Freya betrayal

Freya's POV

"Gossip, Gossip. That's what you do here and that is why you can't get any man to marry you off and spend so much money just like this." I heard Madam Rosa cursing behind me and I shook, frightened by her act of dominance.

This wasn't new to me. She would always pick on me like I wasn't human enough. I just literally washed off some used plates and I decided to take some rest with my colleague but then she just had to show up.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." I bowed my head in respect and I heard her scoff.

"Get your head here and go serve the prestigious people out there." She announced, her eyes not leaving my body.

"Try nonsense and trust me, you are a goner." She warned,making me in hard.

" Okay, Madam Rosa."

She was the head of caterer's or what do you call them_Catering coordinator. She just has to make my life miserable ever since I started but trust me, this isn't my line at all.

I have always dreamed of my own event organization. I want to be the main event planner for every wedding going on but 8t is what it is.

I have to go with whatever comes my way to get established in what I love.

I picked up the trays filled with expensive glass cups filled with cocktails.

Madam Rosa gave me a sneer. " You know you have never in your entire life had a taste of this and I will warn you that you take things seriously here." She threatened again and I nodded before rushing out before any other words.

The Columns Hotel's Grand ballroom was one of the prestigious hotels in Louisiana. It is praised for its exquisite decorations. Perhaps I also want to be honored in a place like this.

As I walked into the center of the huge hall, everywhere was suddenly quiet as I could hear little cheers from the crowd to the couple's.

"A passionate Kiss"

My eyes scanned the lavish ballroom, my trained smile faltering as I took in the familiar faces. My gaze locked onto the happy couple at the altar, and my world crumbled.

The wide smile on my face was suddenly covered with a down graded expression.

The trays filled with glass cups fell, sending splashes to whoever was beside me and scattering broken glasses.

I retreated backwards, my legs and hand trembling as tears started to trickle down my eyes.

"Are you dumb?" I heard the angry voices of the guests but do I even care right now?

No. This can't be.

My fiance, Bryan, stood beaming beside my best friend, Rachelle, happily. Their hands entwined, a radiant diamond gleaming on Rachelle's finger.

The same diamond ring that was given to me by Bryan on my engagement day. My eyes searched my hand and I realized he had bought two different rings.

I raised my voice to say something but words were stuck in my throat. They didn't even see me.

I felt like screaming, but only a strangled gasp escaped from my lips. I was suddenly out of breath and I felt heat all around my body. My hands were trembling in fear, hurt and betrayal.

I watched them....I watched them share a tender glance, their lips inches apart as the Minister's words faded into the background.

Not a single word was heard, I saw myself as the berserk woman here. Everyone was happily staring at the couple.

To think, Rachelle could do this to me. How many years? The bound we created before Bryan came into the picture.

It just shouldn't have been her. She shouldn't have done this. Not to me.

Can't believe I fell for the trap when he said we were getting married one month from now.

My vision blurred, tears welling up like a stormy sea. I tried to turn away, but my feet seemed rooted.

I couldn't just take that whole thing in.

How could they?

How long has this been going on?

I stumbled backward, desperate to escape the torment that was before me.

It all didn't make sense. I just wanted to be out of this place. To breathe. To get over this frame that was plastered on my head.

With no thoughts than to heed to my heels, I ran out, my legs hitting hard on the broken bottles and cutting deep into my leg but I didn't care less.

I ran out of the vicinity, going to the kitchen wasn't the best option and yes, I lost the job already. It was quite a yes yes.

Getting to a stop at a corridor, I finally let my guard drop. Hot tears streamed down my face as I clutched my hand tightly to my chest, expressing how hurt I was.

I doubled over, my body wracked with sobs.

"Why?"

That was just the words that seemed to appear on their own. I had so much to say but I couldn't just help myself put it in words.

Why does love hurt so much!

The sound of my phone beeping brought me back out of my thoughts and I checked the caller, surely it was my phone.

I picked up the call, my tears stuck in my throat, not enabling me to say a word.

"Freya, are you okay?" That was all she asked, just that one question and I am ready to pour out.

I had no one to talk to or confide in rather than my mom. Right now.

I stood, my back against the wall, and I wiped my tears with trembling hands.

How could Bryan and Rachelle do this to me? They were my rock, my confidants. For me to have thoughts that our bonds were unbreakable.

"Freya?" My mom called again, her voice now sounding more worrisome.

"Mom?" My voice cracked.

"Freya, sweetie, what's wrong?" My mother's concerned tone came through.

"Bryan... Rachelle...getting married...I saw them..." I stuttered, the words very hard to escape in my lips. Perhaps I just couldn't believe everything yet.

"Freya, dear, please take things easy over there." I heard her comforting words. She pleaded for my heart and soul and ordered for my return home.

I hummed a simple "okay" before I hung up, my heart numb as I felt cold all over.

I knew I couldn't stay. Not now.

Where would I go? What would I do? I had nothing in mind but I wanted to be out of this place so bad and I don't want to go back into that house. Not now. Not now.

Somewhere more comfy would do.