Chapter 24 Fiancée

(Lena's POV)
Even though my relationship with Rafael had eased up a lot, he was still very strong when he was sleeping with me.
After I realized that I had no right to be displeased, I just let him be.
Rafael took me into his arms and suddenly talked to me about the wedding.
"Set for next month? Isn't that a little too soon?" I heard the date he had set and frowned.
"You're not happy about it?"
"No, I just think it's a little too soon, can I invite my friends?"
I looked up at Rafael and he nodded.
To be honest, I didn't have any friends I could invite, and the only close friend I had was Nina.
How Rafael wanted to plan the wedding was not something I had to care about. But soon, I found I had to care about it.
I had just picked up my coffee at the coffee machine and was just about to go back when I was stopped by two colleagues, "Lena, I heard that Mr. Rafael is getting married?"
I looked at the two men and for a moment did not know what to answer, but only nodded my head.
"Lena, you usually work next to Mr. Raphael, you should know who Mr. Raphael is going to marry, right?"
I took a deep breath.
I can't handle this kind of thing.
I am now somewhat to blame for why those who spread the information refused to tell the whole story. If they knew that Raphael was going to get married, then they should have also told who he was going to marry, so that I wouldn't have to deal with all these things myself.
"He was going to talk to"
"I know, I know!"
I watched as a male colleague came over and looked at him with great curiosity.
He seemed to be sure of his information: "I know who Mr. Raphael is going to marry."
The women padded over.
I suddenly felt some sympathy for Rafael. As a public figure, I think once he has a little gossip, he will probably be inquired about to the end.
No matter what the man was trying to say, I don't think I should continue to stay here.
But before I could take a few steps, I heard what the man said, "Do you remember the woman who came to see Mr. Raphael earlier? I heard that she was his fiancée."
"Shawn, you can't just say things like that."
"I heard that woman say it myself, Linda, and you should have believed me!"
I had my coffee in my hand, then stopped in my tracks.
By the time I turned to look at them, they were already arguing a little too much.
I coughed very hard and the three of them quieted down.
"I'll tell you who Rafael is going to marry."
The three men looked suspicious and excited.
"Me."
Silence.
I turned away at their silence and soon I heard their shocked screams, "What?!"
I smiled and walked into Raphael's office.
(Rachel's POV)
I swept all the things on the table to the floor, and my tears quickly flowed as I watched the things break.
But what for!
I thought about what I had heard and couldn't accept the fact that Rafael was getting married at all.
If he was going to get married, he shouldn't have at least married Lena!
That should have been my spot!
I looked at myself in the mirror and finally couldn't bear to look away. At this time, my cell phone rang.
The caller's information is William.
"Didn't you say you had a solution? What a waste! Why did they end up getting married anyway?" I questioned William loudly.
He was silent for a moment, then said, "I remember I also warned you before not to hurt Lena."
"What's so good about that woman? Don't you guys just think she's pretty? One by one, you're all charmed by her! I just did what I had to do, William, it was just that woman's bad luck, and besides, didn't you acquiesce to this?"
My tone just sounded very angry.
I have cursed Lena countless times in my mind.
My original plan was even more brutal than the previous one, and if William hadn't warned me to watch my step, the woman would probably have been injured in more places than just her body.
There is no use talking about it now, the only thing I want to do is to stop them from getting married.
"You calm down, Rachel, we're on the same page on this one."
"Calm down? That's easy for you to say, William, with a week to go, how do you expect me to calm down?"
"I want to remind you, Rachel, that no matter what, you should be calm right now."
"There's only one way to calm me down now, and I don't think I'd be so angry if you could tell me how to fix this thing."
"I do have a solution."
William said what he wanted to say on the phone, and while the plan sounded difficult to implement, I did, however, get to do it.
Of course, I am very satisfied with everything except the last approach.
"I still can't figure out why you guys are so obsessed with this woman."
