Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 41

4 years ago

Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 41

My eyes widened as I realised what was happening and I yanked myself back upright, but as I did that, I managed to somehow hit my head on Henry’s jaw. I winced while Henry cursed. I think that was going to leave a bruise.

I headed off the stage as Henry told the audience he wasn’t singing anymore. Keith was grinning at us, along with Natasha who was bouncing up and down next to him.

“That was awesome !” Natasha exclaimed as she enveloped me in a hug. Once she let go and turned to Henry, she gave him a friendly wink. “And don’t you look dashing Henry?”
Henry returned her compliment with a polite smile but I on the other hand, felt irritated all of a sudden. Even though Natasha didn’t like Henry that way, I still couldn’t help but feel like ripping her hair off …

Ok, I really needed to calm down.
After a few minutes of more chatting, Henry headed inside the mansion to change out of his costume. Apparently, it was too tight for him and made him uncomfortable. I stared at his back as he strode off and wondered what had happened on stage back then. Had he been about to kiss me? What would I have done if he did?
I had no idea.

Natasha’s hand waving in front of my face made me blink. “Let’s dance Lainie!” She exclaimed, grabbing my hand and leading me away from Keith. I shrugged.

We ended up doing some horrible and crazy moves and people were giving us dirty looks as we took over the dance floor. We did chicken wings, exaggerated moves of the Macarena, the sprinkler and robotic moves where we ended up poking people. I was having such a good time and we were laughing so hard.

After about half an hour of dancing, we both headed back inside sweating slightly. That had used up a lot of energy and I really needed to cool down.

“Want me to get us drinks?” Natasha asked as she craned her head to try and find the refreshment table.

I gave her a smile. “Sure.”
I watched her walk away and push herself through the throng of people to find us drinks. I grinned as poor Natasha nearly got knocked down to the floor by a drunken guy and shouted at him for being blind.

My eyes scanned over the people in the room and landed on two familiar people. Henry had already changed out of the Elvis Presley costume and was now sitting on one side of the sofa with one of his arms resting on the armrest. Veronica was sitting next to him, slightly swaying side to side as she babbled on about something unimportant probably.

I watched them as they talked. Veronica laughed loudly about something and I realised she was drunk. That laugh sounded like such a drunken laugh. She shifted closer to him and put her face close to his, pouting. I saw Henry shaking his head at her and murmuring something. I wondered what he was telling her and it made my heart ache a bit.

Natasha then finally came back with two cups of sparkling water. I told her thanks and took a sip from the cup. It wasn’t that bad.

As Natasha started to point out some hot guy in the room, my eyes landed back on Henry and Veronica … I wished it hadn’t.

I had looked just in time to see Veronica leaning in and planting a kiss on his lips. I quickly turned away because I knew I couldn’t handle it. Henry was obviously kissing her back. Why wouldn’t he? He was a player and Veronica was absolutely stunning. My heart was beating erratically and an aching sort of feeling spread throughout my stomach. Not caring that Natasha would worry or follow me; I pushed myself up from the sofa and ran. I ran from the room – I just had to put a big distance between myself and the two people on the sofa.

As I finally reached outside of the house, I took deep breaths. Why was I feeling so … empty by witnessing that? My eyes closed and I bit my lip. After a few seconds of thinking, I decided it was because if anyone found out Henry was cheating on me, he’s make me look like a total fool. I could already imagine the headlines: Naïve Fiancée Falls For Parker’s Charm!

Ugh. I knew it wasn’t that though. If that had been the case, I would have stomped up towards Henry by now and be super pissed. But I wasn’t angry … I was feeling … heartbroken.

When Veronica had kissed Henry, my heart had literally felt like it had sunk to the floor and shattered, and there was only one reason to be heartbroken.

I liked Henry Parker.