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RIVYN'S P.O.V.

"Excuse me, ma'm!"

I shifted and turned under my blanket, facing my back to the stranger. "Miss! Can you please move? My chicken-"

Chicken? Aw fuck, so the chicken wasn't a dream? Groaning, I threw off the blanket and tossed it over the chicken cage in annoyance. "No one cares about your chicken," I mumbled, grabbing my suitcase and purse.

"I'll have you know-"

"I don't want to know!" I snapped, and stalked off, pushing the passengers to the side.

Never wake me up. I get so wound up and cranky, it's not even funny. Unless you're Aunt Darby, you're going to get a full-on cuss to the face bitch. And yes, that would be me.

"Move it!" I hollered, shoving the little kid back into his seat. Flashing a look of his face, I realized it was the boy at the beginning of the ride who caught my hand in my pants. He wailed for his mom, but I quickly shot an, 'shut-up-or-I-kill-you-look' and he clamped his mouth in fear.

Picking up speed, I desperately wanted to get out, finding one person in the way. I shoved the blonde headed passenger to the side, tossing him into his seat. For a moment I thought it was Brian, his hair exactly like his. However, I remembered I thought I saw Brian on the plane at the beginning, but it turned out to be some freckled blonde dude.

Why was I even thinking about him anyways? God, I was forgetting the whole purpose of coming here wasn't I? The captain tipped his hat, and I saluted, fast-walking off the plane. Flying past security, I hailed for a taxi as a heat wave blew my hair back, the surprising weather taking me by shock.

It was already night, and the lanterns around the airport were beautifully lit, this place near the rushing tides of the beach. I checked the large clock through the building window. It was 3:40 in the morning, and I could help but already feel jet-lagged as I changed the time on my phone.

Time was ahead in Bangkok, Thailand, it being 4:40 in the afternoon back in Canada. My legs felt asleep from the cramping position on the plane. Did I forget to mention I hate planes?

'Too bad you have to take another one on the way back,' snickered my conscious.

So this was what it was like in Thailand. I took in a deep breath, and sighed, widening a grin. Fresh air, tropical seas, and crisp sand. Chicken-crap free. Just how I liked it.

A bright yellow taxi pulled out, and I opened the door, lugging with me. Giving the taxi driver a print out copy of the hotel from my purse, he nodded and drove off. Rubbing my head, I watched the famous city of Bangkok brisk by, it not nearly the same as the movies. Kids were still running around, and parents were drinking by their tiny houses, having a good time.

My eyes lazily got heavy, and I massaged my neck, trying to stay awake.

Perfect. Everything was going as planned. All I had to do was get a taxi, check in my hotel and sleep for-

Eight bloody hours! What? I double-checked the invitation, and felt like pulling at my hair. The wedding was at eleven in the morning?! I probably had to get their early so that's seven hours... It would take me about another hour to get dressed... actually, make that two.

Five. I had five hours to get some shut eye.

I groaned, and slapped my forehead. Slowly dragging my hand down, I watched as we pulled up the glass hotel, large palm trees dancing with the nice breeze. Promising bags under my eyes would likely show up tomorrow which would make me look like a zombie. Wonderful.

"Thank god I have no one to impress at the wedding," I considered, and handed the driver some money, thanking him in English.

Probably not able to understand, he yanked the cash and sped out, his job done. Gee, hoped not everyone here was like him, I thought, spinning through the doors.

My breath caught as I walked into a beautiful grand entrance, the golden chandelier that hung above shedding a dazzling light. A large metal fountain was sputtering, and soft velvet seating's were in the corner.

Did I hit jackpot or what?! "May I help you?" asked a lady, her silky honey hair pulled into a tight bun. She wore a plain black suit, white gloves matching her cute hair clip.

Impressed by her amazing English, I nodded and handed her the invite. My eyes wandered to the walls, and I noticed a pattern of angels, laying peacefully on a cloud, it a pillow that looked too good to pass up....

