Chapter Five
Aria
By the time I got home, I still couldn’t process everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, starting all the way from when Zayden proposed to me in class. A wedding in three weeks! As much as that thought freaked me out, it also excited me. Three weeks from tomorrow, I was going to become Mrs. Sinclair after our wedding in the city of my dreams. It was as though someone had taken a chapter from one of my favorite romance novels and sprinkled it all over my life. Giddy from the marvel of it all, I headed straight to Nick and Stacey’s room. I leaned over to their closed door to make sure that I wasn’t interrupting an intimate moment, but when I heard them argue about video games, I knocked excitedly.
“Come on in, Aria. We already know you’re engaged. In case that’s what the excitement with your loud knocks indicated,” Nick said.
“I’m getting married,” I said, turning the doorknob.
“Didn’t I just say we know that?” Nick looked confusedly at Stacey. “Am I inaudible, Stace? Did I lose my power of speech?”
“In three weeks,” I added hastily. “I’m getting married in three weeks. In New York City. Code red.”
After a couple of gasps and hanging mouths, Stacey quickly assumed the role of my best friend. “I’ll get started on the cookies. You guys set up shop in the living room. Yes, this is code red.”
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An hour later, the three of us were spiraled across the living room, stuffing our faces with Stacey’s amazing chocolate chip cookies.
“But, Fiona Davis!” Stacey exclaimed for the 15th time. “How did he? How is that even possible? I know he is some hotshot billionaire, but even then. Fiona is booked for years. Years! Not months, years. And from my understanding she doesn’t even adjust her schedule for A-list celebrities. I can’t believe Zayden pulled that off!”
“Well, I am not sure if I am supposed to tell you guys yet,” I said, beaming. “But he also booked her for your wedding next year.”
Stacey gasped the loudest I had ever heard her, as her eyes started to tear up. “What? How? Fiona Davis, for Nick and my wedding? That’s not…this is not real life. I’m going to go back to bed and be disappointed when I wake up to realize this was one awesome dream.”
“I’m serious, Stace,” I said, hugging her tight. “Fiona Davis will be planning your wedding.”
“No, she will not.” Stacey broke our hug and frowned. “It’s not just about her schedule, you know. I can’t exactly afford her. Neither can Nick,” she added when he cleared his throat.
“It’s already paid for,” I announced. “Zayden said he is grateful for you for helping with our relationship – first with convincing me it was a good idea to go out with him, then with helping with the ring – that it’s the least he could do. And for loving me or something.”
“Yeah, cause that last part is real hard to do,” Stacey quipped and rolled her eyes. “So we definitely need to be rewarded for it.”
“Shut up, Stace.” I giggled. “But seriously, Zayden is happy to do this, so please just accept it, okay? This way we both get to have our dream weddings.”
After another few protests, Stacy finally came around. “Okay,” she said. “Fine. We will accept, but what can we do for him in return, though? I don’t have anything!”
“Cookies,” I said brightly. “I bet you a million dollars – shit, I shouldn’t use such exaggerations anymore, should I? – okay, okay, I just bet you some love that Zayden has never had chocolate chip cookies that are as perfect as yours. Make him an enormous batch as a thank you, and I will take it with me when I move there tomorrow—”
“When you what?” Nick chimed in, looking rather disappointed. “Tomorrow?”
Shit. That was not how I was planning to break the news about my sudden departure at all. They were supposed to have been a few beers in, first of all.
“Okay guys, I know I talked about moving out soon, but even I had no idea it would be this soon. But given that I am getting married in three weeks, it only makes sense that I live with him for a little bit before becoming his wife, you know?” I couldn’t hide the annoying grin from my face as I said this.
“Aria.” Stacey shook her head. “We love you and you know that. We would keep you with us forever if we could. You don’t have to pretend that this is something you’re doing out of necessity. You can’t wait to start living with Zayden, it’s all over your face. And the important part is I am fucking ecstatic for you…”
I mock frowned. “So you’re not going to miss me? Why aren’t you more upset by this?”
“You’re an idiot.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course I am heartbroken. We are,” she added, as Nick sat in the corner. “This is bittersweet. I couldn’t be happier for you, Aria. You have met the man of your dreams who makes you ridiculously happy and would literally do anything in the world for you. Heck, he is going out of his way for your friends he barely knows, even! And you’re so in love it’s hilarious and adorable. So what I am getting at, I guess, is when should we start helping you pack?”
Those words brought unexpected tears to my eyes and before I knew it, Stacey and I were both bawling our eyes out and hugging each other.
“Wow, I sure feel the love,” Nick said sarcastically, so I went over and hugged him, too.
