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"Sorry," he said, walking out, without waiting for me to reply.

How dare he do that to me and gets away with just a sorry!

I spin around and hiss at his back, "You idiotic jerk." My eyes throwing daggers at his back.

He stills and veered around, pointing a finger at his chest, "Are talking to me?" he asks.

"Yes, you foolish man," I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Idiotic jerk? Foolish man? Impressive," he smirks, raising his eyebrows, clearly amused

"Shut up, you creep. You first spilled your coffee all over me and now you think you can get away saying a simple word as sorry," I yell, pointing an accusing finger at him.

He strolls toward me, bringing his perfectly sculpted body to my attention as I notice a hint of astonishment in his green eyes. He has the same green eyes like his.

"Cupcake, sorry isn't a simple word. It indicates the humbleness and regret of a person. For me, it is a life-changing word," he asserts, snapping me out of my daze as I divert my eyes from his perfect body to his handsome face.

"I am not here to listen to your stupid lectures. Amend your mistake."

There was a huge crowd watching our debate and some were even filming it. I was left surprised by the sudden attention and got a little anxious about it.

"A redhead. I understand your anger issues," he implies with a smirk.

"You are a moron," I pipe, temporarily forgetting about everyone surrounding us.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and gave me another of his amused looks.

"You are the first person who has insulted me that too three times on the same day. I have never been cursed this much in my whole life."

"That's the reason you are so ill-mannered," I state, crossing my arms to cover my wet chest.

"Why are you acting like my Mom?" he frowns, his eyes fixated at my face, trying to decipher me.

"Congratulations, Mr. Moron, you got a new mother. Now you won't be Mr. Moron anymore if you do as I advise you to do," I taunt, and his smirk, instead of diminishing, grew even wider.

What the hell is this man up to?

"What?" I snap at him, ignoring the gasps that I got from the people around us, who seemed to grow in number after every few seconds.

He pushes his hands inside the pockets of his jacket. "Feisty, aren't we?" he teased.

"At least not a dumbo like you," I mock back and was greeted with his melodious and infectious laughter.

It is one of those sounds that made one want to laugh along but not at that moment. I am too mad at him to laugh with him.

"Sir!" A group of men calls out, standing in front of the crowd. They were all dressed in the same attire; some kind of uniform.

Where have I seen these people?
I start to think and my eyes fall on the crowd which the same group of men controlled and I am once again stunned.

What is happening here? Why are these people surrounding us?

I am surely not that entertaining to make these people enticed by my little controversy.

I look up at Mr. Moron, who is involved in an intense conversation with one of the ten men who had reached him.

Hiding my face behind my bag, I slowly slip out of everyone's attention.

"Nice meeting you, Miss Feisty Redhead," he yells at my back while I glare at a man who heard him calling that to me and is grinning at me.

"Moron," I scoff, making my way to my house.

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I am standing in front of my home. My home. It isn't my home, it is my father's house and even after him, it still won't be mine.

Why? Because I am his useless daughter. A daughter who was ready to leave them at a young age because she had fallen in love with a boy.

I let a tear slide down my face as I recalled the words spoken by my family when I had told them about my break up with him.

"You are useless!"

They might have been my family by blood but they never accepted me as their daughter and after that day neither did I.

Wiping my face, with the cuff of my baggy sweatshirt, I enter the house.

I hear a squeal and I am immediately engulfed in a hug. Daisy is jumping up and down holding me tightly as if we have met after centuries.

Daisy is my cousin, the only daughter of my mother's brother. She is two years older than me and has helped me a lot during those difficult times when no one was around.

"I am getting married!" she exclaims happily, pulling back from the hug with a huge smile on her face.

She looks lovely in her cute blue top and black jeans. The colors complimented her big brown eyes and straight black hair.

I am appalled by her sudden declaration. We are cousins yet she-being the only child-would come and hang out with me and my little brother, John, very often. I am informed about her every boyfriend and ex almost regularly. But never in our previous meetings did she ever mention her getting married.

"You are kidding me, right?" I chuckle at her silly prank but stop once she shakes her head nervously.

"Are you crazy? You are literally marrying someone and I don't even know who he is, what he does, and where he lives," I chastise, completely broken that my only sister started hiding things from me which were as serious as marriage.

"She doesn't have to take your permission before marrying someone. Be grateful that she even told the news to you, otherwise, we didn't have any problem in keeping you out of the wedding," asserts my sweet mother.

She has her blue eyes, like mine, set on my chest, which I forgot, is soaked from the earlier incident. Her reddish-brown locks waving in front of her forehead as she shakes her head.

People usually said that I am just a younger version of her but I never caught the similarities, except that we looked alike.

