Chapter 8 Pre-wedding Drama

• GENESIS
• "Get up, we have to go to the hotel already," I could hear Tiffany yelling as I stirred from my sleep.
• "I don't think she knows she is getting married tomorrow," Tiana muttered to Tiffany.
• "Get.......up......." she yelled into my ears, and I jumped up too fast, hitting my butt on the floor.
• "Ouch..." I whimpered.
• "What do you guys want?" I asked angrily. I needed sleep, and they were not allowing me to have it. Not to add that they looked dressed up and beautiful in their own skin.
• I was already nervous about the wedding that was shoved down my neck; thinking about it had given me sleepless nights. Then everyone wanted me to spend enough time with them before I got married, making it worse to have some time alone.
• "Whoa, calm down, girl," Tiana said as she sat down next to me.
• "Are you okay?" she asked, and I sighed.
• "No... I am getting married faster than I ever thought I would, to a total stranger who has a weird dad and a sweet but scary mom... thank you, but I am not fine," I said and sighed in frustration. Tiffany sat next to me and patted my back.
• "It isn't all that bad, you like Jordan, don't you?" Tiffany asked, and a faint smile spread across my lips.
• "Yes... I do. But it's different knowing him in person. It's also different living in the same house with him. I am not ready to be married, I am scared as hell, and being a Chase is much more than just being a Connor. I wish I could pause the wedding for a while or a year rather," I replied, placing my head on Tiana's shoulders.
• "I am sorry you have to go through this. I wish I could stop all this, but I can't. You are indebted to that family and this is the only way you can pay back for now," Tiana stated the obvious, and I sighed deeply. Though I loved the scent of her hair and how lush and black it looked.
• Though I enjoyed everything and liked Jordan Chase a little, getting married in such a short time was making me pretty nervous. It was my life, after all, and getting married so fast was never part of the plan.
• "It's going to be fine, Genesis. It might be all terrible at first, but I am sure it will be fine," Tiffany added. And then I realized they had no idea what to say, neither did they know how to comfort me at that point. We remained quiet in that position when my dad knocked thrice and peeked through the door.
• "Good morning, pumpkin," he said with enthusiasm and smiled at me.
• "Good morning, Dad," I replied, and his smile disappeared.
• "Is something wrong, Bluey?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes at him. He only used the name "Bluey" with me when he wanted to trick me into doing something for him, but this time, I wasn't so sure why he had called me that. He walked further into the room, and T-squad immediately sensed we needed a father-daughter time and left the room. When they left, Dad sat really close to me and cleared his throat.
• "What is it?" he asked worriedly, and I sighed again; it seemed that was the only thing I could do.
• "Do you think I will make a good wife?" I asked instead, not knowing where I could start the conversation from.
• "You have been an amazing daughter to us for as long as I could remember. Being a wife won't make you different. I am sure you will be a perfect wife," he said comfortingly.
• "But what is the problem?" he added, sensing that my problem was deeper than just being worried about being a perfect wife.
• "Everything is happening so fast, I am just scared," I confessed, and it was his turn to sigh.
• "You know... each time I think about the situation that led to this marriage of yours, I feel completely useless and guilty......"
• "Dad...." I interrupted, my heart breaking at his words.
• "I feel guilty; I wasn't a good enough father. Maybe if I had worked harder and made more money, then your life wouldn't have turned out this way. It hurts so much, but I can't do a thing about it," he said, and a tear slipped away from my eyes; his words made my heart heavy with sadness.
• "It's not true.." I tried saying, but I knew he was suffering, and he acted like he wasn't, and no amount of words could change what he thought of himself.
• "Dad... don't ever feel that way. You did all you could, and that alone made you the best husband and father anyone would ask for." I tried comforting him in the least way I could think of.
• "Let's call this fate; there was no way you could have changed it," I added and wrapped my hands around him, hugging him as tightly as I could. He reciprocated and kissed my head while he ran a hand through my brown, wavy, probably messed up hair.
• "We can stop all this, Bluey... just say the word, and I will look for a different way to pay the debt, I can stop....."
• "Noo....." I interrupted and pulled away from the hug. We were living a better life because of the wedding and our new relationship with Chase.If sacrificing my dreams, my goals, my freedom, my happiness was the only way to keep my family happy and away from poverty, then I was going to do it and more.
• "Are you sure?" he asked and looked into my eyes so I wouldn't lie.
• "Yes... I am" I said boldly and smiled at him.
• "I love you, Bluey...." he said and placed a kiss on my head.
• "The car is here...they have been outside for an hour now," he said, and I pulled away.
• "What car?" I asked, and he grinned at me.
• "Mrs. Chase had so much to do, so she sent two cars with escorts that will take us to the hotel," he explained, and an 'oohh' escaped my lips.
• That was my cue to get ready. I got up and took note of my bag that had been packed up already.
• I quickly had my bath and ate my breakfast; there was no way I was going to leave without eating. I knew that leaving the house that day was going to change everything for me. I knew that I was not going to return to that house as a single girl anymore, and I had to eat my mom's food because I didn't know when I was going to have a taste of it again.
• It wasn't like I was going to die, neither was it like I was traveling far away. I was just emotional, and such thoughts didn't leave me.
