Page 51 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
“Maybe he only works here at night,” Camila said, taking the first sip of her soda. “So, that day I came hereshortly after you arrived. Before you joined me, I had only exchanged a few words with the bartender, I didn't talk to anyone else.”
“Well, I talked to a lot of people, but I didn't notice anyone having any intention of spying on me. How much do you remember from those drinking hours?”
“Very little. But I was still lucid when you sat down next to me, and we started talking.”
“Were you lucid when you said I was an asshole?”
“Alcohol gives us some courage to say whatever comes to mind. Well, it doesn't matter... After a few minutes of talking, I only have flashes of memories.”
“Remember the part about the beaded ring?”
Her face turned red, and I have to admit, I found it amusing how shy she got with anything, let’s say, more intimate. She’d probably remembered the argument that led us to 'get engaged.' She had said she wouldn’t sleep with me because we didn’t have a serious commitment, so I decided to solve that by creating a serious relationship for us.
If beaded rings exchanged during a drunken binge could be considered serious.
She looked around, pointing somewhere. I followed her eyes in the same direction, finding a very colorful booth, decorated with hundreds of trinkets.
“That's where we bought the damn ring, wasn't it?”
I nodded. I downed the last sip of soda and stood up, grabbing Camila's hand and pulling her with me.
We went to the place and, luckily for us, I recognized the attendant. She was a woman in her early forties, wearing a light, colorful dress that reached her feet, where she was wearing flat sandals. Her blonde, curly hair reached down to her waist, and she made a noise as she walked due to the number of bracelets she was carrying on her arms.
As soon as she approached us to serve us, she looked at us curiously, taking a few seconds to recognize us.
“You're back! Wow, what joy to meet again the most passionate couple I've ever met.”
This time, I was the one who felt a strong wave of embarrassment.
Passionate? Where had that crazy woman gotten that from?
Camila immediately let go of my hand, only seeming to realize at that moment that she was still holding it.
I cleared my throat, trying to maintain the lie.
“We're glad you still remember us. That night was very... intense.”
“I noticed.” She gave a small smile. “I hope you came to invite me to the wedding, like you promised you would.”
“We don't have the invitations yet, but we'll be back as soon as we do.”
I made a mental note to include the young lady on the guest list. Even though the wedding was scheduled to be canceled months before it took place, the invitations would be sent out before then.
I just hoped no one would bother to buy gifts in advance.
Camila took the floor:
“You know, we were a little drunk that night, and even though everything was beautiful and magical, just like we always dreamed it would be…” She paused, seeming to choke on her own lie. ‘Beautiful and magical?' She was really saying that. “We’re really sorry we don’t remember the details. I thought you could helpus with that. You know, it’ll be important for us to write our vows.”
And wasn't she good at that? And I was the son of an actress...
Camila seemed to be convincing enough for the woman, who smiled excitedly and began to recall the facts.
“Well, you were very excited when you got here. You were even singing.”
“Singing?” Camila frowned. Apparently, she didn't remember that fact.
Me neither, to tell the truth. I started thinking about what song we must have come in singing, and whatever option came to mind was far from what the girl reported.
