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Jayjay'sPOV
"Ma'am?" someone called out.
Wait—wasn't Keifer and I supposed to be alone? And why on earth did my back hurt so much?
I slowly opened my eyes and saw a face hovering right above mine.
"AHHHHH!" I shouted out of pure fright. Honestly, anyone would have!
At my scream, Keifer bolted awake and sat up. I scrambled up right beside him and instinctively clung to his arm. Oh. It was just one of the maids. I quickly let go of his arm, my cheeks warming up as a flood of memories hit me hard.
Flashback:
After eating, Keifer and I had just sat on the floor, talking about random things. Soon, I felt exhausted and lay down right there on the floor, and Keifer did the same beside me. We kept our distance since we weren't that close yet, okay? But while talking, I honestly don't know when we both just drifted off to sleep like that.
End of Flashback.
I stood up, and Keifer did the same, both of us immediately glaring at the head butler.
"You knew both of us were in the back living room, so why on earth did you lock the mansion?" Keifer demanded, his voice sharp.
"Sorry, sir. Ma'am told me to lock up, and I completely forgot," the butler stammered nervously.
I instantly felt bad for him, especially with the way Keifer was glaring daggers. I reached over, grabbed Keifer's arm, and pulled him down slightly so I could whisper in his ear.
"Don't scare him," I hissed. Keifer nodded, softening his expression.
The butler and maids quickly excused themselves, and Keifer headed to his room while I went to mine. I decided I wasn't going to university today anyway—my back hurt way too much from sleeping on that hard floor.
After getting fresh and changing into something comfortable, I wandered downstairs. Keifer was already standing in front of the stove. He was wearing a white button-up shirt with the top two buttons open, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, an apron loosely tied around his waist, and cream trousers. Even from behind, he looked painfully handsome.
I crept up behind him, tapped his right shoulder, and instantly ducked down to hide behind his left. He glanced over his shoulder, confused, and turned back to the stove. Then, I tapped his left shoulder and ducked behind his right. He looked over his shoulder again and finally let out a soft, fond laugh.
"Jay," he called out gently, keeping his eyes on the pan.
I giggled and casually climbed up to sit right on the kitchen counter. "Baby, I want rice and just eggs," I announced.
He smirked, flipping something in the pan. "Not even pancakes?" he teased.
"Of course pancakes, too!" I replied with a bright smile.
"Only on one condition," he said, shooting me a knowing look.
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "What?"
"Call me hubby."
I shook my head immediately. "No way."
"Come on. You're supposed to call me hubby after four weeks anyway," he pointed out.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Besides, you could have just said 'a month'," I said, smiling teasingly.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, my sunshine."
I felt my cheeks heat up instantly at the nickname. After we finished cooking, we sat at the dining table and started eating. But as I took a bite, a sudden realization hit me. Wait a minute... there is only one month left until our wedding, and we still don't have our wedding dresses!
"Baby, we need to go shopping today," I blurted out mid-bite.
He paused, chewing slowly, and blinked at me. "Why, love?"
"Why?" I repeated flatly. He stared at me blankly for a second before his eyes widened, and he swallowed his food in a hurry.
"Because... um..." he scrambled for an answer.
"Our wedding is coming up," I prompted, giving him a heavy hint. "So what on earth are we going to wear?"
"Oh! Right. We need to buy our wedding dresses," he said, realization finally dawning on him. "Okay, let's go right after we eat."
After finishing our meal, I ran back to my room to grab my shoes. Today, I decided to wear a cute cream-colored frock with a white bow tied around my high ponytail, finishing the look with my white sneakers. I skipped downstairs to find Keifer already waiting, spinning his car keys around his finger. He looked up, his eyes softening into a warm smile as he took me in.
"Come on," he said softly, holding out his hand for me to take.
I nodded, sliding my hand into his, and we walked out to the car. Once we got inside, I actually put my seatbelt on all by myself without him even having to remind me. As the engine started up, I reached over and cued up the song "Love Like You." I love this track so much—it's so energetic, and it always instantly refreshes my mind.
