CHAPTER 1 : CONFUSED MRS

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The instant my feet stepped into the room, my eyes caught on the illuminating stance light, touching the surface point of the stage directly on the lone mic situated in the center. A burst of blue shimmered light on the figure which had caught my attention, for the last six seconds.

"Shit!"

The last thing I ever expect happening to me is my three hundred dollars dress ripping from behind, showcasing all of my covered assets to everyone present in the room.

Currently, I stood at the corner of the large ballroom, holding a flute of champagne, uncomfortably plastering a forced smile on my face greeting those passing by, or those wanting to start a conversation; my raging glare sent them to their heels.

The sophisticated way everyone in the room lifted their shoulders proudly irks me a lot.

So fake, I snorted in disgust.

But that was least of my worries now.

Apart from having a torn dress, I find myself in a tight situation. I needed to find Simone Brewer. Silently I prayed deep down that he would be present tonight. Simone has finally become a busy person, and might not appear tonight, even if it concerns his twin brother's engagement.

My mind wandered back to how I found myself here in the first place, to begin with. My father Harry Snow; well known man with a high standard reputation, though hard and serious outside, but a softy inside.

My father has always been my inspiration, a man with quality, something I wish my future man should have; to be able to withstand pain, standing tall and firm during hardship.

But it's hard to come across such a man in a society such as this filled with frauds, thieves, money starving wolves, the women happen to be the worst. I mean how desperate can they get? Showing off their bank account on their dressings, obviously for competition reasons.

My cornflower eyes connected to my father's as he gave me a brief nod; a sign of awareness. I complied back with a nod, trying to hide my discomforting state. 

I'm thankful he had allowed me to come along with him and my mother. It made it easier to confront Simone Brewer.

I gulped down the entire champagne in the flute, lucky enough a waiter with a full tray happened to walk past me. Immediately I exchanged the empty to a filled one.

My hands were so sweaty I felt the urge to wipe it on my dress. The event-hall room was hot and uncomfortable.

If I need to survive the night I'll certainly need a boost of courage. Though, I'm silently praying I'm not hurting myself in the process.

One of my shaky hands found its way to my still flat stomach. The nerves are beginning to get to me already. But somehow, the courage in placing a strong facade wasn't lost from me. I wouldn't want to give myself away to anyone who knew me.

I moved through the gathering crowd on the spacious lawn skirting chattering groups of guests holding champagne flutes. I felt glad I had forethought not to wear stiletto heels that would have sunk into the envisioned soiled ground and impeded my progress, I paused only to take a full glass from one of the circulating waiters again.

The last place I'd ever want to be is here. But the ladies by my side wouldn't want that for themselves; or should I say, Emma Brown the star of tonight, from what I heard, her engagement to Travis Brewer, one of the prestigious families in the whole society is going to be announced tonight.

Emma Brown has a running mouth, with her brunette hair stylishly hung by the side peppered with diamond hair clips which by the way I find totally unnecessary. Coupled with her flashy dress slitted by the side-showing her entire thigh, with manicured fingers she got made in Paris.

How did I know?

Standing beside her, you'd expect to hear more about how she was pushed out from her mother's womb. Her mouth just won't stop!

"Gina, what're you doing over there?" A hand catching hold of my upper arm snapped my gaze away from the ladies. The presence of my mother, the older version of me, her pale white skin, straight nose, cornflower eyes, and brown hair. Yeah, we were twins.

One thing you should know for sure, I'm not a mama's girl, but rather a papa's girl. Louisa Snow and I weren't that close; she isn't a bad mother who neglects a child. I just tend to spend more time with my father than her. Call me spoiled but Harry Snow is more given than she is.

"Nothing, just taking the clear view of the aristocracy hovering around." I murmured more to myself than her, but somehow like always she heard my loud and clear.

"That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard. Sometimes I wonder if you're really a Snow." Louisa chastised me, roaming her eyes around me, from head to toes.

She wasn't always like this. But ever since one of her sons nearly died, she kept herself more strict and closed off than before. Probably due to fear. At times that nonchalant facades drops down, giving way to overprotectiveness. The shock was far too great that it kept her mood changing each time.