"Isabella, don't be too hard on my niece. Let the children talk," Uncle Jimmy, Daisy's father, scolds my mom.

She shakes her head again and says, rigidly "Daisy, the wedding is tomorrow. You told me to call Giselle home because you wanted to tell her yourself, no that it's done, don't you need to go shopping?"

"Yes! Giselle, come, let's do the shopping together," she exclaimed, excitedly grabbing my hand when my Mom stepped in.

"She won't go anywhere, she needs to study. Giselle, go to your room," she orders, ignoring my pleading looks.

She has always been like this. Not always, this all started happening after I had that miserable breakup with him. She completed ceased any of my interactions with my friends and my cousins. She makes sure that I am left out and have no one to help me recover from the loss of someone so important in my life.

I quietly followed her instructions and went to my room after passing Daisy a sad smile, who looked equally unhappy.

I heard faint murmurs from the living room as I went inside my room. I changed my wet sweatshirt and sat on my bed with a book in my hand. My Mom entered the room after a few minutes.

"Why were you late and why was your shirt wet? At least act like a girl. See the way you are laying on your bed. Go sit on the chair. I don't know why I have to repeat my words again and again. You like troubling me, don't you?" she scolds me.

I instantly got up from my bed and sat on the chair keeping my book on the table as I continued studying.

I no longer cried when she yelled at me. It has become her habit to scold me and I kept on doing something or the other that would give her a chance to criticize me.

"Giselle you need to focus on-" I stopped listening to her 'you need to focus on your studies' lecture. As another memory of the past struck my mind.

"I am sorry, Giselle. Please forgive me."

"Are you listening to me, Giselle?" Mom shouts and I nod my head.

She sighs, finally bored after scolding me for so long.

"Tomorrow is your cousin's wedding so sleep early tonight and for god's sake don't create any mess there."

I focused on my book as she gets out of my room after getting no response from me.

If my ex-boyfriend is the greatest mistake of my life then she is a constant reminder of it. She never leaves a chance to humiliate me by my past. I knew that I couldn't get over it that easily and she was the main reason for that.

Only if my life could get any better.

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"Weddings!" I let out a dry chuckle. A wedding all reminds me of fake promises; promises made to be broken someday.

There were people around me, lots of people. It scared me. What scared me more was that the place had that wedding vibe and decor.

Since we shifted to this town, I have never been out of my house and if by chance, Mom allowed me to go out, she would make sure that the place wasn't crowded.

"Issy?" My brother, John, yells in my ears.

"What?" I shout back. Irritating Bastard! My brows scrunch up in irritation as I cover my ears.

He grins at me, his blue eyes dancing with amusement.

"Look at that girl. Isn't she hot?" he whispers, looking at a petite female around his age with chicken legs, wearing a short dress which is not at all suitable for a wedding.

"She isn't your type, bro," I mumble, looking at my seventeen-year-old brother who was pouting at me.

"According to you, no girl in this world is my type," he huffs, jerking his head, his brown strands falling down his forehead.

He is right. For me, my brother is so good that no girl in the world deserved him.

"Issy, Mom told me that there will be many celebrities coming here. The groom's elder brother is an actor. There will be many hot girls with them too. I am already jealous."

I wanted to laugh at him but decided to roll my eyes because Jack hates it when I roll my eyes at him and what kind of sister I am if I didn't irritate my brother to death.

Jack noticed it and immediately gave me a light punch on my shoulder. I was holding a glass of water in my hand which fell on my dress at his punch.

"It's just water. Chill!" he shrugs and I glare at him while raising to my feet.

I need to dry it up before the wedding begins.

It's not like I have to be present at the wedding because even though, I am the only sister of the bride, no one asked me to be the maid of honor. When I went to ask Daisy myself, my Mom refused.

Releasing a heavy breath, I searched for a washroom. My eyes wandering around the open area when I found a room nearby. I step forward, giving the door a gentle push, and saw someone standing in front of a mirror.

A male figure. I shifted in my position to have a look at the reflection of that person in the mirror and I saw him.

He is there; right in front of me. He is back.

"I love you, Giselle."

Tears started rolling down my face and I run away from the room. Away from him.

I am breathing hard. My heart is thrumming in my chest. I close my eyes in an attempt to vanish the memories but all I could see is him.

His green eyes staring at me as he made the promise to love me forever. His warm hands cupping my cheeks as he made me dream of our wedding. His charming smile always made my stomach do somersaults. It was a lie; a nightmare that can never fade away. And now he is here to break my heart again.

A hand grabs my waist and before my mind could register what I was doing; my hand flew to meet a face with a loud smash.

Shoot!

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