Two Alphas And A Lie

"Are those flowers?"

Ramona asked the lady wearing a blue and white checkered maid's uniform as they heard the doorbell ring. She was pacing back and forth, checking every delivery arriving, looking agitated.

The maid opened the door, and indeed, a delivery guy wearing a uniform with a logo of Fleurs Decor was standing outside.

"Delivery to Mrs. Garcia," he announced.

"Yes, come in," Ramona replied as she heard the voice of the delivery man.

After making a casual wave to his team, four guys entered the mansion carrying exquisite blue and pink flower arrangements in delicate ivory vases.

"Are these carnations?" Ramona inquired, her eyebrows raised as she checked the flowers.

"Yes, ma'am," one guy replied.

She shook her head, obviously not pleased, "I told them to use something rare."

She sighed in exasperation after, "Never mind. Just bring them to the venue."

"Elena, show them the way," she asked the maid, who quickly did as she was told.

Catherine, Ramona's daughter-in-law, was doing her final gown adjustment. Ramona made a face, before nonchalantly stared at her from head to toe.

"You should have finalized your dress last week," she complained. "I told you to get the same designer then you wouldn't have any trouble but you were hard headed as always."

Catherine sighed, "It's just a tiny adjustment, mama. Besides, it's Saint's big day. I don't want to buy anything extravagant."

"It's the convenience and quality that should be our priority. You're not the one paying for it anyway, so why bother?" Ramona's tone was sarcastic. "And you're right, it's Saint's big day. So you're supposed to be looking after him and making sure that everything goes well instead of wasting your time on your own outfit, don't you think?"

Catherine decided to remain silent. She knew better than to argue with her overbearing mother-in-law. The conversation wouldn't stop unless she did.

"Where's Saint, by the way?" Ramona asked.

But Catherine ignored her and focused on her fitting. She sighed with relief when Ramona left without even saying goodbye.

"Saint, it's already ten," Jewel reminded Saint, who was lying on all fours in the carpet, busy playing a basketball game in his Xbox. He was so engrossed that he didn't hear his girlfriend speak.

Jewel impatiently took the controller away from him.

"W-wait," Saint tried to get it back but Jewel threw it on top of the bed. "Honey, come on!"

"You have to go home," she reminded him. "I just received a message from your mom and everyone's frantically looking for you. It's your big day, remember?"

Saint sighed, "Yes, it's my big day. Can't you all leave me be and let me spend one day of my life the way I please?"

Jewel raised her eyebrows, "I don't think so. You need to leave and get ready for the party."

"I'm too old for that," Saint snorted before diving into bed.

"But apparently not too old for a night party," Jewel teased.

Saint chuckled before looking at Jewel with a mischievous smile, "Last night was a blast. You have to admit it."

"It is," Jewel nodded in agreement. "A great party to start your coming of age."

Their conversation was cut off when the telephone rang.

Saint went over to check who the caller was.