Eion started his vow. “Do you remember the very first day that we met?”
It was not the usual love at first sight moment. I’ve hated you, not knowing that it was love that I was feeling. We started out as enemies and now, look at us. You have become my lover, my companion, and my best friend. There's no one else I'd want to build a life with. I get to have you by my side, my love, and my wife, for eternity.” Saying that he paused. He was looking at my eyes as he said that. He didn’t have any copy, he then continued,
“You have made me the happiest man in the world today by agreeing to share your life with me. I promise to cherish and respect you. I promise to care for you and protect you. I promise to comfort you and encourage you. I promise to be with you for all of eternity.
Thank goodness I managed to convince Eion to stop by the reception after making out with him in the car.The reception was at Hudson’s villa, where Eion’s childhood friend, Mario was serving. I spotted him and smiled at him. “Glad you’re still working here, Mario.”He bowed a bit, “Even I’m amazed why Eion didn’t fire me. Anyways, I’m wishing you a happy marriage, Ms. Snow.” He then whispered, “I knew you two would end up with each other.” He said with a wink, and before I could even reply, he walked away.“What was that?” Asked Eion when he caught up to me as he was parking the car earlier.“Oh, nothing. It’s Mario being Mario.” I replied.
"What's the deal with you?" I inquired as my gaze locked on his. "We're not even in a relationship." He came to a halt, his emerald eyes peering into my soul from the dimly lit room. "If we are..." he paused, his jaw clenched,"then am I allowed to be angry?" “No way, Eion. I have someone I love already, and he is someone who is always kind to me.” I said to him, wanting to add, "Not like you," but my voice wouldn't let me. "Then say you love me as well," he continued, leaning slightly so that we were both the same height. The air feels different as the tension circulates throughout the room, engulfing and suffocating me.
"I've got to go, Snow," Emma said, grabbing her bag as her shift came to an end and it was now my turn. "Be careful not to irritate your customers." I made a peace sign with my hand in reply, "I can’t promise you that." She simply laughed at my answer and waved at me as she walked away. I'm not going to lie, I have a tendency to irritate people here and there, but only because they irritate me. Don't get me wrong: I'm a nice person. I simply follow my guiding principle of 'Treat me right and you'll be fine, but treat me wrong and you'll cry.' Today's sales seemed to be quite frequent, as the shop was buzzing with activity. A group of teenagers younger than me was occupying a corner of the establishment. They'd been there for almost an hour, bu
With the tone he used to speak down to me in this shop, I couldn't help but go into full beast mode. Be patient. Snow, you need to be patient. "Thank you for your time this afternoon, sir. What exactly do you want?" I asked, a little more cheerfully than usual, trying to keep my rage at bay. "Strawberry ice cream," he demanded. He squared his shoulders as he crossed his arms as if he despised the idea of having to speak at all. I tried to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. Customers who are impatient are a real pain in the neck. And he requested strawberry, which is unusual for a guy to like... guess he has a distinct taste. I shook my head and reached for a cone. "Do you want it topped with anything? Any add-on
“Yes!” she yelled in excitement, almost bouncing her head from too much nodding. Mom's contagious smile infected me at this point. From what I could remember, Aunt Maggie has been my mother's best friend since they were in kindergarten, possibly longer. Mom sent me a smile, "She deserves to be happy after such a long time since her husband's death. And what makes it even happier is that " She trailed off, creating a suspense atmosphere. "Is that? What mom? Please continue!” I said, eager to know it. I was desperate for an answer because I didn't want to wait any longer. &nbs
It's the obnoxious strawberry guy from the store yesterday... There is NO WAY I'm going to ask him for help. But he's my one and only chance. Wouldn't it be a waste of time? I rush over to him, pushing past a few people who appear to have bathed in cologne. He had his hands in his pockets and his face was expressionless until I grabbed hold of him. "What are you-" he exclaimed, surprised. "Please don’t act weirdly. Pretend to be my boyfriend," I said quietly. Strawberry guy, as I call him, stares at me blankly, then looks at the men behind me and then back at me, his face neutral. "No, miss, he's not your boyfriend, he doesn't even know who you are-" the second guy began, but was cut off. "Do you have
Is it just me, or did the shop appear to be a little cooler than usual? With that glare, I feel like I'm going to freeze to death! Oh, no. If I could only match that glare… "Clearly, my name is Snow. It’s already written on my nametag. Why’d you ask?" I retorted. He smirked. "The name isn't right for you; it should be something like Stupid." My eyes widened at that comment. 'You-' "What's your favorite here?" he interrupted me before I could even say anything else.
"Do you mean anything?" he asked. Taking a big gulp, I responded. "Yes...Anything. Anything is possible. Just please don’t fire me!"He gave a sly grin at me, and that made my heartbeat quicken, nervous. Oh no. What in the world have I gotten myself into? I’m dead. I’m not even exaggerating. I’m literally in trouble. “Are you sure about that?" he inquired and I gave a nod to him in answer. "Then turn around, walk away, and stay as far away from me as you can," he said.I came to a halt at that point, knowing exactly what he meant. "Wait, are you making fun of me? Would you like me to leave?"He gave a nod. I blinked at that. Wow. Just wow. I couldn't believe it. Does he even have a heart? How heartless of him. I couldn’t help but laugh at that, wiping away my feigned tears.Strawberry guy looked at me as if I were a bother. "Why are you laughing?" he asked, quite alarmed at my state. "You're going in