"Miss? I said can you follow me?" waved the women, and I snapped up right, pinching my wrist to awaken.

"Sorry," I flushed, "just tired. And please, continue." She nodded, and guided me to the glass elevator and took me to a floor. It was hard to focus on the bright letters, and I rubbed my eyes again, trying to see what was going on.

I yawned as we stepped out, and I didn't even notice the lady was carrying my stuff. "How sweet..." I distantly said, and she shot me a puzzled look.

Next thing I knew, a door opened and the sound of my bags dropping echoed in a loud thump. "Here's your room miss," perked the lady, closing the door behind her.

"Mmhmm," I nodded, yawned again, my body stumbling. Attempting to survey the room, everything was a blur and I decided to do it tomorrow.

Drifting to what looked like a bed, I collapsed, and the spongy feeling enclosed around my body. Rolling to the pillows, I cast myself around the blankets, pulling them from their neat state. Breathing out one last yawn, I squished my face into the pliable covers, and fell into darkness.

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Heeeeyyy, sexy lady! Whop, whop, whop, wh-

"What the fuck?" I groaned, and rolled, turning my attention. "Gagh!" I came slamming down on the wooden floor, my face hitting first.

Yanking my phone from my pocket, it took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the light. Was that a four? No. It can't be. Spinning my phone, I blinked, and immediately bolted up.

"9:30!" I screamed, ready to pull my hair.

Running to the bathroom, I quickly hopped in the shower, having the quickest wash I had ever done. Brushing my teeth, I jumped over the bed, and dashed straight to my suitcase. Flipping over the lid, I gapped and dropped the brush. Panic rose, and heat buzzed up my neck, my stomach churning.

I dumped the whole bag, "No, no, no! You got to be in here!?" Scavenging through, I came up with no dress. Where did it go? Did I forget to back it?

Remembering just a couple of hours ago, before I left Canada, Aunt Darby's face peeked through my room. 'Your dress is at the cleaners, remind yourself to pick it up in an hour!' she sang as I tossed a pair of jeans in the suitcase. 'Yeah, yeah! I'll remember!' I had called, shooing her off.

"God dammit!" I screamed, throwing a shirt at the wall. What was I suppose to wear? I quickly checked Google Maps on my phone for a dress shop nearby, but none were close. On second thought, not everything was going out as planned.

Checking the time, I bit my nails. 9:50. Grabbing the pair of white jeans, and the most formal camisole I could find in the heap of clothes, I did my makeup and stuffed a couple of bucks in my cleavage along with my phone. The last thing I needed was to get my purse stolen. Now that would have sucked.

Dashing to the elevator, I rapidly pressed the down button, my patience running very low. "Work, you stupid elevator!" I whined, and frowned to see the out of order sign. "Are you kidding?"

I spiralled to the nearest staircase and was beating sweat as I reached the foyer. "Hello Miss!" called the same lady who helped me out yesterday, but I continued to run out the hotel, reaching the streets.

"Taxi!" I hollered, waving my hands like a mad lady. A bright yellow taxi pulled up and I sighed, hopping in. I told the driver the wedding address and wiped the sweat off my brow as we went underway.

10: 00. I could make it. I could make it. I could-

Honk! Honk! Honk!

The car jerked to a stop, and I slammed into the head rest. "Why did we stop?!" The man pointed up ahead, and my jaw dropped. Traffic was lined up, all the different sizes of transportation packed like sardines in a can. Bikes, trucks, vans, sport cars, motorcycles, scooters, you name it. All squished in a tiny road. Citizens of Bangkok were strolling around the vehicles like this was a normal day. I stuck my head out the window, and the farther I looked, the traffic got longer and longer. There was no way I could make it to the wedding at this rate. Snatching a wad of cash, not really giving a damn how much it was, I threw the driver the money, and hustled out the door.

"Excuse me! Move! Out of my way!" Hot bodies rubbed against me as I slipped around hundreds of people, my body radiating heat from all the movement. My breaths short, my head began to hurt as I ventured further.

