2 weeks later

Priscilla Campbell

"When is he coming?" I looked up to see my mom raising her eyebrows.

"Wait mom, he'll be here in 10 minutes" I said.

"You said that 10 minutes ago" she rolled her eyes and now my mouth is shut. She was right.

Where the hell is he!?

I walked out of the cafe and called him. He didn't attend the call and it went straight to voice mail. Gosh! I'm sure mom is not going to like this. I kept trying for few more times before walking back to mom.

"What?"

"I think he might be on his way, he's not picking up the call" I said and she shook her head. She drank up her cold coffee and kept a blank face.

"I'm telling you again Cilla, are you sure he's the one?" She asked again.

Apparently my mom doesn't like Stephen. I don't know the reason but she kept asking me this question continuously. Am I sure he's the one? Do I want to marry him? Will he take care of me?

Of course I want to marry him. He's the one for me. We have been together for years and though he's a little bit busy and kind of an introvert I love him too much to let him go.

"Stop it mom, I love him and yes I'm going to marry him"

"But he's not..." I cut her in the middle.

"Why do you keep finding mistakes in him? It's like you're trying to prove me he's not the perfect one" I snapped at her and she scoffed.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me. He hasn't even asked permission from your father before proposing you and he was going to have a talk with him but I was the one who talked him against it" she said and my eyes widened. I didn't know this.

"Mom I'm sorry" I immediately apologized.

"Cilla, think before you speak. I'm trying to be a supportive mother here but don't you think you're too much into him to see want of his flaws?" She asked and now my lips are sealed. I couldn't answer anything.

"Think about it Cilla. He knows we're about to have this conversation about your wedding today and it's almost am hour since we are waiting here. He should show some efforts too, this should not be a one way thing" she said and I sat quietly. There's nothing I can speak against this.

"Ok, just let this topic go. Try calling him again" she pointed at my phone and I sighed internally. I didn't want to hear a mouthful from her right now. I called him again and this time too he didn't answer. What is his problem?

"Mom I think we should go. I'll talk to him later" I said and she shook her head in disbelief. I didn't expect him not to show up like this. I told him before hand so that he can adjust his schedule but now what's the use!

"Cilla, I'll take a cab. You go straight to your office" she said as we walked out of the cafe.

"No mom, let me drop you"

"No baby, it's ok. Take care and drive safe" she kissed my forehead and called for a taxi. She sat in it and waved to my as she went away. I sighed and got into my car. I drove straight to the resort where I work. I parked my car in the basement and took the lift to go to the office area.

As soon as I reached the floor, I walked straight to my cabin. Suddenly my friend, Stella jumped in front of me with a huge smile.

"So how did it go? When are you getting married? I'm your bridesmaid right?" She was jumping up and down in excitement and I quickly pulled her inside my cabin and shut the door. My face fell and she stopped jumping.

"Priscilla what happened?" She asked.

Walking to the chair, I sat down and rubbed my forehead.

"He didn't come"

"What? Why?" She sat across me and held my hand.

"I don't know, neither did he answer his phone" I let out my disappointment.

There was silence for few minutes until she spoke.

"It's ok girl, arrange a meeting some other time at the evening, so that he won't be busy you know" she said in her excited voice. I love how she makes me get back my energy but not this time.

"Yeah, I'll do that" I said in a flat tone and she nodded.

"Oh cheer up girl" she said and I nodded. She hugged me lightly before walking out. I went back to sit on my chair and tried to concentrate on my work. Suddenly someone knocked on the door and I asked them to come in.

"Your Latte coffee ma'am"

"But I didn't ask for it"

"Stella ma'am asked me to get you this" I smiled and took the drink. I thanked him and he walked out. Sipping the coffee, I looked out through the window. My mom's words started replaying in my mind.

Am I really not seeing his flaws? I love him so much but there should be mutual efforts involved. I know that he's an introvert and never express his feelings but the least he can do is at least message me he wouldn't make it to the lunch with my mom. This made me rethink my decision. I also didn't know he didn't ask my father's permission before proposing me. I never asked him that, so the topic never came up.

Slowly all the past memories came back and I realised it's always me who took the first step. Be it even the slightest thing, I was the one who showed effort and it was like he's always responding to me.

Maybe I'm overthinking?
Or maybe is it true?

Did I rush myself into this?