Page 98 of Faking the Pass
“No, I’m here,” I said after gasping for a new breath. “Can I call you later?”
“Sure. You okay?”
“Yeah… yeah I’m fine. All good.” It was a lie.
As I watched the video of our ceremony and then the footage taken during the hours afterwards, I was definitely not fine.
In fact, I felt a bit like I was having a heart attack, and I couldn’t have torn my eyes away from the screen even if lightning struck the house and the roof was on fire.
The video team must have emailed this to Presley once they’d finished editing. Apparently they’d placed a couple of minicams inside the chapel—one trained on his face, one on mine.
Those shots were tight, and the editor had interspersed them with shots from the doorway, where you could see our full bodies and the heads of our guests silhouetted in the candlelight.
It was absolutely stunning.
The close up shots of our faces even more so. Well, I kind of looked like a deer in headlights, but Presley’s face was… beautiful.
As he listened to the minister and said his vows, he looked so serious, so focused and intense. But it wasn’t the kind of intensity I’d seen on his face during football game broadcasts.
This was softer and maybe a little… tender?
And his voice… I’d always loved it, but listening to it here…wow.
As Danielle had said, there were shots of Presley’s face all during the reception dinner and the dancing where they captured his expression.
He looked for all the world like he wanted to be there, doing exactly what he was doing.
They got some of me, too— my tears during the toasts, me looking up at him during our first dance, in wonder over his song choice.
It all looked so…real. No wonder people were talking.
After watching the video beginning to end several times, I scrolled through the comments on one platform then another.
Our fake wedding seemed to be having the desired effect already.
It might have occurred to me to be irritated that Presley had posted this publicly without letting me see it first—if it hadn’t been workingso well.
This was the plan right? People were apparently captivated by the idea of us.
There were almost no posts I could find about the previous wedding that hadn’t actually happened.
It was a testament to Presley’s undeniable appeal that more women were shipping the two of us than were trolling me for jumping from one guy to the other so quickly.
There was basically a consensus that Presley Lowe would be irresistible.
And they were right.
Of course there were also plenty of comments from women devastated that he was no longer on the market. Opening the blinds a crack, I watched him standing near the edge of the pool, toweling off his legs.
In my opinion, he was mistaken that a wedding band would keep all of his pursuers away—some women wouldn’t care.
AndI’dbeen wrong to think I’d be able to spend so much time in close proximity with him and keep up my resistance to his charms.
I couldn’t fight it anymore.
Not after watching that wedding video.
But I’d thought of a way to handle this that would keep me safe. At least somewhat.