Then I saw it. About a five minute distance from where I was, was a large dome, elephant statues big as a house standing by the front. 10:25.

Suddenly, someone snatched my arm, and I screamed. Unfortunately, no one stopped to look with all the noise and I spun around. A selling-merchandise man said something, but I scrunched my brows, unable to understand. "I'm sorry, but I have to go!" I insisted, but he quickly pointed to my butt.

About to slap that pervert upside the head, I realized what he was saying. Right on the crack of my ass was a large red splotch, it standing out like freaking six-legged dog. And I was wearing white. White jeans. I had my period in white fucking jeans before a wedding. What was happening?!

"Here!" English?! The man held what looked to be a hula skirt. I stuffed a couple of bills in his other offering hand and grabbed the grass garment.

Not even taking what the hell this skirt was made out of-besides the long grass-I slipped it over my jeans, and rushed towards the building. My legs ached as I approached, and beads of sweat dripped down my back. Every part of my body was in pain, and I could only pump harder.

Everything was soon a blur, and I staggered at the front of the hotel, leaning on the elephant statue. I took a moment to catch my breath, my heart hammering as my ears rang.

Soft hands landed on my shoulder, and I wasn't able to see who it was, my vision still weary. "Rivyn?"

"Ye-ye-yeah?" I heavily huffed, resting my hands on my waist.

"Oh Rivyn! It's Mrs. Danforth! Can you hear me?" I meekly nodded, and let her guide me somewhere. The temperature immediately cooled as the sound of spinning doors echoed. "No, no! She's fine. Let me take her in!"

"Are you sure, Mrs. Danforth?" called a sweet voice, their voice young.

"Aw, yes Kelly. Thank you dear, but I'll take her."

Hands sat me down on a chair, and I threw my head back, shutting my eyes. Water came to my cracked lips and I gulped it down until it was snatched away. "Dear, you have to drink it slow or you'll get sick."

Not even giving a nod, I took the glass and obeyed, my throat aching for more. "So you mind telling me what you're doing, running all the way here?" asked Mrs. Danforth.

I took another sip, and blinked, gradually getting my eyesight. The first thing I took in was a bright, vibrant orange colour. Blinking again, I breathed a, "Wow," as I gazed at Mrs. Danforth. She was wearing one of those Bollywood outfits, it dragging to the floor at the back. The outfit clashed with her white skin, but the look seemed to work. Gold embroidery was around the waist line, and her auburn hair was done up in a tight bun, a small braid crawling up to the side. A beautiful golden butterfly clip was in the back, the pattern matching her flats.

"You like?" she smiled, and did a little spin. I held my forehead, my brain spinning as well. She chuckled, and leaned over, taking my empty glass. "Sorry. I'm just so excited."

I placed my hand on my thigh, "You should be. You're getting married!"

She sighed, "I know." She placed her hand on my temple, "but your health is important right now. Can you stand up?"

Chewing my lip, I gathered my strength and slowly raised, her hands supporting my elbow. Nearly falling forward, she caught me and checked my pulse. "You should be fine," she stated, giving me another assuring squeeze.

"I do hope so," I weakly grinned, and her gaze trailed down my hideous outfit. "Long story." She gave a lopsided smile, and I made my way to a large mirror. Taking one glimpse around the space, I noticed we were in the changing room, makeup lined up along the tables along with pins and sewing needles.

My eyes ogled as I stared into my reflection. "I'm surprised I didn't' just crack your mirror," I joked. The usual straight strands of hair were spiked in different directions, knots looking like bird nests. My face was deeply flushed, and tints of wind burn surrounded my cheeks. My red camisole had some sort of stain down the side, and don't even get me started on the grass skirt, let alone the white-actually, it was more of a muddy brown-jeans. The interest of pulling down the hula skirt wasn't even an option.

"You're lucky I chose you to be my maid of honour," chuckled Mrs. Danforth, and I spun around.

