The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

Anna's POV

I stare at his retreating figure before shifting my gaze to Pamela who is silently looking at me.

I move back to where we were seated and bury my head in my palms. I don't know why I am feeling this way towards Tony but I am damn hurt by the disgusted look on his face. He is making me feel cheap and worthless.

"Anna", Pamela is back beside me. She touches my shoulder, waiting for me to raise my head. She thinks I am crying but I am not.

I want to cry but no tears are coming. I am tired of crying. I am tired of all the problems showcasing its ugly face. I am fed up with everything. I feel like ending everything. Just a single mistake of mine is bringing me nothing but shame.

"Anna?" She calls again.

"Did you see the way he looked at me?" I lift my head to ask her.

"It doesn't matter", she shakes her head.

"What?" I exclaim. "It doesn't matter? He is going to tell everyone, he won't like me again", I half-yell.

She looks thoughtful for a while before asking me. "Do you like him?"

I realize what I said is wrong. I don't even know if I like Tony but the thought of not having him pester my life about dating him again is sickening.

"I thought you said you don't feel attracted to him?" She questions again, despite my silence.

I look away with a serious face. "I don't know."

She sighs and we remain silent, without attempting to stand up so we can go home.

"Let's go out", she says out of the blues, jerking me out of my reverie.

"What?" I ask, wondering what she means by going out.

She grins. "Let's go shopping."

Pamela knows how much I love shopping for new things and I know she is doing this just to cheer me up. I can't lose the opportunity of shopping with my best friend for anything in the world.

I smile and throw my hands around her to embrace her. "Thank you", I say, with tears streaming down my eyes.

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superb", Pamela comments on the dress I am wearing. It is a blue short gown with touches of silver flower and ribbons all over

will get this", I say,

being conscious of what I get. I have gotten four dresses

leave the dressing room. Pamela is still sitting

me up even before we got here. She kept making me laugh as we drove here. If anything doesn't make me happy, the thought of shopping makes me excited and I guess that did

all for the rest of the day, I will continue to think of what to do tomorrow, the rest of today should be

I say to

"Where?"

I raise the four dresses at her. She shakes her

shopped enough, I haven't too and we need to get for mom too", she stands

on getting things for me and my mom. "There is no need,

the shoe section", she grabs my hand and drags me to the shoe section. I can

love beautiful things. I can't deny the fact that I am materialistic

Pamela's father,

smiling because of the heels. I don't want to say no because I can see how beautiful

"It's beautiful."

"Yeah."

stiletto black heels, then a white sneakers, a neutral

minds. I am just thinking of how to rock the shoes if only I have all of

shoes for my mother. She adds 6 more dresses to mine, she selects them herself. She buys 5

to the cashier where

as I slump heavily to the seat beside her when we

smiles and looks at

a question?" I laugh. "Happy is an understatement. I fucking love you", I lean forward to peck her forehead. When I pull away, I watch her

beginning to get emotional and she knows I might start

me home. We chat on our way home, avoiding the

mom about the job", she reminds me when she stops the car in

already", I say to her and hop down from the

but I don't know if mom will like the idea of working with my best friend's dad. I just hope she likes it. I also don't know if this is enough to convince

myself I won't till the next day. I shake my head to wave the thoughts away,

of alcohol on the table and two glasses of wine. I have a feeling mom is hosting a guest.

I call and sit on