Dating My Exs Uncle

Looking at my reflection in the rearview mirror, I smoothed out the curls around my face. My phone vibrated on the car seat beside me, and I grinned, anticipating the identity of the caller,it was Reese, my best friend.

"Hey Reese!" Is our plan still happening later? I asked, leaning back in my seat.

"Definitely!" I need to get updated and I want to know all the specifics. "What is the task for today?" Reese had her usual bubbly tone, yet her curiosity was evident in her voice. She enjoyed being aware of the types of events I was involved in.

"A wedding." Seems like a major client. "I mentioned how Mr. Alvin was very specific about this particular one," I stated as I pulled into the venue's parking lot. The location was enormous, filled with tall columns and shiny windows, the kind of place that clearly demonstrated wealth.

"Hmm, that sounds quite sophisticated." Following this, you have earned yourself a beverage. I'll come pick you up later." 

"Agreed," I nodded, smiling at the idea. Reese always knew how to help me cope with stressful days. "I'll phone you once I finish."

Just as I was about to speak further, a voice coming from behind me suddenly shocked me. "Chelsea!" -  There is no time to talk. Mr. Alvin awaits."

I glanced upwards and saw Vivian, my colleague, eagerly motioning for me to come over. Standing by the entrance, she appeared frazzled as always, holding her tablet.

"I need to leave now," I hastily informed Reese. "Looking forward to seeing you this evening!"

Wishing you good luck! Before I ended the call, Reese made a chirping noise.

I hurried towards Vivian, who was already talking rapidly, after getting out of my car. "We are running late, and Mr. Alvin is in a bad temper." He's been continuously examining the plans. We must complete the table arrangement and ensure the dessert station is prepared. The visitors are expected to arrive very soon!

"I reassured her, attempting to calm her nerves despite my own starting to unravel." "We have this under control."

We quickly made our way through the large double doors and stepped into the impressive hall. I was amazed by the decorations, which were all gold and white, with big floral arrangements on each table, causing my eyes to widen. Everything was luxurious, yet another thing immediately grabbed my focus. A large banner adorned the front of the hall, shining letters displaying the names of the couple: Adams Hemsworth and Sandra Heathens.

I felt a sudden flutter in my chest. I stood still, gazing at the banner in disbelief. Adams Hemsworth?The same Adams Hemsworth that I know?

It was impossible. I felt my heart rate increase as I anxiously looked around the room for solutions. Could this have been a mistake of some sort?

Prior to me being able to comprehend anything else, Mr. Alvin advanced towards us, his face tense with anxiety. "Hey Chelsea! Great to see you've arrived. We're running out of time, but it's crucial for you and Vivian to concentrate on the finishing details. And please, remain alert for God's sake. This is not just an ordinary event, it is the wedding of Adams Hemsworth and Sandra Heathens.

I felt parched in my mouth. "Is Hemsworth Adams?" "Is he the groom?"

Mr. Alvin briefly looked in my direction while nodding, but his focus had already shifted elsewhere. "Indeed, they are currently at the church for the ceremony." Everything must be perfect before their return.

Adams' words hit me with the force of a truck. Getting hitched. To **Sandra Heathens, of all individuals-the dazzling actress I had only witnessed on television. And there I stood, in the center of the hallway meant to commemorate the occasion of their marriage.

All of a sudden, everything began to fall into place - Adams' unexpected work trip, his recent absentmindedness and emotional distance. I believed he was under work-related pressure. **He deceived me. He was tying the knot.