Three Thousand Miles - Forever, (book #3 of Three Thousand Miles, Series) (9 page)

“There is nothing to tell apart from we are very happy together and that I love
him.” The girls seem to accept this as an answer as they begin to talk amongst
themselves. I feel super bad and I need to apologise for my actions. I reach
over to Sophie who is sitting across from me.

“Sophie I am sorry, I didn’t mean to cause any awkwardness for you.”

 

“It’s okay Alanna, there was no harm done.” I smile at her as I take her hand.

 

“Sophie, have you told your parents yet?” She looks down at the table as my
words ring in our ears.

 

“Yes, I told them this morning.”

 

“And?” Sophie exhales.

“They weren’t too happy about it and they need time to process the news. To
be honest I don’t know how they feel about it. My parents didn’t say much all
they said was that they were disappointed in me.” Sophie holds back her tears.

“They are mad now but once that little baby arrives, everything will work out.”

“I hope so,” I feel awful for Sophie and I really do hope that her parents come
around and soon. I feel that Sophie is worried about becoming a mom and if
she is to survive it, she really needs her mom anddad to be there for her. I just
hope for Sophie’s sake, that they wake up soon and realise that they need to
be there for their daughter. Oh no what’s this? I turn around to see the server
making his way over to our table carrying a huge, pink cake. He is wobbling
towards us as he tries not to blow out the cakes, ten candles. I feel so
embarrassed as he places the cake in front of me. The girls urge me to blow
out the candles. I take a deep breath as I blow out the flames, my friends
become to clap their hands and cheer. I laugh at them as I begin to read the
message on the cake.

Congrats Alanna,

 

The server begins to slice the cake and he hands mea large piece. I take a bite
and my taste buds explode.

 

“This cake is amazing!” I gush. The girls tuck into their cake and they soon
agree with me.

Once dinner is over the girls inform me that the night is just beginning. We all
step out of the restaurant and in to the black limo. The car drives us to our
next destination as we sip on champagne. I find it odd as to why no one seems
to have realised that Sophie is not drinking. I shake my head at my friends as
they must be too wrapped up in themselves to realise. The car stops and
Katharine throws the door open. She drags me out the car and as the other
girls begin to pour out from the limo, I begin to scan my surroundings and I
quickly notice that we are at a club. I can hear music playing from inside the
building and I have a sudden urge to text Adrian. I did promise that I would
keep in contact with him during the night. As we make our way into the busy
night club I begin to search in my bag for my phone. I take it out and I see that I
have a few messages from Adrian. As I read through them I soon realise that
he is worried. With that in mind, I quickly compose him a text.

Sorry I didn’t reply sooner my phone is on silent. Anyway I am fine and having a
great time please don’t worry about me, I love you, Alanna x

I hit send as we take our seats at our VIP table. We are immediately served
with Bollinger champagne and strawberries with whipped cream. I cannot
deny that my friends have planned a wonderful evening and I am very grateful
and glad to be out with them. I have missed this feeling I have of friendship. I
have missed talking with my girls and hanging out and I feel sad that after
tonight our friendships are going to change forever.

Four

I wake early the next morning to a banging headache. I can’t believe how much
I drank last night and to be honest, I can hardly remember what happened. I
slowly climb out of my bed as I make my way into the shower. I start to wake
up once the hot water begins to trickle down my body. My head starts to
become clear and I have a sudden flashback of dinner. I remember our laughs
and the delicious cake. Katharine’s detailed description of her relationship with
Jeff was rather surprising and quite crazy. I don’t know why she shared her
private thoughts with us, but she did. I was happy when the night ended and I
was relieved that there were no male strippers. I would describe my
bachelorette party as pg-13 and that’s just how I wanted it.

“Alanna,” I hear my mom shout from down stairs. I quickly drop my hair brush
and I make my way out into the hallway to see what has my mom so rattled.

“Good your up.” My mom says as she stops half-way up the stairs. She looks
stressed in her tight, black leggings and roll neck sweater. Her hair is tied up
and she is carrying a black Filofax.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as I gently un-tangle my hair with fingers. My mom
begins to talk as she walks back down the stairs. I follow her as I take in her
words.

