LOGINBusiness. I hate that stupid word with a passion. I hate everything about it. Every time I see that awful word I turn the other way. How it made my family not to be a real family. How it made my brother busy with training. How it made my father always leave for trips. How it made me a human pincushion for my mother's fashion. How it brought me a marriage I didn't ask for. Business.- - - - - - - - - - -Bianca Harrison has had a wild twenty four years. Her brother, Blake, was always there for her. He would scare away boys who would come to take her on dates. He'd make sure she did her school homework. He did everything she expected from her father. Her nanny, Janet, from when she was a kid was always there for her. She was her shoulder to cry on. She'd make sure her room was clean and she had a good meal. She did everything Bianca expected from her mother.Bianca's boyfriend of four years just broke up with her. Bianca was heart broken. She went to her parents, who were home for once, and regretted it instantly. Her father said he had something in mind, but Bianca had no clue it would be this extreme. Having to marry her father's business partner Leon Bailey. The bachelor of New York. The man every girl swoons over. A thirty year old Greek God. Boy was she not excited.
View More"Hey Nara," he mumbles with a boyish grin, one hand on the nape of his neck and the other in his leather jacket pocket. He was always up for riding his motorcycle, said the leather jackets were just a plus. "Will," I practically growl, "Why the hell are you here?" "I need to talk to you," he says and I go to shut the door. He stops it with his hand that was previously on his neck, "Please Nara. Just hear what I have to say." "Why should I do that?" I snap, "you never did for me." "I am going to apologize for everything Nara," he replies, "please just give me a chance." "You know I don't believe in second chances," I mutter, "it leads to nothing but trouble." "Believe me, I know," he says, "but I'm not asking you to take me back. Just to hear me out." "I have a party to get ready for," I mumble and walk away, starting my way to my room. I hear the door shut, hoping he left but my hopes w
"Nara I need help in the kitchen!" Mom exclaims and I get off of the couch. Mom and Dad decided they wanted to have a graduation party for me, saying they love how I got my business degree, I want to be an interior designer. Uncle Blake said that I can partner with his company once I get a solid start. I'm excited, Georgie is going to be working with me. She said she doesn't think she could handle the responsibility of owning a whole business but it willing to be a worker. I of course agreed, who wouldn't want their best friend working with them? "I thought I told you I didn't want a cake," I say as I walk into the kitchen. My mom has her hair tied back into a short ponytail and a black apron over her clothes. She has flour handprints all over it from patting her hands clean, "you do realize the party is in an hour right? You still need to get ready." "It's almost one already?" Mom asks shocked as she sets the spoon in the bowl, "shoot! Can you please fin
"I now introduce you all to the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Ryan Patten!" The priest announces and everyone cheers. I give Selena back her bouquet and she happily walks down the aisle with her husband. I follow behind her with Zeke, his best man. "I feel bad for you Nara," Zeke jokes as we continue to walk, "Ryan is officially your brother now." "I know," I fake groan, "my life get worse by the day." "Aunt Nara! Aunt Nara!" A squeal comes from behind us. I glance back to see my nephew, Drake. He's two and is the cutest little boy ever. He has his mom's fiery red hair and his dad's brown eyes. "Where's your Dad Drake?" I ask as he walks with us down the aisle. "Back der," he says and points behind us, "he is loud." "Believe me I know," I chuckle and we are at the end of the aisle. "I'm sorry Nara," Cara apologizes as she picks up her son, "he's been very energetic today." "It's
Three weeks later "Calm her curls Mom," I say as Ellie sits in front of my vanity. Mom grabs a bottle and starts to work on Ellie's hair. I go to my bathroom and start on my makeup. I already did my hair while Mom did Ellie's makeup. Ellie's Mom died when she was eight so she never really had a mother figure in her house, but whenever she came here my mom would treat Ellie as one of her own. "Your dresses are laid out in the guest room," Mom tells us as she leaves my room. I grab my phone and realize that we have to leave in ten minutes. I drag Ellie to the guest room and throw her dress at her. I slip on my dress and Ellie does as well. I slip on a pair of white platform heels and Ellie puts on a pair of silver pumps. Mom got each of us a new clutch, mine a dull red and Ellie's is silver with navy accents. "They are here to pick you up!" Mom calls and that's our cue to go downstairs. At the door my dad is talking wit