• After eating, I came out of the house. There were four cars, and I saw men in black suits bowing down to me. It felt weird and completely off; seeing them that way reminded me of how powerful the family I was getting married to was.
• My sister already hopped into the first car, followed by my mom and dad. One of the guards opened the door of the second car and bowed while I hopped in, followed by Tiana and Tiffany, who didn't stop shrieking out of excitement.
• During the ride, I felt I was going to have a panic attack. The news about Jordan's wedding was everywhere, and I was still nervous. I made up my mind to actually go through with the marriage, but that didn't stop me from being scared.
• Being a Chase was like a burden on my shoulders. The attention, the media, I knew my life was not going to remain the same after the wedding. And though Jordan had assured me he wasn't going to force me into doing anything, I was still nervous about our wedding night. I wasn't so sure he could keep to his words.
• Hours later, we were in one of the prestigious and luxurious hotels in the state. It was a two-hour drive to the hotel, and I was slowly feeling a cramp in my butt before we arrived.
• I watched as Ava jumped out from the other car and shrieked, and that alone gave me enough joy to push through with the marriage.
• I alighted from my car and got pretty nervous with all the security guards around. They escorted us in and prevented the media from getting close. My parents and sister had a different room, Tiana and Tiffany also had a different room, and I had a suite all to myself. When the door was opened, Mom Leona was in there with some ladies I had never met.
• "There she is..." she said proudly, and as usual, spread her arms for a hug, which I respectfully obliged.
• "Here she is... isn't she just beautiful?" she asked the ladies, and I smiled shyly at them.
• "She is...." they responded and smiled at me.
• "Well...get to work, make sure you start preparation today and figure out what would suit her and make her beauty more bold, okay?" she instructed, and they inclined their heads to her.
• "The gown should be here by morning, make sure the decorations are going pretty well; I really don't want to have Jordan on my neck," she added, and I stared at her, confused.
• My gown was supposed to have arrived, and Mrs. Leona had said the decorations and everything else were already taken care of. We had just a few hours to my wedding, and it seemed like nothing had been arranged.
• "Gown? What gown? I thought the gown arrived days ago and...." I had to ask. Mom Leona turned to me and gave me a smile.
• "Jordan made some last-minute changes... in fact, he changed every single thing, and that's what has actually kept me so busy. Jordan has literally been barking orders at everyone to make sure it's the way you would want," she explained, and my jaw dropped. Then heat crept up my cheek. He actually did that.
• "But is there enough time for such changes?" I asked, concerned, and she smiled at me again.
• "Jordan gets what he wants, and those changes... he wants," she simply replied, and I gave her a nod. I realized there was so much I didn't know about Jordan, and that alone was supposed to freak me out, but Mom Leona didn't give me the chance to have a panic attack.
• Immediately, I started preparing for my wedding. I did my nails and had another facial, then I ate and was allowed to rest.
• Mom Leona made it compulsory that I slept; she said she didn't want to see eye bags on my eyes and would love to see me refreshed and sharp. I took her advice, but not without checking on my parents and sister, then on my friends and back to my suite.
• I forced myself to sleep, not because I wanted to, but because I needed to be calm enough for my big day, and I knew that being awake wasn't going to help. I knew too well that I was going to get too nervous at the way things went, so I slept for as long as I could.
• I don't know how long I slept for, but my phone rang and woke me up. I stared and grudgingly picked up the call with sleepy eyes.
• "I fear you are going to sleep your life out if you don't wake up soon," Jordan's voice came to my ears, and sleep washed away from my eyes immediately.
• "Jordan," I exclaimed, and he chuckled.
• "The one and only," he said, and I smiled.
• "Have you had dinner yet?" he asked.
• "Not yet," I replied and yawned loudly.
• "You know it's tomorrow, right?" he asked the obvious, and I rolled my eyes.
• "How can I not know? Each time I remember, I get nervous as hell," I said, and he went quiet for a while.
• "Yeah, me too. But if it's any consolation, I will be right there with you," he said, and I laughed.
• "If you are not there with me, who else would be?" I teased, and he laughed.
• "Wrong line..." he said, and I laughed more. And the line went quiet. I was slowly getting used to it.
• "I never knew I could be more drawn to you after all these years," he said, and I became confused. We just met; what years?
• "What are you talking about?" I asked and felt something was off. The line went quiet again, more quiet than usual, and it took longer.
• "Sa......" I heard a beeping sound before he could continue. I looked at my phone and realized the line was cut off. It didn't sit well with me. I tried calling back, but his line didn't go through, and that got me worried. I tried a few more times, and it still didn't go through, so I decided to have dinner and maybe try again.
• I made an order, and it didn't take long before room service came knocking on the door. It was a big one. It wasn’t every day I got to have buffalo chicken enchiladas, and it was delicious. After eating, it was pretty late. I relaxed on the bed and waited for room service to come back for their belongings when I suddenly heard the doorbell on my door. I groaned and remained on the bed.
• "Who is it?" I yelled and expected a response immediately, but none came. The doorbell rang again, and I glared at it; I was too stuffed to move my body.
• "Who is it?" I asked again, and it went quiet. Just when I decided to ignore the door, a voice jerked me.
• "Jordan," he said, and my heart raced. He was at my door, the Jordan I was supposed to be married to.
• Am I finally going to meet him in person?