Chapter 25: Bride to be.

NATALIE'S P.O.V:

As I walked into the elevator I couldn't help but think about Maverick, did he really call off the wedding, if yes why didn't he tell me on the call? He just hung up on me. And the woman that called me earlier, who was she, and what connections did she have with Maverick? Even though I wanted the answers to my questions I couldn't help but remind myself that I didn't have any business knowing about Maverick's personal life. I was only being entangled with him. Tsk!
I sighed, and pressed the elevator button to the highest floor, and leaned back on the railing as the elevator climbed up the levels.

I swiveled to gaze at the view as the elevator climbed. There were so many people in the building. I thought of Taylor, his masculine features, his brown hair, and the deep voice I heard when he picked up my call. There was only one thing left for me now, and that was going to him and telling him how I felt; of course, that was if Maverick has called off the wedding yet. Even after the call, it didn't help make me feel at ease. My heart kept pumping blood through my body. I felt the aggression all along, it was almost like my chest would burst out any moment. I wanted to be free from Maverick, from my thoughts, from the anger, and from family too. But that was like wanting too much that would never happen. 

Even if Maverick called off the wedding, I still would be dragged into the open, because as far as being a billionaire was concerned, your past life will always be in the media, and Maverick was a billionaire, and I have become a part of his life and the end of the day. I wouldn't blame him, I blame my father for ever thinking of signing some papers that would disrupt the life of his daughter, me.


The elevator door pulled apart, and I walked out, walking through the corridor, I tugged my phone behind the pocket of my deep blue shorts and walked further, peeping the doors for the number. My mom had sent me the door number of the place she was at.


I walked in, looking around the place. It was an exclusive store that sell wedding gowns; it was white everywhere. And then it immediately became clear to me that Maverick didn't call off the wedding, instead, I am getting married to him soon. A low sob escaped from my mouth just thinking about it. The gowns looked stunning but if only the case was different and I was getting married to the man I loved. No matter how expensive my wedding gown might cost, for me, that was a waste of money since I didn't want any of these. I also thought of Taylor, I would never get a chance to confess my feelings to him. The worst of it was that I may never get to be with someone I love. I may just be stuck with Maverick permanently. The feeling irking.


"Honey," a voice called. I turned sharply to find my mother behind me. I was startled at first but then, I relaxed when I saw her smiling sweetly at me. She seemed very happy admiring the gowns. I wonder how she could be that happy with the situation in which I was getting married. Was she happy that I wasn't in love? I don't blame her, it was always the joy of every mother to see her daughter wear a wedding gown on their wedding day. For her, my time was approaching, and clearly, I could see the joy in her eyes. As she kept showing me the gowns that she picked out for me to fit, I was forced to ask some questions but I did not.

"Try this," she said handing me one of the gowns. An off-shoulder silk white dress with diamonds and crystals on it. It looked very expensive. So, I turned the dress to look at the price tag, $ 10 million. What? 10 million for just a gown? I turned sharply to my mother. 

"Mom, this is way too expensive" I whispered into her ears to prevent being heard by a third party. How did she get that kind of money spend only on a wedding gown that would mean nothing to me in the end? Her expression didn't show that she was disturbed, she just smiled and said "don't worry, honey" I was going to ask her how she got the money but she pushed me towards the dresser to change to fit the gown. "Shush, go," she said.

I reluctantly went into the dressing room with the gown in my hands. The dressing room was a white small room with a long mirror in one corner. I grudgingly slipped into the gown and then I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like an angel. I was gorgeous in the gown, I wouldn't lie. I smiled at the sight I saw in the mirror. I imagined getting married to Taylor, and walking down the aisle with my father would have been done with all happiness at heart. My smile immediately dropped when I remembered that the gorgeous gown on my body wouldn't change that I was getting married to Maverick. When I walked out, I saw my mother's face lit up. I guess I was breathtaking, seeing that the workers there paused their work to stare at me. "Wow!" One of them exclaimed. My mother had her palms put together as she kept staring at me. I saw her wipe off tears from her eyes.

I made my way toward her and she hugged me before turning me around to look at me closely.

"Vivian was right, this gown is the perfect one" she began. Was Vivian here? Why isn't she telling me anything at all? "You look, ethereal honey," she complimented, sniffing. 

"I'm I getting married?" I asked. I needed to be sure first to avoid wrong assumptions. She gave me a questioning look. "Don't be ridiculous, what can of question is that?" She was busy arranging ing the gown with the guy I presume was the designer. I saw the look the guy gave me when I asked my mother if I was getting married. It was an interesting, yet very sarcastic one.

Her response explained it all, it was confirmed that Maverick did not call off the wedding and that I'll be walking down the aisle soon, but when? I nodded my head and swallowed. And when after some seconds, the designer left us to his office, I took the opportunity to continue my questioning to avoid being seen as weird. "When is the wedding, mom?" 

I think that was the worst part, not knowing the day of your own wedding.

"I think tomorrow" my mother responded. Now, I knew they all never had my happiness at heart. My own wedding was tomorrow? And they didn't even dim it right to tell me before time. I guess I was the last person to know of my own wedding date. I was silent. Besides, I'm sure she wasn't expecting me to say anything, my opinions wouldn't matter though.

"Tomorrow?" 

"Yes, it's not your place to decide anyway. the Santiagos called me today to get you ready for tomorrow" she paused and looked at me. "I'm just so happy, I can't help it," she said fanning herself and wiping her eyes. I didn't have further questions to ask or anything to say. I guess with billionaires you don't have a say when it came to decision-making. That is the kind of life I'm being entangled with. 

After some minutes of admiration and discussion between my mother and the designer, the gown was packed up for us. Now, there was a tag, 'the bride to be'.