“Adrian is on his way here with his parents and we need to get organised.” We
reach the bottom of the staircase and I follow my mom into the kitchen. I scan
the room and there are so many people in here.

“Wow, it’s a bit crowed in here.” I say a little sarcastically. My mom rolls her
eyes at me as she thrusts her Filofax open. “Anyway, I think that you need to
take a time-out. Adrian hasn’t called me to say that he is coming, so we have
plenty of time.” My mom shakes her head at me.

“No Alanna, he called me and yes he is on his way here.”

 

“I am confused why didn’t he call me?” My mom’s phone begins to ring.

“He tried calling you but you didn’t answer so he called me instead. Listen
sweetie, can you please sort out the guest bedrooms? I need to take this call.” I
smile at my mom as she answers her phone.

I make my way back up the stairs and into – one of our guest bedrooms. I scan
the room to see what needs done and the bedding- free bed springs out at me.
I begin to rummage through the closet as I look forsome sheets. I find a new,
black comforter set and some nice silver cushions. I make up the bed and then
I begin to give the bathroom a once over. When I finish the first room, I make
my way into the next. As I scan this room, I notice that bed has already been
made and that all I have to do is freshen - up the bathroom. I grab some fresh
towels from the linen closet and I replace the soaps. Once I am satisfied with
the room I shut the door and head back down the stairs.

The doorbell rings and I rush to answer it. I pull open the heavy, oak door and
Adrian is standing in the doorway –with his parents, Michael and Emma. I
cannot resist Adrian as I lunge into his arms. He gently kisses the top of my
head as he loosens my grip on him. I smile at our guests as I lead them into our
house.

“I must say, this house is, lovely.” Mr Jenkins says as we glide through the
hallway and into the dining room. My mom has prepared lunch and she was in
the middle of laying the table when the doorbell rang.

“Mom,” I say as I loosen my hand from Adrian’s. “I would like you to meet, Mr
and Mrs Jenkins.” My mom places the silverware down onto the table as she
makes her way over to greet our guests. Mr Jenkins gently kisses my mom on
the cheek and so does his wife.

“It’s nice to finally put a face to the voice.” My mom gushes. We take our seats
at the table. I am stunned when my dad bursts into the room, he gently kisses
my mom on the cheek and then he shakes hands with the men.

“Dad,” I gush as he kisses me on my forehead. We settle into our seats and the
servers begin to bring out our food. Adrian gently places his hand onto my leg
and I turn to look at him. His green eyes are staring deep into mine and I can’t
help but smile at him. He runs his finger up my legand now is hand is grabbing
onto mine. Our families begin to talk amongst themselves. My mom and
Tabatha discuss the wedding whilst Emma listens. Mr Jenkins and my dad
begin to talk about business and Michael quickly joins in on their conversation.
Their voices are loud and quite deafening however I am distracted in Adrian’s
beauty. His soft, chocolate hair is slicked back and he is dressed casually in dark
blue jeans and a black shirt. His Rolex is strappedonto his tanned wrist and his
eyes are glowing. He smirks at me and then he pulls my hand upwards. He
holds my hand in front of his lips and then he gently places a kiss onto my skin.
I loosen my hand from his as I gently stroke his cheek. His skin is rough and he
has short stubble on his cheeks. He takes my hand again.

“Alanna, I have missed you so much,” he whispers.

 

“Me too, I know that it was only one night but it felt like a lifetime. Adrian, can
you believe that we are getting married in the morning?” He laughs.

“I never thought that I would ever get married. I never thought that anyone
would accept me and I never dreamed that I would meet someone like you.
Alanna, you are everything to me and I can’t believe how lucky I am to have
you.” I manage to hold back my tears as I take in Adrian’s words. He is so
romantic and he doesn’t even have to try to be. His accent consumes me and I
am lost in his sea-green eyes. I want to lunge forward and kiss him, but I know
that would be inappropriate. I compose myself as I reply.

“Adrian, you are the most amazing, gorgeous guy that I have ever seen. I am
lucky to have you. I love you so much that it actually hurts and I can’t wait to
be your wife.” He blushes slightly from my words and then we are interrupted.

“Adrian, Alanna would you like to join in on our conversation?” My mom says
in a sarcastic tone. I begin to flush hot as I let go of Adrian’s hand.

