The Forged Fiancé

I felt as if I was about to start convulsing; that a heavy pool of salty unwanted tears was about to stream down the sides of my face and that my heart which had been beating uncontrollably for some time now was going to attempt to escape out my throat and stab itself silent on the closest point object it could find.

My palms were lined with a thin coat of sweat I tried to rub off on the hem of my skirt before I took a seat down across from my parents in the small, quaint bar my uncle owned. I hadn't seen them for months - not with work in Los Angeles keeping me occupied and a whirlwind romance I thought would never end. Little did I ever think that I'd be wrong. That he'd leave; the love of my life ending it all with a single text message 15 minutes before I was due to introduce him to my parents.

Biting my bottom lip hard before running my tongue gently over it like a child would, I shut my eyes - trying to catch my breath and felt my mother reach over to place her hands over my own which sat nervously in my lap.

"It's okay dear", she smiled with her gorgeous subtle grey eyes, "...everything will be fine."

Her voice was angelic and as soft as snow although I knew I had to tell them the truth before things got out of hand and I had time to over think the situation. Forcing a smile at my mother who slowly returning to her seat beside my father; I noticed as he checked his watch beneath his silk business suit - sighing heavily when he noticed the time and circling his head as if to loosen tension before he spoke.

"I didn't think your fiancé would be late..", he spoke with heavy, stern words.

A wave of apprehension washed over me again before I found the right words I wanted to say. Rubbing the back of my neck lightly and sitting up a little straighter than I had before, I brushed some hair out of my eyes; wiping them clear of tears too before I faced both my parents.

"About that.. I.. we... you see--", I managed to fumble out like an anxious kitten before I heard the bell of the bar door ring as it opened.

"Sorry that I'm late..", a voice spoke, and I almost choked at the situation I'd fallen into, "You must be Pippa's parents. I do apologize if I kept you waiting."

The expressions on my parents faces changed from underwhelmed to ecstatic in just a few seconds. My mother quickly brought her hands up and clutched them to her chest before I noticed my father nod slightly as if to approve at first glance.

Feeling a cold kiss pressed to my cheek, I didn't have enough time to turn and look at who was sitting beside me before I heard quietly whispered in my ear in an alluring and enthralled tone.

"Just play along....










...I have a favor to ask of you."

Notes

let the drama begin!
i know there's a few stories like this out there but i promise; this will definitely be different. xx