It's been exactly two weeks since the day of the 'incident' at the mall and luckily nobody but Romeo and I know what really happened that day. I doubt anyone would care, because it seems like a really small issue compared to the major things happening in the world today, I mean, I'm sure people go through things that are worse, and I'm sure I'll get over it. Which is why I asked Romeo to keep it between him and I.

Speaking of Romeo, I haven't spoken to him ever since that day either. Nor have we seen each other. It's weird, because I thought things were fine between us and I thought that maybe we didn't hate each other. But I guess I thought wrong. He's most probably avoiding me because he's so disgusted in me. He probably thinks I'm a whore, just like my father always said I am. I mean I understand, but it still hurts a bit. But I try not to let it affect me, and spend my time distracting myself with doing various activities with The girls. Fun fact: all of the girls and I are extremely close now and we spend almost every second of every day with each other, except for when they're at school.

I've also been getting extremely bad nightmares, to the point that I physically have to scream myself awake just to get out of my lucid dream. And I must be deluded, because sometimes I think I hear someone's footsteps outside my door, listening over me to see if I'm okay. Maybe not, but I'd like to think that someone cares.

Anyways, yesterday, one of the maids told me that there would be a wedding planner coming over today to help me find all the essentials needed for a wedding. I mean it's not like Romeo and I's wedding is a wedding derived from love, but if it's the only wedding I'm going to have in my life, I might as well do it the way I want to do it.

So, after finishing breakfast all the girls except Valentina say that they've got homework that they need to do and they go upstairs whilst, I take Amara with me to my room to help me choose an outfit for our wedding planning today (Amara's coming along because I'm not sure where Romeo and I stand right now and I don't necessarily want to be alone with a random wedding planner I don't know).

Amara and I both agreed on the outfit I should wear. I am wearing a beautiful, elegant white satin, mesh V-neck bodysuit (which - according to Amara - make my tits look delicious, as I'm a bigger chested girl) with some amazing brown, latex trousers which accentuate my curves and ass. I also topped it off with some gold necklaces, my small chuncky hoop earrings and some gold rings too. I also put my hair up in a sleek high-ponytail.

Amara said she wanted to do my makeup because I let her wear my clothes for today. She finishes and it looks amazing.

"Thanks Ami. I love it!" I blow her a kiss and usher her out as she was ready before me.

As we go downstairs, we hear an unknown voice, I'm guessing, the wedding planner's.

When Tina and I make it downstairs, a girl around my age whipped her head around to scrutinise me and plaster a fake as fuck smile on her face.

I make my way towards her and she looks at me up and down, so I choose to put on my ice queen façade and do the same back to her. Two can play at that game bitch.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Tilly." She puts her hand out for Amara to shake, "you'll make a very pretty bride. I already have so many ideas from just looking at you."

"Uh, I'm not the bride." Amara says confusedly.

"I'm the bride," I put my hand out for her to shake, almost as if I'm mocking her "nice to meet you too Tilly." I say plastering a smile as fake as hers on my face.

She takes a moment to look down at my hand and completely ignores it as she speaks "we should get going. The first venue is quite far from here." She says in a screechy voice and turns around whilst flipping her hair in my face and trying to strut but miserably failing.

As she makes her way out of the door, Amara and I glance as each other and roll our eyes. This isn't our first rodeo with a bimbo bitch thinking they're better than us.

"What the fuck is her issue?" I ask, bewildered.

"God knows. But she seems familiar, I'm not sure where from, though." Ami says thoughtfully.

Huh. Weird.

We make our way out of the door to see Tilly in her car and we make our way to my Arabian grey, Lamborghini aventador and got in. We followed her car and drive for about an hour until we got there. It was pretty useless considering I didn't really like the venue.

After looking around 5 other venues, I chose the one that I instantly fell in love with as soon as I entered.

When we got back home - home. Shit, I'm making myself comfortable aren't I - Amara and I left Tilly downstairs with one of the maids and made our way upstairs to our separate rooms to change. I change into something simple yet elegant.

Making my way downstairs, I hear strange noises coming from the room I just walked past. Upon further inspection, I realise that it's Romeo's office (the girls gave me a tour last week so I know the rough whereabouts of everything considering this house is huge). As I go closer to the door, the strange noises became louder. In my peripheral vision, I can see Amara (still in the same outfit) approaching and I quickly put my index finger to my mouth, telling her to be quite and listen. She comes closer and puts her ear to the soundproof door. All of a sudden we hear a loud overdramatised moan, bellowing throughout most of this wing of the house.

Valentina and I look at one another, gobsmacked and disgusted, as another loud moan fills the hallway.

I can't believe this. I mean, I know he doesn't give two shits about me, and that he just pitied me two weeks ago and that's why he helped me, and I know we're meant to hate each other, but I thought that maybe, just maybe, by the end of this, we'd at least be able to become friends. Sounds like I was fucking wrong.

I mean how stupid could I be to actually think that he'd stay faithful to me just before we'd get married, as well as whilst we're married. I guess I was just hoping for an ounce of loyalty and respect, but it seems like my feelings are meaningless to him, and I guess that's what hurts the most.

I can see Amara's eyes widen and then narrow in anger "Stupido culo cazzo puttana [stupid ass fucking whore]." She mutters, directing it at her brother.

All of a sudden, the noises stop and we hear a belt buckle being fastened and heels clacking against the hardwood floor. And before Ami and I can realise that we're about to get caught eve's dropping, the door swings open and-

Oh God. I knew she was giving off unnecessarily bitchy vibes. Someone kill me. Preferably now.

Tilly - the fucking wedding planner - screeches when she sees us, making Romeo's head jolt upwards. His beautiful hazel eyes clash with my ocean-blue ones, not a trace of remorse or regret lingering in his gaze. Great. So he doesn't even give a shit that he's soon going to make a vast commitment to me in a couple of days but he gives a shit about pleasuring other women. Am I that embarrassing for him to not want to even talk to me?

God, I hate myself.

He hates me too doesn't he? And he'd be right to, because I guess my father was right when he drilled the fact that I was a useless, pathetic whore into my mind and that my soon-to-be-husband believes that too.. Ugh why do-

I was cut off by the bitch. Should I just knock her out and drag her the fuck out?