I shrug in response. "You know better since you happened to be the one who pushes me from your va-"

Louisa's glare shut me up instantly. "Don't you dare finish that word, miss. You wouldn't want your allowance cut short." She scoured me, pointing her index finger to my face, but immediately put it down once realizing where she was.

I couldn't help but scoff out in response, completely astonished by her words. "Mom, you've never given me any weekly allowance, much less a monthly allowance. Dad does that." At my counter statement, I caught sight of my father, waving at him briefly.

"Who do you think tells him to do so? And never mind, come let's take a seat with your father, he's waiting. The announcement will soon beginning shortly." Louisa moved to head back, but my hand quickly held her back.

Discomforted and embarrassed, my face frowned at the next statement attempting to run off my mouth. "I can't."

"Why?" My mother faces contort in confusion while staring around carefully not wanting to create a scene.

"My dress is torn," I whispered to her ear once she leaned in towards my lips, clearly sensing my mood. Instantly I regretted those words coming from my mouth with the way her eyes scrutinize my dress.

"How much did you purchase this dress?" She questioned, I could imagine both her hands resting on her waist as she normally does in private.

My spine froze in shock. No, she wasn't that smart to detect, was she? Deep down I knew better than to deceive her. It's only useless and time consuming.

"Two thousand?" I muttered, but the intensity of her gaze made me take back my word. "Three hundred." The disappointed gaze she shot my way, almost made me pivot out from the room, like a fire had been set on my invisible tail.

"Where did the remaining money go?" I opened my mouth for quick defense, but immediately she shut me up with her eyes. "You and I are going to be having a serious discussion when we get home. The announcement has started, come along I'll cover you up. Just don't get up from your seat."

Take a few steps towards the round-circular table beautifully maintained, it had stood the test of time with its white-painted timbers, surrounded with few social butterflies.

The moment I sat on the chair, the Brewers walked into the room, causing a round of murmured praises moving around the table. 

The prestige family.

The Brewers are known to be one of the richest families in Seattle, due to their huge gadget company. Number one in Seattle, and number Four in the country.

So the news about one of the Brewers sons getting engaged was a huge piece of information that wouldn't go unnoticed by anyone. The TV station announced the news, and invitations spread around to people.

Such a thing as Brewer's news, happens to be huge news.

But I couldn't care less. I find myself searching through the Brewer's family, trying to see if I could capture the sight of a certain Brewer I wanted to see. Simone Brewer. I felt my heart sank the moment I realised he wasn't with his family as they walked into the large room.

He wasn't coming.

My eyes found a familiar dark eye. Even at the distance between us, I felt the full force of his hostility, as if something had thumped me in the chest.

Travis Brewer.

They wasn't denying who he was. Travis Brewer. He had the well known Brewer's face and figure, and their signature curly black hair.

He was definitely the twin brother of Simone Brewer I hadn't met before.

I could feel my head cloud blotting out nervousness. The rail spine in my back sparked, once both our eyes erupted together. The intensity vibrating from his wild wicked, sinister stare prompted me averting my gaze away from his.

His deep black, masculine stare no more than a meter or so away, that startled me with its glittering admiration. The eye contact lasted only long enough for a fleeting impression of a hostile storm-sea glare under lowered brows, a strong nose with flared nostrils, a clear-cut upper lip and a fuller, sensuous lower one, and a couple of weeks dark growth lightly framing a wide, stubborn and very masculine chin.

Though he looked like a Brewer, he was far different from his twin brother. Simone had that striking attractive face that would make heads turn, but Travis wasn't the type that would attract attention. He wasn't looking bad. He's fine and masculine a little, not too much like Simone. Travis eyeglasses gave him that nerdy clean look, followed by his curly hair.

Travis figure might attract most ladies. But not me. He wasn't my type. His face was far too hard and serious for my liking. I prefer a more smiley and teasing face, like his brother Simone; even though he's a dickhead.

Travis still kept his gaze on me, even as he walked to the stage.

What is with the man? Why is he looking at me like that? Something about him felt familiar, something I couldn't point out.

The creaking sound of the mic turned on echoed in the large room, capturing everyone's attention-though already expecting the next words coming from the source. But leave it to the high standard of society, to make it into a huge proportion.