"Oh no, Louise! Please! I can't take such an important role-"

"Darling, the dress is hanging behind the couch. You're the one who made this whole wedding possible, and I want you to be with me at the front. Without you, I wouldn't be here," she smiled. I nearly cried, and my own eyes became watery.

Embracing me into a hug, she quickly pulled back as she remembered what I was wearing. We both laughed, and she dusted herself off. "The pads should be in the linen closet by the window. Feel free to use the make-up around her. Your bouquet is in the vase as well."

I took in the fancy line of products, all expensive brands of cosmetics. "Thank you," I beamed, and she winked.

"Just don't take too long. You have a wedding to lead in an hour. All the guests have arrived at eleven, and the ceremony will start at twelve. When you're done getting ready, you can mingle in the garden, at the end of the hall outside. Everyone will be there. My niece, Kelly, will find you to get your ready in your positions."

I nodded, "Just wondering, is there going to be anyone around my age?" I could just picture meeting a cute boy here, someone completely opposite of Brian. Soft, sensitive, kind, caring, genuine and (fingers crossed), still a virgin. Then I quickly realized it was Louise's special day, not mine. About to take it back, she let out a friendly laugh.

"My husband has a nephew around your age. He's quite a handful though, but very handsome and strong at heart. A real softy as well." She raised a brow, "If you want, I could arrange you two-"

"No! I can't believe I just asked you that! It's your day today. Please, go enjoy yourself," I insisted, and she shrugged.

"Suit yourself. Dashing that man is though. I'm sure you'll easily find him."

I watched as she shut the door, leaving me alone. Taking in a deep breath, I found a shower and took a quick wash, making sure to put a pad on. Drying off, I applied a coconut scented cream, and was relieved I had waxed a few days ago. Blow drying my hair, I curled the chocolate strands, and applied a layer of lipstick.

Outlining my eyes with a thin line of black, I powdered a simple rose colour along my cheekbones and put a tiny bit of mascara. Satisfied, I went around the couch and picked up the dress.

"Oh my," I breathed.

BRIAN'S P.O.V.

I knew it was her. It had to be! The converse shoes, the violent push during the landing on Thailand, and the amazing scent she seemed to have. It was her. She was here!

"But why?" I questioned, sitting on the white plastic chair. Ladies in large vivid hat's walked around with a martini in hand, laughing about who knows what. I had to hand it to Uncle Charlie; he sure knew how to put together a wedding. The theme was Bollywood, and lively lanterns hung, many statues of elephants sitting everywhere. Many bouquets of orange roses were peeking everywhere and the cake was circled by thousands of them.

Although the brilliant scenery was breathtaking, nothing could distract me from Rivyn. Yes, this trip was supposed to distract myself from her, but she was in Thailand! In Bangkok to be more specific! At the same time as me!

I racked my brain for reasons, but came up dead.

"What's the matter, little nephew?" laughed Charlie, his big body surprising slimmed down with the tight black suit. An orange rose was clipped to the side, and his dirty blonde hair was slicked back, eyes the same multi-coloured as mine. His best man, one of this best friends in high school wore the identical flower, it a signature for the wedding. I was a little disappointed I wasn't chosen to be his best man, but I was technically only here to take my mom's place. Everything was probably all arranged before I told Uncle Charlie I was coming instead.

I shrugged, and he pulled up a seat. "There's this girl..."

"A girl?" he chortled, and slapped his knee. "She hot?"

"Smoking."

He rubbed his small stub, "You got her pregnant?"

I snorted, "No."

"She a werewolf?"

"No."

"You kidnapped her from an insane sex-trading billionaire?"

"No!"

"She a prostitute?"

"Charlie!"

"Sorry," he sheepishly grinned, "but I don't understand what the problem is."

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, "We broke up."

He burst into laughter, and I shot a glare. "That's it?" he breathed, shaking his head. "Kiddo, you've broken many hearts so why is this one-" He paused. "Oooohhh. You've found her, huh?"

