"So... What are you guys doing for the wedding?" The more I try to avoid this question the more people ask. And now here my uncle (my mother's brother) Mr Martin had asked it while we were conversing. He had been back to France after many years all thanks to Marie's wedding. She had tried to run away once, although it ended up failing. But maybe she needs to watch out for him as he decided to give all his property to Marie since he didn't have kids and his wife left him because he was impotent.
"We were just looking for a wedding planner," I replied faking a smile.
"Oh great, well you might want to see the wedding planner who planned my friend's son's wedding. she's been planning weddings for seven years now. Well experienced." My
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She sounded like a pretty experienced person, I couldn't risk getting a low experienced wedding planner, it was about getting property after all.
No one in my family really gave a damn about that sixty-eight-year-old pervert man Martin, we just had to keep him pleased so that he would sign his will.
Although in front of him we had to respect him, he didn't really do any good to us all these years but maybe he decided to change, we didn't care. We just needed his property.
"Vanessa Eloise Kingston." He replied. I wasn't paying attention to him until now.
"Sorry?" I asked.
"Vanessa Eloise Kingston, her name." He repeated.
I couldn't react for once. Not sure how I was supposed to react. I was rather shocked. I always knew that my fiancée couldn't just leave me alone, trying to save me from my enemies she was never founded again. She is the only reason that my family and I are here today, alive. But I knew one day she'll return, I'll find
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I was so happy, I had a laughing fit all of a sudden. I had been looking for her since eleven years. Eleven years! When everyone believed she died I didn't give up, I investigated about her but unfortunately one day the inspector also told me that it wasn't going to work and that I was only wasting our time.
But if she was alive why did she disappear without a trace?
Why didn't she let us know?
After years of trying hard to find her, we assumed she was dead!
She could have informed us!
My eyes were starting to tear up. I had no control over my emotions.
I never got to confess my feelings for her... Another reason I hate this man Martin sitting right in front of me in my sister's mansion. Well technically it's her husband's mansion but since they both are married everything he owns is hers.
So many emotions I had been feeling at the moment I just couldn't stop smiling.
"Is everything okay?" Mr Martin asked.
"No, but it will be very soon, I promise," I mumbled.
"Give me her work address," I said excitedly.
"You can meet her at a cafe, that's her go to place for coffee. She'll be there at nine AM." Mr Rubin said
"Have you been stalking her?" I asked furrowing in confusion.
"No. She told me recommending me the place. I'll text you the address, her friend owns the