I pour more punch into my cup, and take a long sip. Camila and Marco were running around the place, and I was very close to locking them up inside a room. Diego was talking to Lara, which I was completely fine with.
As long as they didn't kiss.
Because that would jeopardize the whole plan.
I started walking around. I felt a warm breath on my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine. I don't know who thought that was romantic, it was creepy. And well, there was only one creep I knew.
"Diego," I hum. I also recognized his cologne, the passageway stank of it.
"Hey sexy, you know you can drink the wine, the Hernandez's only choose the best," Diego purrs.
I see people looking at us, and force a giggle that sounded as genuine as I could manage.
"Love," Diego whispers, and I look down, as if I was hiding a blush. "Hm, my fiancé can act a 'lil'" Diego chuckles.
"Go away," I murmur.
"Aw why?" Diego asks, and I could feel his smirk against my ear.
"You're causing a scene," I hiss, and Diego chuckles.
"Oh honey!" Diego says this loudly, and kisses my cheek.
It took everything in me not to hit him.
Francesca and Leon start running towards me. Leon twirled Francesca around, and I chuckle. They jump when they reach me.
"You two are such good actors," Francesca says loudly.
I cover her mouth, and look around worriedly. Luckily, everybody was engrossed in their own conversations. I let out a breath of relief.
"Oh right, you don't want everybody to find out-" I clamp my other hand over Leon's arm.
Finally, realization struck me. My two best friends, were stupid enough to get drunk. Drunk to the bone. Which means they might blurt out my secret. And then my parents would lose everything. And it would all be my fault.
"I love you guys, but I have to do this. And you're probably going to kill me later, but anyway," I drag them away, and towards the rooms.
I push both of them inside and lock the door. I breathe a sigh of relief before walking back. As I reach the living room, I see a familiar mop of black hair, exit to the balcony, the only thing was that it was evident he was being dragged.
Camila. Still dancing with Marco. -I should've videoed them doing the funky chicken, it'd be great entertainment-
Gregorio, with my parents.
Lara.
Outside with Diego.
I was fine if they had their little thing, it would just really help if they kept it a secret. I take a deep breath, before putting on a huge smile.
Talk to my family.
I remembered Diego telling me.
I walk over to his aunt Elizabeth Adrelle. She was the one who had recently moved to a new mansion. The other was too small for her. Seventeen bedrooms, how could somebody wth no husband or children ever live there?!
"Hello, Ms Elizabeth," I greet politely.
"Hello Violetta," I could tell by her tone, that she was part of the people who thought that I was just a faker.
"How's the new mansion? Is it big enough? Diego and I would love to visit sometime!" I say and her jaw falls a little bit, but she hastily covers it up.
"Oh yes, it's fine for now," She says, in her high pinched voice.
"That's brilliant! Oh, and Ms Joanne, how's your son doing in flight school?" I ask, feigning authentic interest.
"Oh he's doing great thanks!" Joanne says kindly.
"I do hope that he won't mind flying Diego and I around sometime," I say with a laugh.
"Yeah, like I'd trust Johnny with my wife's life," Diego appears, slipping his hand into mine.
"You should have some trust sweetheart," I say fake smiling at him.
Joanne laughs at us, and then she and Elizabeth walk away, wishing us a wonderful marriage. Diego pushes my shoulder softly.
"I have trust okay," Diego glares at me.
"Really now?" I ask teasingly.
"I'm living with you aren't I? I'd say I have a lot of trust, because I trust that you won't slap me again," Diego smirks and I scoff.
"I may just do it again, with you and your-" Diego cuts me off with a finger to my lips.
I see that a cousin of his was coming towards us.
"You owe me princess," Diego whispers.
"Call me Violetta, please," I beg and he chuckles.
"Now, babe, why would I do that?"
Before I can give him a sarcastic retort, his cousin comes. I excuse myself, and walk to my parents -who started towards the balcony- , who I had hardly talked to the whole night. Yes, I was still extremely angry about the you're getting married thing that came all of a sudden, but they were parents at the end of the day.
As I walked outside, I started to hear the not so hushed phone call, that was on speaker.
"No Luca, we told you to stop calling us, and we will not give you Violetta's phone number, email address, physical address, nothing!" My mother shouts.
"Luca!" I gasp, and they turn towards me, a look of shock and surprise crossed their faces.
"Violetta-"
"Give me the phone!" I demand and my mother quickly ends the call.
"You know that your connections are cut, for good reasons," Dad says in a stern voice.
"Yeah? Give me one good damn reason!" I scream, and I knew that people could probably hear me, but I hardly cared.
I wanted to see Luca. I wanted to talk to Luca. I wanted to even see a message from Luca.
Just something.
"What's going on here?" Another voice joins our heated conversation.
"Hernandez, can you stay-"
"No, can you stay away from my fiancé, get out of my house," Diego's tone was firm, and scared m more than my father's did.
"You cannot do that!" Mum protests.
"Try me," Diego seethes.
My parents huff, and storm out the room. After a few moments, Diego finally speaks to me again.
"Who's Luca?" Diego asks, giving me a concerned look. He could tell I was shaken from the conversation.
"My brother," I breathe.
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DUN DUN DUN, take a guess why the connections are cut off ; ) Wasn't Diego just so cute?? So this engagement party is taking like four chapters? Yikes. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!
~Lexy 😈
((Media in a way is her when she heard her parents talking, idk)