I decided to go upstairs and inform the bride first then the cake is in the van and I need some help to get the cake there.
I look to an elevator on the side of the Hallway just as a man steps through the cold steel doors before he begin toclose." Hold the door!" I said out loud, ignoring my frantic plea, the man presses a button several times, attempting to close the door." What a jerk!"In a desperate attempt to stop the elevator, I fling my shoe in a Hail Mary and it thuds against the button. The doors open and I sheepishly collect mymakeshift projectile." Can't believe that worked."I hurriedly, made it inside I dust myself off, doing my best not to shoot daggers at the stranger who tried to shut me out of the elevator." That's was impressive."" Excuse me?"I turn to the stranger. As I looked at him, my mind went blank. The man who stood before me was unrecognizable, his face contorted in a way that made my stomach churn. I felt a cold sweat break out on my skin as the shock of the moment hit me like a ton of bricks. My breath caught in my throat and I struggled to find the words to say. All I could do was stare at him, my mind racing as I tried to make sense of what was happening?" YOU??" I spat out.My mind went blank and he looked at me with confused expressions." My apology? But I didn't recognize you." he replied and I couldn’t believe my luck. Everything that could go wrong, had gone wrong. I stare into disbelief, muttering curses under my breath. “Why does this always happen to me?” I thought to myself. “Why can’t I catch a break?” feeling like the universe was conspiring against me. “This is just my luck,” I grumbled, shaking my head in disbelief. I still recovering from the fact that Ed was standing right next to me in the elevator. Oh shoot! Did he recognize me?" Hello? Miss...? Do I know you?" he said and pulled me back from my thoughts." NO! NO!... NO... I mean, I don't know you. Why would I know you?" I stutter and tried to calm my nerves." I am just asking you.Which floor?"The elevator begins to climb up with a low, metallic hum. He speaks without looking at me." Tenth floor," He press the ground floor button. "" Are you to the Rebacca Walsh wedding?" he asked me. I was dead when he asked me this question and a worst case scenario flashed before my eyes of him knowing my secret of mine." How do you know that? I didn't told you" I was digging Myself in the cold steel walls of the elevator and was just dying to get out of this elevator. I was trying my best to cover my face with my hair because I have just lied to him being at the hospital." I took a wild guess." he said and turned his face towards me. We stood facing each other, our eyes locked in an intense gaze. Time seemed to stand still as we stared into each other’s eyes, searching for something deep within. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my heart pounding in my chest. The connection between us was electric, charged with an energy that I couldn’t explain. We didn’t speak, didn’t move, just stood there lost in each other’s gaze.He shake his head and said, " Are you sure that we don't know each other?"" No! we don't know each other." I quickly responded to him and tried to him believe that we seriously don't know each other. And to divert attention from me on to something else. I spoke as he shifted his attention on the floor number."Why didn't you the elevator for me?" " Excuse me, Are you talking to me?"" Who else is here? besides you."" Oh, yeah right, I didn't heard you."I stick my fingers out and waves in front of his face and says's, " How many fingers are these?"" What?"" I'm just checking, if you're vision is good because you can't heard me but you can see me right,"" I apologize, I was thinking something and couldn't got what were you trying to say."" Nevermind, I know people like you would always treats a woman like me."" Excuse me, What do you mean?"" You knew, what I meant to say."" You are extremely judgmental."" No, I am not! I am not judgmental. I am just speaking the truth."" You are absolutely wrong," he replied.The tension in the elevator was palpable as we continued to argue.“I’m not being judgmental, I’m just stating the facts,” I insisted.“Well, your ‘facts’ are wrong,” he retorted. “You don’t know anything about me or why I didn’t hold the elevator for you.”“I know enough,” I shot back. “You’re just like all the other men who think they can treat women however they want.”“That’s not true,” he said, his voice rising. “You’re making assumptions about me based on one small incident.”“It’s not just one incident,” I argued. “It’s a pattern of behavior that I’ve seen time and time again.”“You’re being ridiculous,” he said, shaking his head.“I’m not being ridiculous, I’m speaking the truth,” I said, my voice growing louder.The argument continued to escalate as we both became more and more frustrated with each other. We were so caught up in our disagreement that we didn’t even notice when the elevator reached the tenth floor and the doors opened. It wasn’t until someone else stepped into the elevator that we finally stopped arguing and looked around, realizing that we had reached our destination.I looked at him one last time before heading out and I heard him saying to stop. My heart completely sink in my stomach but I didn't dare to look back at him or stop.I fasten up my pace and saw a beautiful sign, and the names of bride groom written in to beautiful lettering outside of the venue.As I step out onto the rooftop, I am immediately struck by the breathtaking view. The city skyline stretches out before me, with skyscrapers and buildings of all shapes and sizes. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over everything and making the sky a beautiful shade of pink and orange.The rooftop itself is beautifully decorated for the wedding. White chairs are arranged in neat rows, facing a small stage where the ceremony will take place. Flowers and greenery are everywhere, adding to the natural beauty of the space.To one side, there is a bar set up, with bartenders mixing drinks and serving guests. On the other side, there is a buffet table laden with delicious food. The smell of t
