Interlude

“What do you want me to do, then?” Asked the man in front of me, wearing his plain shirt and ragged pants. Like he came from straight to a fashion show, while I, wearing my wedding gown, with my smudged mascara, “You want to hire me for your wedding today? Who wants a bride who looks like that beside him?”

I gave him a death glare; I was still crying; this is so fucking ridiculous; how dare that worthless man brings this kind of embarrassment not just to me but to my whole family? I fucking hate him, yet love him.

“Just save me from this huge fucking embarrassment, and I’ll pay you a good amount,” I sternly said, “We didn’t put names on our the invitation, it’s just the date of our wedding, and besides, few people knew that it’s our wedding, eighty percent of our guest was my parent’s business partner,”

“So, I’m not just saving you, but your surname, your family must be that rich,” he mumbled; I looked at my wristwatch; I think he noticed that; I heard him sigh, “Alright, let’s just think a solution for the later problem,”

My face lightened up, and upon hearing that, I nodded, “Okay, okay, I’ll make sure there is no other hassle aside from this, thank you!”

But his face suddenly became more warry, more serious, “However,”

“How do we explain to your parents the day after tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry about that; you’re just a hired groom for today, and that’s it,”

He nodded, “Groom for rent, then,”