Travis Brewer cleared his throat, averting his stare away from mine, glancing around the room as though checking if he'd succeeded in capturing everyone's attention. But why wouldn't he? For God's sake, he's a Prestige!

"Good evening everyone." He greeted. "First, I'd like to thank you all for being here today for such a lovely day, such as this joining in celebrating another successful contribution to this highly respected community. Thank you once again. But-" He paused for a few seconds. I could sense from where he stood, the undisclosed nervous vibe, pushing out from him. I'd sworn his eyes shifted to where I sat, for a second. "-Emma, please come upstage." 

By his word, my eyes connected to Emma's feet pivoting in speed towards the illuminating stage. The irritating, obviously fake grin refuses to wipe off from those make-up plastered face. Swaying her stiff hips, in what I could guess she thought was seducing. Certainly she failed woefully.

Failed! Hands down.

"As you all know, Emma and I are getting engaged tonight," Travis spoke calmly, too calmly and collected. His cautious statement was drowned out by an oblivious Emma, as the smile refused to leave off her face till she heard his next word. "But there wouldn't be any of that taking place today." He concluded.

I could feel myself adjusting at the edge of the fiber white chair-clearly intrigued by the scene about to take place, with the weltering silence. 

Something big was about happening, and I wasn't going to be any part of it.

A shrieking noise made way from Emma's lips, with ten folds of rivers ran through her large eyes, making her perfected make-up smatter off her cheeks. 

My body seems to shut down. Not by Emma's tantrum, but rather by the impelling glare from everyone in the room, right on me. Which oddly was wrong, until Travis's words sank into my head.

"I'm already married to Gina Snow." Travis broke the hell shaking news.

Deafen silence vibrated around the whole room. Except for me, as I immediately spluttered my glass of requested water on the man right opposite me, in which I was rewarded a glare. Not that I care with the unending chock raging, spreading through my chest.

A gentle pat on my back, coming from my mother's side prompted me to glance at my mother in dismay. The blankness from both her parents' side, confused. Weren't they surprise at all? Aren't they supposed to yell? Shout? Or do something at the new revelation?

Why weren't they doing anything?

That became the least of my worry, when the realization of what had just taken place.

I'm married to Travis Brewer? Simone's twin brother?

Travis Brewer is four-eyes? The man I've been looking for since two months? Travis Brewer is the stranger I met in Vegas, he's the stranger I married? Travis Brewer, the man who might possibly be the father of my unborn baby.

The air became tight to breathe in. My hands are shaking. I suddenly became sick at the new knowledge, the room spinning in front of me.

I'm pregnant for either brothers. 

Simone or Travis.

I don't know who impregnated me. I'm doomed.

If the day couldn't get any worse, Emma took the opportunity to paint herself as the victim. Dragging her feet to where Travis stood, her hands grabbed his collar in a tight grip, one to leave a rumpled mark on it. 

"How could you!" she bawled out, letting her dramatic tears run down her chin. From where I sat the emotional words from her almost felt real, but she knew better than to believe whatever Emma showcased publicly, though receiving an embarrassing public rejection from a man like Travis Brewer would hurt a lot, with a huge package of humiliation.

What I wasn't expecting was the immediate glare Emma shot my way. I found myself unable to speak out. I was still lost for words, on finding out I had slept with both Brewer brothers.

I felt like a harlot.

"You planned this didn't you?" Emma snared, releasing Travis with a hard shove to point at me, before matching out from the stage towards where I sat. 

The urge to vomit was too overwhelming to ignore. I tried holding myself from throwing up, with one of my hands placed on my mouth.

Emma stood opposite me with an angry glare and rage boiling out from her. "You slut." She raised her hand to slap my cheek, but stopped with a scream leaving her mouth.

Apparently during the time she was preparing to slap me, I had stood on my feet, sighting Travis behind Emma trying to stop her from causing me any harm, and vomited on Emma's expensive dress, completely forgetting the fact that my dress was torn by my butt, giving people a large display.

I was unable to say anything, as I had thrown up all that I ate and drank. The entire stress and shock already getting to me. The whole room spun as I fell into the arms of darkness.

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