My nose wrinkled, and I scrunched my brows. "Who?"

"The girl who's willing to kick your ass and isn't afraid of your dick."

"Excuse me?" I asked. Sometimes I never really understood Uncle Charlie, but those were one of the best things about him. Things he said were just damn funny.

Running his hand over the shiny hair, he licked his lips. "You love her?"

"Unfortunately," I sighed, "and I can't even believe I'm saying that. My mom doesn't really like her though."

"Ha, join the club," he clapped, slapping my shoulder. "But look at Louise and I! We're getting married and Louise's mom hates me! Son, she hates me so bad, she wants to cut off my head and put it next to her dead moose on her wall. Now," he leaned closer, "something tells me my sister-your mom, wouldn't hate this girl as worse as Louise's mom. Am I correct?"

I tried to picture my mom chasing Rivyn with an axe, eyes thirsty for her head, but I shivered instead. "I guess you're right."

"Then don't let anything stop you from letting her leave. Listen, sonny boy. You know that quote your dad used to tell you long ago?"

"How could I forget? If you love something, set it free?"

"Bullshit. It's all bullshit." He beamed at my baffled face. "If you love someone, and they love you back, they wouldn't give shit if they were set free. They'll follow you, wherever you go. Coincidentally or not. Fate is what drove me to this day."

"Fate?" I joked. "Seriously?"

"I'm serious. An attractive lassie stopped Louise's plane when I was running down the runway. It was the day of the proposal and I knew I couldn't let the love of my life leave. She loved me. I loved her. I had to follow her." He threw his hairy arms behind his back. "I couldn't imagine not living without Louise."

"Man, you're old," I chuckled. Forming a puzzled look, I explained, "Old people are wise. Young people are stupid."

He coaxed a goofy grin, "And that makes you..."

"Stupid."

"Stupid in love," teased Charlie as he rolled the last word on his tongue. I punched his arm, and he chuckled again, shaking his head. "I never thought you'd fall in love, Brian."

"And you said you'd never get married," I added.

"True, true."

Then a crazy theory popped in my mind. It was definitely one of those one in a million chances, and I thought I already used up my luck when finding Rivyn in the police car, back in Canada. "Hey Charlie, by any chance, do you know a DeLor?"

He stared up at the sky, and I could literally see the gears turning in his head. The anticipation grew as seconds passed, the loud chatters around silencing in my mind as I itched for an answer.

It suddenly felt hot in this black suit, and I tapped my foot, time slowing as Charlie was still processing. What if she was here? What would I do? Would I say hi? Would I kiss her? Would I avoid her? Would I ask for forgiveness again? But how would Rivyn know my uncle?

That was a good question. My hopes deflated like a popped balloon, and I realized that was impossible. Out of all the people in the world, how was it that Rivyn DeLor met Charlie Danforth?

"I think Kelly has the list of guests..." He laughed, "You were right. I am getting old." Not responding, he studied my face. "Why? You fancy this DeLor chic?"

"Terribly," I admitted. What was going on with me? I never told my feelings to anyone! Then again, I was young. And young people were stupid.

"So you think she's here?"

"Fingers crossed."

He stroked his small stub again, "Hm. So you think she's the one?" I could only nod from spilling any other deep feelings. "You want to win her heart again?" I grew a weak smile. "You know how?"

I rubbed the back of my neck, my palms unexpectedly clammy. God, I was nervous just thinking about her. "Not really..."

Snapping his fingers as soon as the words left my mouth, I was unsure whether I was supposed to be scared or content. Some plans of Charlie were good...and bad. Mostly bad and the category of romance never really ended well.

Grabbing me by the forearm, he yanked me up and flashed his perfect teeth. "Sonny boy, big papa's got an idea. But," he poked my chest, "you sure you really want her? After this, there's no backing out."

I gulped, the words, 'no backing out' pounding in my mind. Was she? Did I really want Rivyn?

Without question, I silently snorted to myself. "Let's get the hell on with this plan," I grinned.

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