Chapter 3
"I think you should wear this one" she heard Bella's voice, holding a cocktail gown before she threw it away.
"No" belle murmured to herself before picking another dress, "I think this will do" she scrutinized her eyes on the A-shape skirt only to throw it away again. She stuck her tongue in between her lips in a concentration way as she brought out all my dresses in the bad, scattering them on the floor before taking the back, turning it upside down then threw it away.
"I can't seem to find it..." She trailed off before screaming excitedly "I see it", bouncing up and down.
She handed me the black fitted knee length gown, ushering Angelina to go change because they were getting late.
Angelina entered the kitchen and changed to the gown her friend selected, brewing a coffee for herself to calm her nervousness. She applied oil to her wavy black thick hair brushing it together, putting it in a ponytail. She used the lips gross and called the Uber to where the wedding was located.
A day waitress.
Just to serve food for the guests. And a serving cost $20.
If I am to serve a hundred guests that means I'm taking $2000 home. She thought happily. Already analyzing how she was going to spend the money.
The Uber arrived at the destination, killing off the engine as she got down from the car, a woman in her early forties who looked distressed came to her and dragged her to another direction where there were less people.
The woman stopped when we entered a room and locked the door at the back while she took the moment to catch her breath.
"Ma'am, I'm Angelina. I'm here...". The petite woman waved her hand, interrupting her as the woman scrutinized her gaze on her before her lips stretched widely.
"You are actually someone I need.. No.. We need" the woman smiled.
"Oh?".
The woman's hands trembled while looking disheartening. Angelina took her time to check the woman again, she noticed that the woman's brows wrinkled as if she was in deep thought and in distress.
"Ma'am..." She tried to call the woman but the woman grabbed both her hands urgently.
"I want your help and I shall pay you handsomely" the distress could be heard in her soft voice.
"Ma?".
"The bride left my son today and we need a replacement. So name your price?".
"What?" Angelina asked, feeling annoyed. What did the woman take her for?. She thought.
"$100 million?" she asked while Angelina's jaw nearly dropped on the floor. Her body was immobilized because her brain couldn't comprehend what was happening.
"$1 billion?".
"....."
"$10 billion?".
"Ma'am!" Angelina practically screamed at her, "I don't know what you want me to do but I don't want your money" I stated firmly while the woman sighed in relief.
The woman touched my chubby cheeks lovingly, "like I've known you aren't like her" the woman mumbled.
"Just marry my son for a year and after that you could divorce each other" the woman explained.
"Okay" Angelina responded.
"Okay" she responded in a weak voice, thinking of the pros and cons of the situation. It was a win-win situation. I get a house to live in and he gets a wife to marry. And it's only for a year. A free food and shelter, She thought.
"Good" she clapped her hands excitedly."Oh my" the woman's eyes widened dramatically, using her hand to cover her mouth while Angelina stared at her, "sorry for my lack of manners" the woman smiled shyly.
"uhn?".
"I'm Jasmine Hugh" she introduced herself, holding her hand out for her to shake.
She rubbed her hands together before accepting her opened hand, "I'm Angelina Walters" she responded. Jasmine smiled to the fullest and dragged her again to another room, pushed her in then locked the door at the back.
"This is the bride" she announced enthusiastically while Angelina looked at her, did she really mean it?.
"Oh" three guys came out from behind the curtains, twirling me around, staring at her in fascination.
"How I wish I've these assets" a ginger headed guy said in a high pitched voice while she mentally cringed. He wore a black baggy knicker, a white polo which hugged his fitted abs and black sneakers.
"Oh Nicky, look at those boobs'' she felt self conscious and brought her hands to cover her covered chest only to be swatted by a blond haired guy. He wore a blue short sleeve shirt with the neck collar flared up. He wore yellow baggy shorts which Versace had printed on while putting on Oscars.
"Ricky, the third guy with black hair, whined, "you are embarrassing the lady" he said, smiling charmly, showing his prominent dimples while Nicky cooed and Ricky couldn't help himself not to pinch her cheek. .
"Sorry lady" the blond headed guy - Ricky said without meaning it with the mischievous twinkling in his eyes. "I'm Dicky'' the black haired guy said, holding out his hand gentlemanly. Angelina put her hand on his as he brought her hand to his lips and gave her a kiss on it, "while the other fools are my brothers''. He wore Harry Potter's glass which made him stand out from his brothers.
"Well, we are the little triple triple triplet" the ginger haired guy- Nicky grinned.
"It's okay with the introduction" Jasmine clapped her hands dismissively.
"Aye mistress" they said in unison dramatically, offering their invisible hats.
"Now, let's make you over and make him head over hills" Ricky screeched and dragged her to the chair.
Dicky went behind the curtains to retrieve the wedding dress, "I think this white color would be the best. It's as innocent as she's" he chirped, dancing around with the long dress.
"I can't believe it, we are the one who will dress the future Lady of the Hugh family".
"Now" Ricky paused a little, staring at the flustered lady before grinning slyly, "Undress" his eyes shone naughtiness.