“Now that we have everyone’s attention, I would like to make a toast.” My dad
says as he holds up his drink. “Firstly I would like to welcome all of you to our
home. Secondly, I would like to congratulate my daughter on her engagement.
Now when Alanna first told us that she was going to get married, Belle and I
were a little concerned that she was too young. We were also worried about
this guy sitting over here, Adrian. My wife and I were considering killing you for
taking away our Alanna, but now we have seen how much you make her
happy and we cannot deny that you love her to bits.Nothing would make us
happier than to welcome you to our family. I trulybelieve that you two will live
happily ever after. So I guess what I am trying tosay is, welcome to our family
and congratulations Adrian and Alanna.” Everyone bursts into laughter at my
dad’s speech and then I turn to face him. He is holding up his drink at me and I
feel a gentle tear begin to run from my eye.

After lunch everyone seems to go their separate ways. My dad and Mr Jenkins
head into the study so that they can discuss business in peace. Tabatha joins
my mom as she begins to franticly prepare for the wedding. Michael and
Emma excuse themselves as they make their way up stairs – to their room. As
for Adrian and I, we are still deciding on what to do next.

“So what is there to do around here?” Adrian asks as we make our way out
into the driveway. I notice that my bodyguard is waiting by the door of the
house. I smile at him and I somehow feel sorry for him. It must be terrible to
stand in one spot all day, protecting people from their enemies. I don’t usually
get involved with my security, but something about him is different. He seems
sadder than I have ever seen him and I begin to wonder what’s wrong with
him.

“Adrian, don’t you think that my body guard looks, sad?” Adrian glances at him
and then he bursts into laughter.

 

“You amaze me, you know that?” I frown at him, is he making fun of me?
“In what way do I amaze you?”

 

“You amaze me in so many ways. But mostly, I am amazed at how much you
care about other people.” I blush.

“Seriously though I think that he is sad, maybe you should talk to him about
it?” Adrian escorts me to his car and he opens the door for me. I climb in and
Adrian quickly jumps into the driver’s seat. He starts the engine and then he
signals over to the bodyguard. Adrian rolls down the window as he approaches
us.

“Listen mate, we won’t need you for a while. Why don’t you take a break, go
and spend some time in the town. Here are the keys to my friend’s car.” The
guy can’t believe his eyes when Adrian hands him the keys to Michael’s
Lamborghini. Michael missed driving and he missed his car. He said that he
couldn’t handle it any longer, so he went out and bought a new car. I don’t
understand why he didn’t buy a different type of car after all he does have a
Lamborghini in London. At least he chose a different colour. Well to be honest,
Emma actually chose to have the car in, white. Emma will likely use the car
when Michael goes back to London. I am little surprised that Adrian hasn’t
brought his Rolls Royce out to the Hamptons, instead he has brought his
Mercedes S-class and if I am honest I do prefer it to the Rolls Royce. Don’t get
me wrong it’s a gorgeous car and Adrian loves it to pieces but, I hate the
attention that having a car like this brings. I don’t like the fact that everyone
stares and I feel a little embarrassed to be driven around in such an expensive
car. So I am glad that Adrian has gone for a more low-key car to use whilst we
are out in the Hamptons.

Adrian and I have decide to take a drive around town. It’s been so long since I
was last here and Adrian has told me that he has never been here before.
Naturally I want to show him around. We drive through the gorgeous streets of
East Hampton and I am stunned at how much I have missed it here. I have lived
here my entire life and I have loved it. I have so many wonderful memories
about living here. I remember my school years and how I loved to be on the
student council and to be the class president. All of that seems so long ago and
I still can’t believe that tomorrow is my wedding day. A cool chill vibrates
through me as thought enters my mind. I try to shake off my anxiety as I fix my
eyes on the outside streets. We slowly pass by the many restaurants and
boutiques that East Hampton has to offer and I can honestly say that I have
been in almost every one of them. When I was younger Sophie and I had a
major addiction to shopping. Every day, after school we would spend our time
walking these streets. We would float from store to store, trying on their
beautiful clothes. I sigh as I think back in my happy memories and I know that
once I am married, I won’t be spending much time here in the Hampton’s.