We reached the high-end boutique and stepped inside. Keifer immediately grabbed my hand as we walked through the racks, looking through dresses, but everything just didn't look like what we wanted.
Wait—tomorrow, Percy, Aries, Tita, Tito, and the others were going to the village, meaning they wouldn't have network service there. So, I should call them now. I opened my phone and saw Aries online, so I sent him a picture.
From: Horoscope 💗✨
You went shopping for your wedding.
To: Horoscope 💗✨
Yup, help me decide.
From: Horoscope 💗✨
I'll call Percy, wait here.
To: Horoscope 💗✨
Okay, horoscope.
From: Horoscope 💗✨
Hey baby sistah. Choose the white one.
To: Horoscope 💗✨
It's so plain.
From: Horoscope 💗✨
Leave him, Jay, it's Dad now. Pick the pink one.
To: Horoscope 💗✨
Dad, it's not a simple pink, it's that ugly bright purplish-pink.
From: Horoscope 💗✨
Jay, it's Mom, just choose what you want.
To: Horoscope 💗✨
Can I just call? It's so confusing.
From: Horoscope 💗✨
No, Jay. It's Aries now. Don't call, we're out in a mall.
To: Horoscope 💗✨
Ok, where's Ella? What's her opinion?
From: Horoscope 💗✨
She said the golden one.
To: Horoscope 💗✨
There's no golden one.
From: Horoscope 💗✨
The one that is showing in the corner of the pictures.
To: Horoscope 💗✨
That's not golden, it's actually mustard yellow, it's just looking golden in the pic.
From: Horoscope 💗✨
Decided by yourself.
To: Horoscope 💗✨
Fine, you idiot.
From: Horoscope 💗✨
Hey, don't be mad. It's hard to choose my sister's wedding dress when I don't want her to go.
To: Horoscope 💗✨
Aww, my brother is emotional now. Ok, bye.
I hit send and locked my phone.
"What did they say?" Keifer asked.
"They're just as confused as me," I replied, and he nodded.
"Fair," he said. Then I noticed him holding something behind his back.
"What are you hiding?" I asked.
"Oh, I thought this dress would look good on you," he said, and pulled out a stunning, off-the-shoulder golden-yellow ball gown featuring a gorgeous sweetheart neckline, delicate sheer ruffled sleeves resting on the shoulders, and intricate, sparkling embroidery shimmering across the bodice with a statement jeweled embellishment right at the center.
(A/N: so some people can't see the picture of the gown in the comments so it's basically the gown Ashtine Olviga wore in da pers family show, with a tiara)
"It's... gorgeous," I said, taking the gown from him. "I'll try this one," I said, and ran to the changing room while I heard him chuckle behind me.
I changed into it and stepped out. Keifer was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, but the second I appeared, he froze. His eyes locked onto me. He stood up slowly, walked over, held my finger, and gently twirled me around.
"Wow... you look absolutely stunning," he said, and I laughed.
"So this one is done?" I asked, and he nodded.
"Come on, let's buy some jewellery for my wife," he said, dragging me toward the display racks.
"I don't think a necklace will suit because the neckline is already heavy," I pointed out.
Keifer nodded in agreement, then picked out a pair of silver, long, thin earrings and held them up to my ears. They were a perfect match with the gown.
"These are great," he said, handing them to the salesgirl who was standing nearby to help. Then, he started looking at the tiaras.
"Why a tiara?" I asked, tilting my head.
"Because after marrying me, you're going to become a queen," he said, scanning the display. He placed a dazzling, intricate silver tiara adorned with sparkling crystals right on my head. "You're a queen already, but on our wedding day, everyone will officially know that you're my queen."
I stepped aside and looked in the full-length mirror for the first time wearing my complete wedding look. I looked breathtaking. I know it sounds a bit self-obsessed to call yourself beautiful, but I honestly looked just like Belle from Beauty and the Beast.