"I don't think you'll ever understand, Rachel, you see Lena as I see Rafael, and I see no reason for us to question each other."
"No, William." I interrupted.
I thought of it once.
The three of us grew up together - Rafael, William, and I.
However, I was already convinced from a very young age that I was the best match for Raphael.
Both in our birth and our experiences.
William is an outsider, and the facts prove it.
And Lena, who was also an outsider, took Raphael away from me.
Everything is wrong.
I should fix this error.
William didn't refute my words, he continued to put on a preachy attitude as if I was bound to screw things up if he didn't.
Simply ridiculous.
God will understand exactly what is right.
(Lena's POV)
The wedding day is getting closer and closer, and Rafael has been calling more and more often lately.
I didn't care much about the kind of wedding I would have, but Rafael kept stressing to me that he wanted the best for me.
On the day of the wedding, Rafael was not with me.
I waited alone backstage at the wedding while the makeup artist brought the dress over and then was about to put on my makeup.
"Miss Lester, it would be my pleasure to do your makeup."
This makeup artist is very skilled and lively.
It's not that I hate this, it's just that it's hard to avoid being a little uncomfortable when people I just met are acting so warmly towards me.
"I assume you've been doing this work for a long time?"
She applied the foundation to my face and began patting it on, and after hearing me ask this, surprisingly, she laughed softly, "Yes, Miss Lester, I've done a lot of makeup for a lot of people and seen a lot of people move towards their happiness, and of course, there are a lot of people who probably think that this is their happiness."
I simply felt a little strange with some of the last words, and through the mirror, I looked over at her, and she just gave me a very gentle smile.
I don't know what I should feel in my heart.
Walking towards my happiness.
If Raphael is my happiness, I think it's too late for that. The good thing is that it's not too late, we still have a lot of time.
"I'm happier to hear your stories than to do the bride's makeup. I think there are some unusual experiences between every couple of lovers, let alone, someone like Mr. Hill."
My eyesight closed up.
Then, I fulfilled her request.
But I didn't talk to her about our current experiences, more, or those stories we had.
Her soft fingers gently stroked my face.
I don't know why, maybe I didn't get enough rest last night, but I'm surprised I have some dizziness today.
The temperature inside the house is not very low, at first did not feel any problem, but now is feeling hot and dry.
"Miss Lester, your cheeks look a little red."
She whispered a reminder in my ear, and I now looked at myself in the mirror and realized that even the heavy foundation did not cover the blush on my face.
However, I was very beautiful in the mirror in my wedding dress.
For the first time, I was willing to admit it.
But soon, such thoughts were changed again by the dizziness.
I reached for the dressing table and tried to stand up, but, instead, she reached out and held me down in the chair.
"Miss Lester, you look very pale, are you unwell?"
"A little, honey, can you get me some water?"
"Okay, Miss Lester, do as I say, sit here and don't move, I'll be right back."
I watched her back as she left, but I couldn't help but frown.
I did not feel very uncomfortable, just a little dizzy, I waited for a while, more and more feeling that something is not right about this matter.
I shouldn't have reacted so badly if I just didn't get enough rest.
I suddenly understood what was going on, and when I tried to stand up, I found that I couldn't use my arms and legs at all.
The makeup artist took too long to pour the water, and, some of the things she said were a little suspicious in themselves.
I took a deep breath, held the table a little harder, and finally stood up.
Only, the effect is not very good.
Because of the wedding dress, my movements were limited and I was about to fall after a few tentative steps.
I frowned and tried to shout for help, but no sound could come out of my throat.
However, this is not true.
I took a deep breath.
I was so looking forward to this day.
The door was pushed open again and I looked at the make-up artist, who did not have water in her hand, and at that moment, I understood everything.
I shook my head and looked at her in disbelief, "Why did you do that?"
"Miss Lester, I'm sorry to do this, but this isn't the happiness you deserve."
I collapsed, and in the last moments of unconsciousness, I heard her words.
So what should I get to be happy?