. “Fine. Arianne moved into my high school in junior year and became one of the most popular girls in the school.”

“How did you meet … or whatever?”

“Well … we shared the same English class and she was, of course, very smart. The stupid teacher arranged a seating plan and she ended up next to me. She used to try and be friendly to be but … I was a bit of an a-s and ignored her. Anyway, I was really bad at English – I just wasn’t interested. So the teacher asked if Arianne would help tutor me in English since she was the smartest.”

“Oooh how did that go hmm?” I asked. I was so interested in Steve’s love life.

He pursed his lips. “She was very annoyed of me because I wouldn’t put any effort in. But then after a while, we started to become friends … and I realised in senior year that I liked her.”
I smiled. It was so weird to think my uncle Steve actually fancied someone. “What happened then? How’d she end up with that jerk?” I was, of course, referring to Rafferty.

He looked down. “That had been the worse years of my life.”

“What?”
“Well, Arianne and I both ended up at the same college and around about … second year, we finally confessed our feelings for each other. But when I met her family, they were displeased. I wasn’t some rich guy and her family was from a good background. They told Arianne to dump me, because she had an arranged marriage to Rafferty, the heir of Parker Corporations.”

I inhaled a sharp gasp. What was with rich people and arranged marriages? It seemed like when you were rich, you had an unhappy life. “Did she dump you …?”

Steve snorted. “Obviously. She didn’t want to disobey her parents and she didn’t want her family’s reputation ruined.”

The way he spoke made him seem bitter about the whole thing. It must’ve been hard for him to watch the girl you love go off and marry a jerk. No wonder he hasn’t been interested in any woman. It was because he was still hung up over Arianne.