Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 35

5 years ago

Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 35

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After nine tries, Henry and Veronica’s scene was finally over. It was now break and we were hanging out in a large room, probably the size of my house back home. Most of us were eating take away chicken and hot chips, which Peter’s PA had ordered for us to eat. I was lounging next to Keith on one of the sofas and dipping my hot chips in gravy.

It seemed like I was spending a lot of time with Keith and less with Henry. I remember back at the Parker household, Henry and I had actually gotten along. After finding out about his psychotic father, we bonded. Now, we hardly spoke.

It kind of made me sad really. I didn’t like admitting that I missed Henry’s company, but I did. I did, I did, I did. How I wished I was that random actor speaking to Henry right now. It was just so unfair. “Why the hell does this chicken taste so good ?”

I turned to Keith and laughed at his expression. He looked like he was in heaven.

“You tell me since you’re the one eating it,” I quipped.

Keith chuckled and said no more, because his focus was on the delicious chicken. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to what was coming our way – Veronica. She was strutting (of course) and had a little smile on her face.
“Keith,” she purred, plonking down on the sofa beside him. I watched as Keith looked up, annoyed he was being interrupted while eating.
“Yes Veronica?” He said with his mouth full of chicken.

I snickered as Veronica grimaced. I was pretty sure it wasn’t a good sight. “My birthday is this upcoming Friday and I’m having a party at a mansion I just rented nearby. Want to come?” She asked.

A masquerade party? Wow.

Keith turned to me to include me in the conversation. “Hey Lainie, you want to go?”
“It’s not necessary to ask,” someone interrupted. I jumped and looked up at Henry, who had crossed the room towards us with a cup of grape juice in his hand. “She’s my fiancée so she’ll be coming with me to the party.”

I felt my heart beat faster a bit at his words and peeked at Keith out of the corner of my eye. He feigned disinterest by shrugging but there was a twinkle in his eyes. “I’ll come anyway. Can’t miss a party right?” He said, looking up at Henry.
I think he was trying to provoke Henry.

Veronica interrupted then with a clap of her hands. Out of her purse, she fished out a small stack of white and gold stiff paper. I raised my eyebrows. Were they …

“Invitations!” Veronica exclaimed, handing one to Keith and one to Henry. As she gave one to Henry, she winked.

That didn’t go unnoticed. I got up from the sofa, ready to throw a punch at her little pretty face, but Keith stretched out his arm and pushed me back. I fell back with an ‘oomph.’
“Hey! Don’t push her!” Henry said, taking a step over to me. He gripped my elbow and I looked at him, confused. He had hardly spoken to me and now he was sticking up for me? Was something wrong with him?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to Lainie,” Keith apologised, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Are you alright?”

I nodded, even more confused. It was just a light push, nothing much.

Keith looked between us and cleared his throat. “Well … I’ll just give you guys some alone time.”

I grimaced. What a nice way of being subtle. It reminded me of how April and Arianne gave us alone time while shopping back inNewport. I sighed.Newportseemed like a lifetime ago.
“You shouldn’t be friends with Keith,” Henry muttered, taking Keith’s place on the sofa.
I turned to him, flustered. How dare he think he could tell me what to do! “You’re just jealous,” I spat, out of anger.

Henry was still looking ahead, not facing me. He scoffed. “Why would anyone be jealous of you ? You can’t get one guy to look at you.”

I scowled. I couldn’t believe the nerve of him. What had happened to the old Henry? Now he was a cold, insulting mega-jerk.

“You can’t even get one guys number,” he added.

Ugh. I hoped he would have fun rotting in the pits of hell. “You’re right,” I replied casually. My amusement grew as Henry’s cold expression changed into one of shock. “I can get twenty numbers.”

Hah! I was such a smartass.

“Want to bet?”

My ego deflated as I realised what Henry had just said. He wanted to bet. “What do you mean …?” I asked, playing dumb.

He turned to face me and I gulped as I took in his wicked smile. “If you don’t get more than twenty numbers at Veronica’s birthday, I can make you do whatever I want until this sham engagement is over.”

Whatever he wanted? Well, that wasn’t good. I then realised something important. “What’s in it for me?” I asked.

Henry shrugged. “If you win, I have to do whatever you want.”

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. What if there was a loop hole in the bet and Henry knew it? I tried to think of one, but I couldn’t think of any. How in the world could I get twenty numbers? I wasn’t an outgoing person and I was definitely not hot. But then, I remembered something which would get me out of the bet. I mean, I wanted to show Henry that I was worth it, but I didn’t think I could win. “Guys wouldn’t dare give me their numbers since I’m your fiancée.”

“Well that’s the beauty of a masquerade party,” Henry answered with a small smirk on his face. “You’ll be wearing a mask. No one knows who you are.”

“All the other people here will know, like Keith!” I argued.

Henry stiffened at the mention of Keith. “Just tell him the truth – we’re doing a bet.”
I bit my lip, thinking. Maybe I could win … maybe I needed to act more like Veronica on the night. Dress like her, flirt like her and walk like her. “Fine,” I decided, lifting my head up high. “You’ve got yourself a bet.”

“May the best man win,” he murmured.
I cleared my throat. “Ehem! I’m not a man!”
“You look like one pancake,” Henry replied coolly. He then turned away and focused his attention on something else. God, what was I getting myself into?