"I'll change back to my normal clothes," I said, turning to Keifer with a smile. He nodded warmly. I took off the tiara, handed it back to the salesgirl along with the gown, and hurried back to the changing room. Once I was back in my regular clothes, I stepped out to meet him.
I stepped out of the changing room and saw Keifer sitting peacefully on the sofa. I walked right up to him, stood in front of him and crossed my arms.
"What?" he asked with an innocent blink.
"Why aren't you looking for your tuxedo?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't want to," he groaned. I just glared down at him. He sighed dramatically. "Fine, now I want to," he muttered, standing up. "Come on, baby, let's check them out," he said, and I smiled.
We looked through the racks together, and I ended up picking out seven different ones. I shoved the whole stack into his arms.
"Go try them on," I ordered, pushing him toward the fitting room.
"There are too many!" he complained.
"But you have to!" I shot back, closing the door in his face.
I sat down on the sofa to wait. A little while later, he stepped out.
"No," I immediately rejected, and he dragged himself back in. He tried three more, and I vetoed every single one.
"Nope."
"Not feeling the sparks."
"Nah."
"That's just okay," I critiqued.
He looked completely offended by the time he went in to try the next one. But when he stepped out this time, I nodded vigorously. "This one, this one, baby! It looks so good on you," I squealed, clapping my hands together. He sighed, shaking his head with a soft, fond smile at my excitement.
Then, my eyes caught something hanging a bit further down the rack. Wait... that one looked even better!
"Wait," I said, walking past him.
"Jay, I'm tired of trying," he whined.
I completely ignored him, picking the suit off the hanger. "Try this one too."
"It's fine, na! You already said the last one was good," he argued like a stubborn kid.
"Try it."
"Jay—"
"Try it."
He groaned, but I won. He took the hanger and disappeared back into the fitting room while I chuckled under my breath. I turned around and noticed the salesgirl standing nearby, watching us with a warm smile.
"Ma'am, you got the right man," she whispered gently, and a genuine smile spread across my face. "And sir loves you a lot. Is it your wedding?" she asked.
I nodded, feeling a soft blush dusting my cheeks. "Yes."
"May God bless you both with endless happiness in your life," she wished.
"Thank you," I replied.
Just then, I heard the doorknob click. I turned around as Keifer stepped out wearing a stylish, relaxed-fit beige suit over an untucked white button-up shirt, completed with a patterned tie and loose-fitting trousers that gave it a effortlessly cool, handsome look.
"So, is this final?" he asked, looking at me.
I nodded enthusiastically, bouncing up and down on my heels. "Yeah, it's awesome!" I said, grinning widely.
Keifer looked at me, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "Calm down, rabbit," he teased affectionately.
After that, we paid for our wedding outfits and headed over to a bustling mall to enjoy the rest of our day together.
We were back in the car when Keifer looked over at me.
"Should we go to the mall first or decide the venue?" he asked.
"Let's decide the venue first," I said.
He nodded, picked up his phone, and made a quick call. "Yeah, arrange multiple places," he instructed before hanging up. He changed the route, and after some time, we reached the location and got out.
We walked in and looked around the first venue, but I instantly knew it wasn't for us. First, it felt too much like a standard hotel; second, the decorations were filled with tacky fake flowers; and third, the whole place was way too bright.
A coordinator then walked over and started talking to Keifer, pulling out pictures of other options. But it seemed like Keifer didn't like some of them, and I didn't like the rest.
"What kind of venue do you guys want?" the coordinator finally asked, looking a bit stressed.
Keifer stepped in, answering smoothly. "Actually, my fiancé wants a garden wedding, decorated with real sunflowers and daisies—definitely no fake flowers."
The coordinator nodded, taking notes. "When is your wedding?"
"August 29th," Keifer replied.
"Okay, I'll get to work on it right away and let you guys know tomorrow," the man said.
With that settled, we headed back to the car and finally drove off to the mall to enjoy the rest of our day.
The End 🌸.
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