These were seriously the two best people I had ever met in my life. The last few years living with them had been something out of a sitcom on TV. I couldn’t believe that the time had come for me to move on. It was almost as though we were adults now. I was ready for that.
“It’s the end of an era,” Nick said, holding Stacey’s hand while we hugged.
Better words had not been invented to describe this situation.
Hours later, as we packed away my life, I was still explaining the mechanics of the wedding to them.
“So we will all fly over to New York that Friday and the wedding is on Sunday. Zayden is paying for our tickets, business class—”
Stacey gasped again. I was starting to get used to that as the background noise to my life.
“No!”
“Yes,” I said cheerfully. “I’ve never been in business class, either. But I hear there is champagne. We will find out sooner or later. And that is just the beginning of it. He is putting us all up in fancy five-star hotels right in Midtown where all the action is supposed to happen. All my life I have dreamed of going to Times Square, and now I will be staying so close to it while I prepare for my wedding at The Plaza. It’s insane is what it is.”
“Oh God, Aria, this is going to be like one of those weddings in the movies where you just have to think for a second if anyone in the world can afford such a thing. Now you can!”
“No, I can’t. Zayden can though, and he wants to, so why should I complain? Although, he did force a pretty heavy promotion on me so who knows, soon enough, maybe I would be able to afford such things myself?”
Stacey covered her face and fell flat on my bed. “I can’t anymore, Aria. Too much big news. Congratulations on the promotion. Although I should have seen that one coming a long time ago. You’re brilliant and Zayden knows this, so he would have offered you the promotion even if you guys were never romantically involved.”
“That’s what he said, too.” I frowned, being unable to fathom why everyone thought I was so smart. I should just be grateful for the opportunity, but it was difficult to believe that I had made it this far on talent alone.
“Give yourself more credit, Aria! You’re the best student in our year. The only time you got an A-minus you crawled into bed and cried for two days straight. If it wasn’t Zayden, some other big shot at some other bank would be eager to take you.”
“Fine, fine,” I said reluctantly. “I earned the promotion or whatever. I still need to graduate from college, you know?”
“Yeah, how do you plan to do that with the demands of your new job and planning your wedding?”
“Well, I am taking all my final exams early – so later this week – for this semester and then I will be done with my junior year. I’m going to try and do my senior year online. The dean has been understanding and willing to help me with it. She was worried if she didn’t try to work with me, I would go elsewhere, and my diploma wouldn’t have their name on it.”
“Nobody has ever fought so hard to keep my name.” Nick snickered. “Yet, you don’t think you’re intelligent enough to have earned that promotion. I think you need some therapy, Aria.”
“I think you guys need to shut up,” I said jokingly. “But anyways, I’ll have my degree and my job – and my soon-to-be husband, of course – so I am happy. I don’t really have to go in to work or start my new position until the wedding, which helps. Now that I have arranged to take my finals early—”
“When did you even manage to do that?” Stacey looked at me in awe. “Didn’t you just find out about all this earlier this afternoon?”
“I called the dean on my way home.” I waved my hand to suggest it was no big deal. “You know how I like to be on top of things.”
“You are like, from some other planet, my goodness. Any other girl – me for sure and Nick too and he is not even a girl – would be so consumed in the excitement of all of this that at least for a day, school would be relegated to the backs of our minds.”
“Well, school is important.” I grinned. So many wonderful things were happening and I had no idea why Nick and Stacey were insistent on showering me with so compliments. Perhaps it had something to do with me moving away, but it sure as hell made me feel wonderful.
“So in summary,” Nick said, looking at a legal pad. “You are getting married in New York in three weeks, you are taking your finals next week, and you start your new position at work after the wedding. And you’re moving out tomorrow?”
“Nick, have you been taking notes?” I burst out laughing. It was classic Nick.
He flashed me a confused look. “Shouldn’t I have been? As your – wait, what will I be doing in your wedding? Stacey is maid of honor. I can’t exactly be a bridesmaid. Wait, Aria, I am in your wedding, right?” He looked horrified by the possibility that he might not be.
“You are the brides-dude-of-honor. I made up that title for you. You will be standing next to my bridesmaids with honor, but you don’t have to put on a dress; a suit will do.” I smirked.
“Awesome, then as your brides-dude-of-honor, I have to make sure we document everything so there is no lag in any part of your wedding. And I also volunteer to be the errands guy. I love running errands,” he said with a straight face, making Stacey and I burst into a fresh set of giggles.
“Pizza’s here,” I said when the doorbell rang.
It was as perfect as the last night with my two favorite people in the world could ever be.