Sarah - Night After
I tried to force myself to sleep on the sofa, but no sleep came. I was tired, I was exhausted, and I should be snoring right now. But no, I can't get any sleep, and this sofa wasn't designed for sleeping either.
I decided to sit and turn on the TV. I guess when people come for their honeymoon, they don't come to watch TV or make use of the living room... I turn it on and I go over the channels, one channel after the other, with nothing interesting to grab my attention.
And then that's when I see the bucket of champagne. I guess they were expecting these married couples would probably sit here and drink champagne, celebrate their day of love...
Pshhh!
I laugh at the absurdity of this, but I'm the only one out here and I'm gonna drink this champagne all by myself. I think no one would blame me.
I pour myself one glass after the other and I start getting hungry. I realized that I hadn't eaten anything at the wedding. I had munched on a few pieces of meat here and there, but I was too nervous to eat a proper meal.
So what do I do? I call the front desk and ask them to bring me food up to my room.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, the hotel doesn't provide food after midnight."
"Well," I say towards the phone, "you better wake that chef up because I'm angry and I'm getting that food."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't help you."
"Here is the thing. What's your name again?" I said, my voice turning entitled.
"Melinda."
"Yes, Melinda. I am in the honeymoon suite. And I just got married to Cullen Cincinnati. I don't know if you have heard of him, but just to make it clear, I'm Mrs. Cincinnati. I am hungry and I want what I ordered in my room ASAP. Do we understand each other, Melissa?" I say her name wrong just for the kicks.
I hear her swallow over the phone.
"Yes, ma'am. Of course. Right away," she says.
She doesn't hang up. She waits for me to hang up.
I smile into the phone and hang up.
I know what you're thinking. That was a bit bitchy. But here is the thing, I might be new to the Cincinnati's, to the Italian mafia. But still, I am a mafia princess. And I know how to get what I want.
I did my research when I thought I was going to marry Cyrus. So I know that the Cincinnati owns half of this hotel. There are people also suspicious that they laundered their money through this hotel. And so I am sure that the people who work here know about the Cincinnati's.
Plus, I am really angry. I really need some food. I continue drinking the wine. And I must have dozed off before I heard the knock. A knock on the door.
I stand up and go to open the door. Opening it, I find the mean bodyguard standing in front of the door. With an angry look, an unhappy look on his face.
"How can I help you, Meanie?"
He raises his eyebrow in question. And then he must have remembered who he was as he shook his head and said,
"You ordered room service?"
"Yes, of course I did. Is there a problem?"
"We just wanted to make sure."
He moves aside and I see the hotel attendant with a cart of food. Standing there, eyes darting towards the tall bodyguards in front of the door.
"Come in, come in," I tell her.
The mean bodyguard and the quiet bodyguard share a look before they start opening the utensils on the cart to see what's beneath it. And then when they feel secure, they feel satisfied, they let the hotel staff bring in the food.
As soon as the food is inside, she bows and leaves.
I'm just about to close the door when the mean bodyguard says, "If you're going to do something like this, you should have informed us. You should have told us so that we would know that someone is coming here."
"You work for me, not the other way around." I give him a mean look and close the door in his face.
The look on his face as I was closing the door was just everything. It's the highlight of my night...
How sad is it?
How heartbreaking, that another person's misery is the only thing that has made me happy on my own wedding night, the night that is supposed to be about professing love, and finding your one?
I shake my head.
The food smells amazing. I take the food and put them down on the carpet. The carpet is fluffy and soft beneath me. I eat until I can't breathe. I continue drinking the champagne, and I guess I must have dozed off because I am awoken by insistent knocking.
I groan in annoyance.
Since I had been sleeping down on the carpet with my wedding dress, yes, it wasn't very comfortable. I didn't want to chance it to remove the dress because I didn't know how I was supposed to face Cullen in the morning, so I kept it on.
So, I am now drunk from the champagne. I am tired. My body is aching, and the knocking isn't doing much to help my situation right now.
I grudgingly pull myself towards the door. As I open it, I'm expecting to find the mean bodyguard. But when I open the door, I'm in for a surprise. Because in front of me is Cyrus's mom, her daughter-in-law Bella, and other women behind them. Women I might have seen at the wedding, but none that I can point out.
And the first moment that Cullen's mother who's my mother-in-law now sees me, she goes,
“Oh, you poor thing.”
But then she takes a really good look at me, and she kind of freezes. That's when I realize Bella is also looking at me in shock and surprise. And the women behind them, are also shockingly surprised and the tension between us just becomes weird and awkward.
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