6. She loves me or not?

Andrew

"So, which one you like?" Sam asked, showing me the most expensive tuxedos for the fifth time since yesterday.

"Sam, I told you, these tuxedos are beautiful I will wear anyone from them, " I reacted with a hint of annoyance in my tone.

He sighed, "Come on, brother, today is your wedding with the girl you love so much, you can't wear anything it should be special, No Sofia?" He retorts, pulling out a tuxedo from the wardrobe.

"Yes, Sir, " Sofia replied. 

"I am sure, this will look good on you, " He threw a tuxedo in my direction. Wrapping it around my shoulders I heard the sound of the shirt tore away as soon as I put my arms in.

Damn!

"Woah, what you did?!" Sam yelled out.

"Shirt's hand was short it's not my fault!" I defended.

"Okay, " 

"Whatever, get me another one," I demanded as he nods, giving me another one to try on, and like before it also tore apart.

"What is your problem, Man! these are way too expensive for someone to afford it and here you are shattering it?" Sam spoke in a disbelieving voice.

"Excuse me, you brought all these in one size smaller than mine, " I again defended myself.

"I think your biceps are too big, Lord, " Sofia spoke, pointing at the shirt's hand from where it wrecked. Maybe, she is right, but I can't do anything about it, can I? As suddenly, Sam laughed, catching our attention.

"Why are you laughing? " I asked, baffled.

"I was just imagining something, "He says.

"Can you let us know your imagination?" I requested in a bored tone.

He laughed again, making me almost angry before he manages to speak between his irritating laughs, " As you broke that shirt I hope you won't break your honeymoon bed that way with Elie, " 

I blushed at his words as soon as I understand what he meant, "Nothing like that is going to take place, got it?" I responded, hiding my blush as I faced him.

Cracking a naughty smirk, He mocked. "Nope, I am gonna warn Elie about this so she can protect herself from you, " 

"Keep your words to yourself, " 

He laughed, "Is my brother is red?" He asks, seeing my face.

"I am not red!" 

"Of course, You are not red but just blushing."

"No, I am not"

"Yes, you are," 

"Shut up!" I yelled, aiming my gun at his head, he went silent before he again cracked up so does me and Sofia. We got interrupted by a knock on the door, Sofia came forward and open it for us. And another maid came into the room with nervousness on her head, I hate when people get scared that easily around me even when I am trying my best to stay happy and not to kill anyone.

"Hello, is there something you want?" I ask, observing that she ain't gonna speak unless I make her to. 

"Yes, " She began with a small smile, "I am here to give this letter to you and to check if u need something, " Taking the letter from her hand, I noticed that it has no name on it, wondering who could send me a letter during the time of emails and WhatsApp, I open it. It was from the most unexpected person who is aka my cousin Christian youngest son of my Aunt Hannah. We met only on family occasions but his elder brothers Kevin and Arthur, and a sister name, Julia, visited when my dad was in the hospital to see how Sam and I are doing. It's great of them to think about us. According to this letter, Christian is coming to meet us soon. He loves to appear out of the blue and in the most unexpected way, anyway. 

Tilting my head up, I notice that the maid was still here, "You want anything else?" I asked.

She shakes her head in no. "Okay so do one work for me go to my bride's room and see if she woke up or not and get her ready on time guests will be here any time, and most importantly I want you to be her maid " I ordered her because she seems like a nice lady I would like to have around Elina especially when most of the women in this house is busy hitting on me and Sam and cursing our girls.

She nodded and left the room.

****

After an hour, almost trying every suit, Sam and I finally found the perfect tuxedos that will look awesome on us. He even called the hairstylist and make-up artist for Elina as well which I forgot to mention yesterday.

"You are looking so handsome, Sir, " That hairstylist James said, glancing at my hair. 

"Thanks, " I said as I faced Sam, who was busy chuckling looking into his phone. Must be talking to one of his hookers.

"Sam, do you think she still loves me?" I ask, taking his attention.

"Who?" He asks back, almost puzzled, moving his head to the phone again.

I sighed in frustration, "I am talking about Elina, Sam!"

"Of course, she does love you, " He replied.

"How could you so sure?" 

"Don't worry, Sir, even if she doesn't, I can do her part, " James spoke, noticing that he is smiling while running his hands on my chest, giving me sudden goosebumps on my skin. Does he think I am gay?

"You can exit my room, " I stated, not letting him touch me anymore as I move forward in front of the mirror to check myself. 

"But, Sir-"

"Get lost, neither am I a gay nor I am interested in anyone else except her, get that!" He exits, leaving me alone.

"So...Sam?"

"I think..." He was about to say when the door suddenly opened. And that same maid entered.

"Don't you know to knock first before coming in?!" Sofia scolds her, she apologized, looking at her feet.

"Sir, your bride is awake and she wants to meet you, " She said, facing me.

"Tell her, we will meet at the aisle. " 

"I tried but she threatened me that if you won't go to meet her, she won't come down, " 

I sighed, feeling like I have no choice.

"I think, now, we will know if she loves you or not, " Sam spoke.