“Brooke is getting married!”
Amelia gasped. “Really?”
“Yeah! I can’t believe Brian finally proposed to her.”
“Yeah. She texted me too. That’s such a beautiful ring,” Amelia squealed as she showed us the picture of a woman’s hand with a big and beautiful diamond ring on the ring finger. “I’m so going to be the maid of honor!”
“No way, she’s totally going to choose me.” Heather fired back.
“Hah, keep dreaming. I know I’m her favorite!” Amelia retorted.
“Slow down. Who’s Brooke.” I asked, confused about this new person.
“She’s my cousin,” Amelia informed me. “And she’s getting married to her long time boyfriend, Brian.”
“How long?”
“They’ve been dating for like eight years with three break ups in between.”
“Wow. How old is she?” Olivia asked pushing her sunglasses up her head as she peered at Amelia.
“She’s almost twenty seven. And her fiancé, Brian is the sweetest guy ever. When they were in college, he gave her a promise ring and told her that he plans to marry her if she feels the same way, which she did and that he will propose to her only when he thinks he’s worthy of it. And Brooke is so talented. She’s one of the richest self made billionaire woman in the world right now, just a little after your mother and sister and although Brian isn’t a billionaire but still a good man and the CEO of a rising company, she still loves him with all her heart.” Amelia gushed.
“Wow. That sounds like a really cute love story.” Olivia commented and I nodded along, completely agreeing.
“It indeed is. It all started when they were in high school.” Amelia giggled. “Brooke had planned revenge on her best friend’s ex but Brian accidentally became the victim.”
I chuckled. “Has Juliet ever met her?”
“Of course. She’s really close to all three of us. Even if she’s five years older than Heather and I, and seven years older than you.”
I groaned. “What if I mess up with her? She sounds pretty smart.”
“Yeah, now that I think of it, there is a big possibility that she might catch on to your lie.” Amelia frowned.
“Don’t worry, guys. I’m surely she’ll understand! She has done pretty crazy things herself.” Heather reassured us and I held on to that.
“Yeah. Let’s not worry about that. And by the way, we are going to get the invites a few days later. I’m going to go inform everyone!” Amelia said, pushing her feet through her flip flops and happily dancing her way into the house.
Now I wanted to ask Heather about her own plans. I hesitated a bit before finally asking her my question.
“Heather,” I started off nervously when honestly there was no need to be like that. Or maybe there was.
“Yeah?” She asked, still not looking up from the book she was reading.
“What about you? When are you planning to get married… to Ethan?”
Heather stopped reading and put the book on her lap. She slid up her sunglasses on top of her head. “Why did you think I was going to marry Ethan?”
I blushed and looked down. “Uh… I saw it in the magazine. There was an article about it and you sounded like you might marry him in the future.”
Heather hummed as she thought about my question. “I’m not sure. What I said to that magazine was just to keep the media on their toes so that they might be alert about everything related to us.”
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t quite understand. Why would you want to do that?”
Heather looked like a deer caught in headlights as she struggled to respond. “You won’t understand.”
“Okay,” I said, immediately dropping the topic. I could see she was feeling extremely uncomfortable talking about it. I wondered what that meant though. It didn’t make sense. Was it just to make sure the media paid more attention to them? But why would she want that? But I didn’t want to push it lest she snapped at me.
After our little hangout at the poolside, I opened my laptop in my room for my regular classes. I was catching up on everything and there was soon going to be tests coming up about sometime next month so I was working extra hard. I’d have to go to college for the exams though. I made a mental note to talk about it with Heather.
But before I started on my classes, I wanted to know as much about Brooke as I could so that I’d be prepared for what type of a person she was.
She was gorgeous. She didn’t look too old and had a kind face. And then there were several pictures of her and a man, most probably Brian. I stalked her on Instagram and Facebook and was shocked to know that she was receiving a lot of flak on her recent posts about her upcoming wedding with Brian for marrying a man less successful than her. Did people really think that the amount of money a man made determined his worth to be loved? Apparently so.
And so similarly people might also have the same thoughts about a woman in their minds. That the amount of money she made defined her worth and if she should be loved by a rich man or not.
Which was so wrong. Love didn’t happen based on fame or money.
I felt bad for Brooke. Brian was obviously a good guy by the way he referred to her as “my queen” in almost all of his posts. I wished people would be a little more accepting about them.
With a sigh I exited the sites and started with my classes.
***
Precisely like what Heather had said, I found a beautiful wedding invitation on the coffee table a few days later after my hangout with the girls.
It was a sky blue color and sealed with a little red heart in the middle and it was the cutest invite I’d ever seen.
Inside was the wedding invitation which was a dark blue color. It was simple yet oozed sophistication and elegance.
The wedding would take place at the end of June, a month from now on at a beach resort in San Jose, California.
I showed it to Charlotte and she was apparently overjoyed at the fact that these two were finally getting married. Of course, we’d fly to California about two or three days before the wedding. Arrangements to fly in guests to the wedding were already made by the families of the two who were going to get hitched next month.
Amelia and Heather were still fighting over who was Brooke’s favorite girl and who’d get to be the maid of honor. As for Olivia and I, they told us we could be a bridesmaid but in the end it was the bride’s call to make.
Heather had immediately contacted the bride-to-be on the same day that she got to know about the upcoming wedding and arranged a lavish bachelorette party for Brooke where all the girls would be invited.
That was where I’d be meeting Brooke Parker, one of the most successful and the youngest self-made billionaire woman in the world, for the first time. I was a little nervous to meet her. She was a really rich and powerful person, beautiful too. So of course I’d feel a little intimidated by her.