The Holy Trinity

The Holy Trinity

Prologue

December 2009

“They look really great together, don’t they?” I looked around to find a beautiful man that was sitting beside me spoke up. His green, jade eyes looked deep but sincere, showing that he was a smart one. His black tux looked well designed, something that looked like it was specially made for him by the famous our town Fairfield designer, perhaps Aerith Stalls or maybe Diamonds. His eyes were gazing to the altar of Trinity Wedding Venue’s, metres away from us, showing a couple that was just married.

“Perfect.” I blurted out. But the guy nodded in agreement, somewhat thinking that I was implying about the couple consisting of my best friend Katrina and her just legally vowed husband, Cameo, not the perfect figure of him.

“Anyway, I’m Hansen… Hansen Keller. Cameo’s my buddy, and well, he said that I’m going to be his son’s godfather.” He laughed, showing his perfect teeth whilst his palm was reaching out for me to accept.

Keller. The Keller family! Who didn't know about them? The owner of half area of our Fairfield town, the owner of huge mansions…  

“Adelaide. Adelaide Smith.” I told him my very average name, his hand shaking mine steadily, with the velocity of not too fast, nor too quick, doing the very right manner.

“Beautiful name.” was all he said, his eyes still smiling, just like his lips. I stared in shock, disbelief. Never for once someone called my name beautiful but my parents.

“Oh, and I heard that you are going to be Katrina’s daughter’s godmother, right? Awesome. We’re totally going to make perfect godfather and godmother!” he laughed care-freely, not knowing that deep inside, I was very happy about that idea.

December 2010

“So you uh… didn’t know about that before I told you?” Katrina asked, her face looked worried. She was sitting across me, right on a chair in Viny’s Diner. My mind was numb, that I just shook my head slowly, but not in a nonchalantly way.

 Hansen was going to be married. And he… he didn’t tell me about that.

We grew apart last 6 months, deciding that it wasn’t best for us to be together. He didn’t tell me why, he just told me that he couldn’t. Not a single reason.

I… I still loved him, though. I just didn’t know why he refused to invite me, or so I assumed. We broke up, yes. Cameo and Katrina had a son, yes, not a daughter so I wouldn’t need to meet Hansen randomly at their place anymore, yes. But still. Had he not think about how… disappointed I was?

Or maybe how hurt I was.

We were a very perfect, people say, couple, since we met in a pretty sweet place… had the same best friends…  a beautiful, full of sweetness relationship… well, the real one, not some fairytale relationship, shortly, it was a relationship any girl could ask for.

“So uh, here’s the invitation he gave me.” said Katrina, snapping me out of my thoughts.

But again… this was reality. She showed me a beautifully, sophisticatedly, velvety red embroidered letter.

I never believed in love, until I met you.

Hansen and Veronica

18. 12. 10

Together with our parents

Mr. and Mrs. Bloom Reitz

We request the honor of your chosen presence

Saturday, The Eighteenth of December

Two Thousand Ten

Two o’clock in the afternoon

THE TRINITY WEDDING VENUE

Fairfield Town, 13521

It was only a week away from this December eleventh.

I smiled, rather painfully. The reality just hit me; it was Veronica Reitz, the daughter of Fairfield’s second largest billionaire, definitely after Mr. Keller, Hansen’s dad.

He knew, realized that I was nothing compared to him. That I wasn’t worth it. That I wasn’t… meant to be with him, but Veronica, the very wealthy woman, was a right choice than this once an orphan woman.  

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I pulled the glass door in front of me, the door of my own gifts and flower shop of Fairfield. It was a passion I’ve always dreamt of- to be a florist, to have my own store. And yes, I was pretty famous now, people bought from me, my labeled flowers are everywhere, I achieved my dream, but still…