Xeria’s P.O.V

The photoshoot ended before dusk, and the sky was also looking exceptionally beautiful today, like a pink and yellow sky. I think that's why they scheduled it at that time.

"Your parents are going to think that I'm going to starve you with me, so have dinner with me today, ok?" Khaos says, walking beside me in the garden.

After he walked off, I helped Potato get out of his tuxedo, but before I could change, Khaos asked me to accompany him.

"Are you going to move in with me?" He asks.

"No," I bluntly reply, wrapping my arms around myself. It is getting cold now.

"I'm leaving tomorrow." he states, offering me his jacket, which he was carrying with him.

"That's good; at least I will be free from some drama." I smile, accepting the jacket.

Oh, the material is really nice; that's why he is always wearing these suits.

"And I have work here; till I figure out how to adjust everything, I will be staying here only." I add.

Or never; I will find a way until then to get away from you.

"You know you should just discard these thoughts." he chuckled, halting and pulling his hair back and then holding them.

"What thoughts?" I ask him, taking a dramatic turn to look at him.

"The same thoughts in which you think that you will get away from all this," he smirks.

"What makes you think that these are just thoughts?"

"I will put them into action, don't you worry," I retort, stepping towards him until we are inches apart.

"Futile efforts," he says, sliding his hands in his pockets and then leaning in.

"It must feel really bad losing, right, but develop a habit now; it's going to be like that from now on." I whisper in his ears, tip-toeing.

~

It was Saturday today, and I drove over to Quentin's place with Potato.

"How was it?" He asks, holding out the game controller to me.

"We need to think about a way to get away from all this." I say, pushing the keys.

"How much time do we have?"

"Like, when is your wedding scheduled?" He asks me, and I wonder when that is going to be.

I mean, looking back at the series of events, I had literally no control over any of them.

I did as I was asked to do. It's been what, like, four days since the shoot, and I haven't talked to Khaos ever since.

"It's Jake's wedding today." Quentin says, munching on the nacho.

"Are we invited?" I ask him, taking his bowl of nachos from him.

"Tarquin is attending." He says, snatching the bowl back.

Tarquin is Quentin's friend, the same age as us. I don't know much about him, but from the two-three times I have met him, he's one of the sweetest guys, unlike the ones I'm surrounded with.

"But I have an invitation too." Quentin announces.

"I also have it; you know, I'm acquainted with the bride's father." I tell him, and he gives me a wow look.

"Then what're we waiting for? "Let's go," He exclaims, standing up and taking the game controller from my hands.

"Quentin, we're not in school anymore." I groan, taking the controller back.

"Come on, Xeria, show him that you're over him, and I'm really tired doing all the paper work and meetings. I want some change." He insists, sitting beside me and swinging his arms over my shoulder.

"And this is the change you want." Moving his arm away, I ask him, and he nods like a little kid.

"So, let's go and get changed." He announces, dragging me away with him.

And this is how I'm here, in Quentin's car, driving to my ex's wedding, who dumped me like a week ago.

"It is going to be fine Xeria, so stop with the long face." He says while driving the car.

"Tell me, why're you so excited?"

"Are you going there to look for a date for yourself?" I ask, looking at him.

Well, here's the thing: Quentin doesn't like being in a relationship or having one; he has been single, all this time, so I wonder that he's finally coming out of his shell now.

"No way." He disagrees, looking back on the road.

After half an hour, we arrive at our destination. It's a beachside wedding—classic Jake.

Everyone greets us as we enter the venue, picking up small talk here and there.

The ceremony was over by the time we reached there, which is a good thing, and now people are moving for the reception.

The reporters and the media are also invited. Well, of course, it's a business wedding; they have to let the world know, but I'm glad that I didn't cross paths with neither Jake nor Janice, but I did greet her father.

I have been looking for Quentin for a while now; he excused himself for a minute, and it's been 30 minutes now.

As I walk through the tables, I see Quentin at a distance talking to a blonde.

Who's she?

Walking forward to reach out to him. I bump into someone midway.

Not again; this is getting annoying now.

Well, at least it can be a different person now.

"Sorry, I—but no, they were the same gray eyes.

"Why're you everywhere?" I ask, tucking the loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Well, this time you're in my city," He says, feigning a smile when a camera flashes on my face.

"Xeria, ma'am, are you engaged?" The reporter asks.

Oh no! 

I'm wearing the other ring; I didn't take it off, and why am I standing so close to this idiot?

Did he just smile, realizing that our picture was being clicked?

"We should get out of here." He says, taking my hand and pulling me out of there.

"Hey, what are you doing?" "If we don't clear up the misunderstanding, they're going to think it's true." I grumble, loosening his grip on my hand.

"What misunderstanding, Beryl?" He smirks, and I know that look. He has done all of this on purpose.

"Oh hi, Xeria," I hear someone call, and it is Janice, and with her, it's Jake.

"Congratulations!" I say, smiling.

"Oh, and you're here with?" Janice asks, eyeing my hand, which is clasped in Khaos's.

"We're in a bit of a hurry," Khaos says.

As we walk past the newlyweds, looking back, I see Jake staring back at me and nodding his head in dismissal.

"I can't believe that you just did this." I fume, freeing my hand.

"What?"  

"You can keep it private all you want; no one is asking you to do anything,l." He says, opening the car's door.

"Yes, I will," I snap back.

"Xeria!" I hear Quentin running towards me from a distance.

"What just happened there?" He asked, huffing.

"Everyone is talking about you getting engaged to Khaos and that you were wearing a really plain ring." He goes on, looking at me and then at Khaos.

Of course, the ring is the issue here.

"Ask him," I say, looking at the culprit, who was just leaning on the car.

"Khaos." He says, extending his hand to Quentin.

"Quentin." He replies, shaking his hand.

"We're not here for a meet and greet ceremony, you two." I snap, and the two of them straighten up.

"It's mayhem there; your news is shadowing their whole wedding." Quentin says, running his hand through his hair.

Khao's phone begins to ring, interrupting Quentin.

"Yes, Mr. Louis." He answers the call, and I and Quentin exchange a glance.

"Don't worry, I will take care of it." He replies and then hangs up.

"Why did dad call you?" I ask him.

Why did Dad call him and not me?

"The news has already reached your parents; people are already contacting them." He replies sighing.

"I'm going back with Quentin; make the announcement," I tell him, and I turn around to leave with Quentin.

"Are you sure?" His voice comes, and nodding my head, I walk away.