Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 39

4 years ago

Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 39

My jaw dropped and quickly closed my mouth. I need luck?! How rude! “Not as much as you do!” I retorted before walking away from him. I swear I heard him chuckle though, which made my hands itch to slap him.

I surveyed the spacious sitting room and decided to find my first victim. I guess I could cheat and just jot down twenty random numbers but I wasn’t a cheater. I played with the rules not against it. As I started walking aimlessly around the room, a voice startled me. “Hey pretty lady.”

A silly grin spread over my face. My first victim! I turned around slowly and looked him in the eye. His face was covered by a Venetian black mask and his blonde hair stuck out messily …
“Keith,” I said, rolling my eyes at the same time. “What are you doing?”

He chuckled. “I just figured you need some help. Now, do you want my number or what?”
Realising that it was acceptable for Keith to give me his number made me beam. “Sure thing, although I already have it …”

“Yeah, just add it to the list of numbers,” Keith said with a shrug. “Anyway, I better leave you to it. You should go outside by the way. There would be many guys outside wanting to dance with you.”

I nodded and thanked Keith for giving me the advice. After a few more minutes of talking, I headed outside to where the heart of the party was. A band was playing on a stage and a mega-large dance floor had been set up. There were benches off on the side where people sat and watched others dance or the band perform.
I approached the dance floor with some confidence and caught the eye of a guy. I gave him a smile and he smiled back, so I decided to head over to him. “Hello there,” I murmured, with my head tilted to the side.

“Why hello beautiful,” he said as his eyes skimmed over my body. Creep. “May I know your name?”

I shook my head and hesitantly grabbed his hand. “Why don’t we just dance?” I suggested. My heart was beating fast and I tried to ignore it. I ended up dancing with a few more guys and I got all of their numbers.

After the sixth guy, I was pretty much tired and I really didn’t feel like dancing anymore. I took a seat on one of the benches and sighed. I could see Clara dancing with Aiden and Veronica heading out over to the dance floor in a mini black dress with Henry next to her, conversationally talking. My body burned with what seemed like anger. Why was he hanging out with her if he was
engaged ?

After a few minutes of watching them talk, Henry’s eyes wandered around and met mine. My cheeks flushed as he smirked at me. I somehow knew he was smirking because I was just sitting around and not getting any numbers. Huffing, I glanced around and for some odd reason, the band playing onstage caught my eye.
On stage …

That was it! It was the perfect way to show Henry I was the winner! I just prayed to god it worked.
I pushed myself up from the bench and headed over towards the stage. I could feel people’s curious eyes on me as I went up the small steps onto the stage. The singer looked at me out of the corner of the eye and frowned. But impressively, he kept singing. The song was nearly ending anyway so I waited patiently until they did, and once they did and everyone stopped clapping, I headed over to the singer.
“What are you doing?” He asked with a panicked look on his face.

I gave him a winning smile and decided to put one of Natasha’s tips into action. I put a hand on his arm lightly and murmured, “Do you think I could borrow the mic for second?

Please ?”

He blinked and after a few seconds of studying me, he agreed. I beamed and took over, to everyone’s bewilderment. I could see Veronica’s face looking like it was about to burst from anger, Henry looking suspicious and Natasha and Keith grinning excitedly. I gave him a wink, took the microphone into my own hands and called out, “Hey everyone!”