Mafia King s Fiancé

- Hazel -

It's our anniversary today. Tristan and I are finally celebrating being one year together and he told me he has everything planned. All I need to do is meet him at the hotel. One of the best in the city.

It's hard getting a reservation there. One has to apply and wait for months before a space is available. I blushed, walking out of the flower shop with a bouquet. I dipped my head in it and inhaled. The floral scent mix makes me feel even better.

That shows how much he cherishes us. I'm still hyped about the whole thing and can't wait to tell Kate about it.

I'm sure my phone will be buzzing with messages before I arrive at the hotel. Kate is my childhood friend and best friend. We planned to attend the same campus and follow the list we wrote as kids of how we want our lives planned till I met Tristan. That didn't change anything between us, but we're far apart in different states because now, Tristan and I are in the same university.

Bad choice, I know, but how could I resist going to school with my hot boyfriend? It was like a dream come true for me, fulfilling my pinterest desires while doing couple stuff? How could I say no?

A buzz from my back pocket diverted my attention and my hand reached out to it. Pulling my phone out. My thumb swiped to the side and I picked the call.

"Uh, hey Theresa? What's up?" I asked, supporting my phone to my ears with my shoulder while trying to balance my purse, the shopping bags and the flower bouquet in my hand.

"Seriously? Don't tell me you forgot." Theresa asked. I heard a pop from the other end and I could tell she was chewing gum.

"Forgot what?"

"Patty's show?"

"Uh.." I tried to remember, running my eyes at the sky. What show?

"Her stage performance at the opera?"

Oh wow. That seems huge but I can't remember. When did Patty sign up for a show? When did she become a dancer?

"Hazel! The one we signed her into a month ago and forced her to attend rehearsals." Theresa beamed and I gasped, pulling my hand on my lips. Because the bouquet was in my hand, it slapped my face and I choked on some flower petals.

I cleared my throat trying to remember. "How late am I?" I croaked, rushing to the traffic light. I pressed the button and waited for it to flash green, meaning passengers can walk.

"Thirty minutes early." Theresa sassed.

"Good. Text me the address and I'll be there!" I cut the call and held my phone to my face. I got the address notification and put it on my map. Calling an uber. He'll be here in ten minutes. I rolled my eyes and groaned. Just great! I huffed and slid my phone in my purse, having a meltdown. Patty will kill me if I am late. Theresa said we signed her into the show! How could I have missed this? I looked at my outfit. It's not bad, it just doesn't scream I-am-cheering-for-my-friend-on-her-big-day. But it'll do. It has to. I pulled my phone out of my purse, checked the time then dipped it back in. I really need a watch but my outfit really needs a make over.

Ugh! I don't have time to go home for a quick change. I tapped my toe on the floor impatiently. The traffic light is still red. Come on, come on, how long does it take to make cars halt already? With annoyance I kicked the stand with my boots and regretted my decision instantly.

My face reddened and I puffed my mouth with air to avoid screaming. I don't have time to wail, I need to get to Patty. To my advantage, it worked and I rushed to the other side of the road, walking in front of the restaurant I set my location in. I dug my hand in my purse and checked my phone. The uber will be here in seven minutes. Maybe I'll grab a take away bite for Patty. It's a good reason to explain why I'm late and my little apology. Plus the flowers! I cleared my throat and walked into the restaurant. My foot hurts, but this is my little punishment.