Andrea Nickerson
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Accidently Married
“Will you marry me?” It’s not every
day that a man gets proposed to, especially by his
secretary.
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“So I’ve already pre-ordered the flowers, table
cloths, and the tables. When you get here we can discuss what cake
you want and get you fitted for your dress. I’ll send you a few
samples for the place cards; let me know which ones you like best.”
My mother said enthusiastically over the phone as she droned on and
on about the wedding.
“Mom, it doesn’t matter. Just go ahead and pick
one, you know I’m not picky.” I sigh into the phone. “Look mom, I’m
at work and can’t talk about this right now. Can I call you
later?”
“Sure honey, oh I took the liberty of buying
you your plane ticket back here for this Tuesday so we can have a
few days together for preparations for your wedding next
Saturday.”
“Wait! What?!” I shriek in panic, “When did I
decide on Saturday for the wedding date?”
“Well sorry honey but you were taking forever
to decide so I just picked a date. Besides, I’m not going to be
here much longer so I want to see you married as soon as possible.
I have a doctor’s appointment now, so I have to go. Oh, and bring
that fiancée of yours! I can’t believe you haven’t introduced us
yet. Well, gotta go, love you. Bye.”
“Wait!” I cry into the phone but it was too
late, I can already hear the dial tone. I set the phone back into
its cradle and lean back in my chair exhausted.
“What am I going to do?” I mumble into my
hands.
“Is everything ok?”
I peek through my fingers to see Mr.
Livingston.
Matthieu Livingston, founder and CEO of Mahidol
Technology or MT, is thirty years old, 6’2” fit, with chocolate
brown hair, green eyes and has a smile that can bring any woman to
her knees. Even me. To tell you the truth I have been in love with
him for past two years ever since I saw him entertain the client’s
son when the client had to leave him there after an
emergency.
My name is Gweneviere McAllister, age 25,
working as an “Executive Assistant” to Mr. Livingston here in New
York. I am 5’8” with black hair which is always tied into a messy
bun, brown eyes hidden behind big glasses, and what most people
would say a very “librarian style” sense of fashion. If you
couldn’t tell, I have a problem, my wedding is on Saturday and I
don’t have a groom!
“Hello? Ms. McAllister? Are you ok?” I come
back to reality as Mr. Livingston looks at me worriedly. And then
it came to me. If I can’t find a real groom, I’ll just have to
create one. As I stand up, my skirt gets caught on the wheel of the
desk chair making me fall to one knee. Matthieu reaches forward to
help me up. I clasp his hands and look him in the eye.
“Will you marry me?”
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I kneel there in an awkward position as I wait
for his reply. I looked up to see him standing there stunned. He
clears his throat and says, “Well Ms. McAllister, I didn’t know you
liked me so much but don’t you think we’re taking this a little
fast? Not to mention I do have a fiancée.”
I feel myself turn three shades of red as I
stammer, “No…I mean…Its just…my mom...” I stop, stand up and take a
deep breath to steady myself and say, “I’m sorry, let me start at
the beginning. You see, my mother has cancer and she wants to see
me married before she passes away. I told her I had a fiancée so
she would stop sending me on these ridiculous blind dates and now
she has set a date for the wedding for next Saturday. I don’t have
the heart to tell her the truth and all you have to do is pretend
to marry me, all of it will be fake, and we don’t even have to tell
your fiancée about it if you don’t want to.”
“ Why don’t you just ask that guy
your dating from marketing? The one you go to lunch with every
Tuesday?” he askes, as if he were trying to give me more
options.
“John?! I’m not dating him!
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