like
what real world sounded like as far as I could remember, I felt tears started
forming at the corner of my eyes. I hurriedly wiped it off only to realize that
I was shaking badly and cold sweats were forming on my forehead.
“I’m sorry. I forgot you were afraid of fast driving,” he
finally said apologetically.
I looked away and held on tightly to the seatbelt. “Don’t...
mind me. Go ahead, there’s... nothing... wrong,” I stammered. Clearly, there
was something wrong with me. As much as I tried, I never got over this.
“Are you really okay?”
“I’m... fine.”
He only nodded, realizing that I refrained myself from
saying anything else regarding this matter. One thing that he was always good
at—understanding me. As he was driving, he sped up a little. But it was just
right, not wanting to scare me again, I supposed. Then in a while, we stopped
in front of the clerk’s office. I was somehow relieved that Dorothy just got
out of her car and she arrived the same time that we did.
I hurriedly took off the seat belt, regained back myself,
and rushed out of the car. Sprinting my way down to where Dorothy was, I
snapped away the portfolio that she was holding as soon as I got the chance.
With clammy hands, I opened the envelope and looked the contents. I almost fell
down to the ground in relief that no damage was done. The documents were still
safe and sound.
“Dear, what are you doing out here?” asked Dorothy
obliviously.
I turned my gaze to her and saw the perplexed look on her
face. Did I overreact a while ago? Clearly not, for what she was about to do
was a matter of life and death. That was the least thing any person would do at
this moment. Not to mention that I did it dramatically—running around in a
wedding dress and sprinting like some crazy runner in the streets.
That was some show I put up out here. They should at least
appreciate my efforts on showing off my perfect figure while running. I feared
that I would be featured in wedding magazines. Talk about the aversion I had on
being famous.
So, back to the main point.
Soon after, John was by my side. He was the one who answered
Dorothy’s question earlier. He said, “Grandma, I think there’s no rush in
submitting this form. I’ll take care of it myself. You don’t need to bother
with any of this.”
“I can’t see the point. We’re in front of the clerk’s office
by now. So we might as well submit this one,” she replied as she grabbed the
envelope from my hands.
Crap! She was fast. For a moment, I forgot how quirky she
was.
I thought hard on how to make her believe that she didn’t
need do all this. And somehow as I gave myself enough time to think about
things, I also remembered that my face was now all over the news by now. The
mess. Everything. How would I ever be able to escape all this? It was so stupid
of me to believe that what the fortune teller said was true. It was kind of
obvious that trouble seemed to always find its way back to me no matter what I
did.
“Grandma, we need to talk,” John finally said, seeing that
his grandma was far from letting this go without a credible explanation.
“You can say that to me when we get home. For now, let’s
register your wedding. Come along my dear,” she said as she motioned for both
of us to follow.
I threw a stern look to John.
He was the one who got us into this mess. He should be the
one who should think of a solution for all this. I felt another headache as I
recalled what had just happened. The whole world would soon know that I was
John Brooks’ bride. We needed to devise something before any of this happen. Or
to resolve what had already occurred.
“Grandma, we need to talk first,” said John. And this time,
he dragged her grandma to his car. “Come along, Kayla.”
I nodded and followed them to the car. As long as we were
not in front of this office which could legalize things that weren’t supposed
to be legal, I was perfectly okay with that. The
what real world sounded like as far as I could remember, I felt tears started
forming at the corner of my eyes. I hurriedly wiped it off only to realize that
I was shaking badly and cold sweats were forming on my forehead.
“I’m sorry. I forgot you were afraid of fast driving,” he
finally said apologetically.
I looked away and held on tightly to the seatbelt. “Don’t...
mind me. Go ahead, there’s... nothing... wrong,” I stammered. Clearly, there
was something wrong with me. As much as I tried, I never got over this.
“Are you really okay?”
“I’m... fine.”
He only nodded, realizing that I refrained myself from
saying anything else regarding this matter. One thing that he was always good
at—understanding me. As he was driving, he sped up a little. But it was just
right, not wanting to scare me again, I supposed. Then in a while, we stopped
in front of the clerk’s office. I was somehow relieved that Dorothy just got
out of her car and she arrived the same time that we did.
I hurriedly took off the seat belt, regained back myself,
and rushed out of the car. Sprinting my way down to where Dorothy was, I
snapped away the portfolio that she was holding as soon as I got the chance.
With clammy hands, I opened the envelope and looked the contents. I almost fell
down to the ground in relief that no damage was done. The documents were still
safe and sound.
“Dear, what are you doing out here?” asked Dorothy
obliviously.
I turned my gaze to her and saw the perplexed look on her
face. Did I overreact a while ago? Clearly not, for what she was about to do
was a matter of life and death. That was the least thing any person would do at
this moment. Not to mention that I did it dramatically—running around in a
wedding dress and sprinting like some crazy runner in the streets.
That was some show I put up out here. They should at least
appreciate my efforts on showing off my perfect figure while running. I feared
that I would be featured in wedding magazines. Talk about the aversion I had on
being famous.
So, back to the main point.
Soon after, John was by my side. He was the one who answered
Dorothy’s question earlier. He said, “Grandma, I think there’s no rush in
submitting this form. I’ll take care of it myself. You don’t need to bother
with any of this.”
“I can’t see the point. We’re in front of the clerk’s office
by now. So we might as well submit this one,” she replied as she grabbed the
envelope from my hands.
Crap! She was fast. For a moment, I forgot how quirky she
was.
I thought hard on how to make her believe that she didn’t
need do all this. And somehow as I gave myself enough time to think about
things, I also remembered that my face was now all over the news by now. The
mess. Everything. How would I ever be able to escape all this? It was so stupid
of me to believe that what the fortune teller said was true. It was kind of
obvious that trouble seemed to always find its way back to me no matter what I
did.
“Grandma, we need to talk,” John finally said, seeing that
his grandma was far from letting this go without a credible explanation.
“You can say that to me when we get home. For now, let’s
register your wedding. Come along my dear,” she said as she motioned for both
of us to follow.
I threw a stern look to John.
He was the one who got us into this mess. He should be the
one who should think of a solution for all this. I felt another headache as I
recalled what had just happened. The whole world would soon know that I was
John Brooks’ bride. We needed to devise something before any of this happen. Or
to resolve what had already occurred.
“Grandma, we need to talk first,” said John. And this time,
he dragged her grandma to his car. “Come along, Kayla.”
I nodded and followed them to the car. As long as we were
not in front of this office which could legalize things that weren’t supposed
to be legal, I was perfectly okay with that. The
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