I can't believe this is happening to me. Why does everything always go wrong? I thought I had it all figured out, but no, the universe just had to throw me another curve ball. I'm so sick of this. Why can't I catch a break? Just once, I want things to go my way. Is that too much to ask? Ugh, I hate my luck. It's like I'm cursed or something." I am asking you what is happening in here?" He asked the manager and Robin looked at me in disbelief. Like, I've intentionally brought Ed here. I don't know what he is doing here in the first place.She shoot a glare into my direction and I shrugged off and returned my eyes back on Ed who was looking me. The manager step forward to answer him." These two girls are causing trouble. They want to enter into Miss Rebecca w party and when I refused to let them enter and call the security. They begin screaming and this one attack the security guard."The manager point the finger at me and I squeeze my eyes shut o
I cussed Robin for leaving me alone. I thought, She is going to help me but nah why would she do that? Because I have created this mess and now, I have to clean it. I heard Ed cleared his throat to caught my attention.I turned around hesitantly to face him, finding it impossible to meet his gaze. Guilt washed over me as I thought about how much I had lied to him. I felt like a terrible person.“Hey… again,” I said, waving my hand awkwardly and forcing a smile. I cringed at my own behavior, feeling ridiculous as I stood there waving my hand in front of him. I quickly grabbed my own hand to stop the waving.“So, I haven’t heard a thank you from you… Oh, wait, I forgot. I’m that kind of man who doesn’t treat women properly! Right?” he taunted, referring to our unexpected encounter in the elevator.My face flushed with embarrassment as I stood there, wishing I could disappear. But all I could do was take a deep breath and try to mainta
I call for a cab and get in the car before Ed comes back and try to stop me.I sat in the back of the taxi, tears streaming down my face. The cab driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror, concern etched on his face."What's wrong?" he asked gently.I sniffled and wiped my eyes. "Everything," I said, my voice choked with emotion. "I'm just a horrible person."The cab driver shook his head. "No one is a horrible person," he said. "We all make mistakes. It's how we learn and grow."I shook my head, not believing him. "You don't understand," I said. "I've hurt so many people. I don't know how to make it right."The cab driver was silent for a moment, then he spoke again. "It's never too late to make amends," he said. "It takes courage to admit your mistakes and try to fix them. But it's worth it in the end."I looked at him, considering his words. Maybe he was right. Maybe there was still hope for me.The cab driver nodded and started the car, pulling away from the curb. "Where to?" he
I walked into the bakery where I work, the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries filling my nose. As I made my way to the back, I saw Jared, my coworker, working at the cash register. He looked up and our eyes met, but he didn’t seem excited to see me.“Hey, Jared!” I greeted him with a smile.“Hey,” he replied, his tone flat. “Wait, you can’t go in there yet.”I stopped in my tracks, confused. “What do you mean? Why not?”Jared sighed. “The boss wants to talk to you first”" For, What?"" I don't know. He told me when you come to the bakery send you to his office. He wants to talk to you." He replied.“Oh,” I said, feeling a little deflated. I had been looking forward to starting my shift and getting to work in the kitchen. “Okay, thanks for letting me know."I turned around and headed back to the front of the bakery to find the paul and see what was going on. I begin wandering that why Paul wants to talk to me
I walked into the bakery where I work, the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries filling my nose. As I made my way to the back, I saw Jared, my coworker, working at the cash register. He looked up and our eyes met, but he didn’t seem excited to see me.“Hey, Jared!” I greeted him with a smile.“Hey,” he replied, his tone flat. “Wait, you can’t go in there yet.”I stopped in my tracks, confused. “What do you mean? Why not?”Jared sighed. “The boss wants to talk to you first”" For, What?"" I don't know. He told me when you come to the bakery send you to his office. He wants to talk to you." He replied.“Oh,” I said, feeling a little deflated. I had been looking forward to starting my shift and getting to work in the kitchen. “Okay, thanks for letting me know."I turned around and headed back to the front of the bakery to find the paul and see what was going on. I begin wandering that why Paul wants to talk to me but I quickly come to the conclusion that he is going to pay me my sa
As the guards entered Paul’s office, I could hear their muffled voices through the door. “Sir, there’s been some damage to your property,” one of them said. Paul’s voice was angry as he replied, “What? Who did it?”I knew I had to get out of there fast. My heart was pounding as I made a run for my car, which was parked near the bakery. I fumbled with my keys, trying to unlock the door.Once I was inside, I let out a sigh of relief and started the engine. But just as I was about to pull out, Paul appeared in front of my car, his face red with anger.“Stop!” he shouted, banging on the hood of my car. “You can’t just leave like this!”But I was determined to get away. With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to maneuver my car around him and pull out onto the street. As I drove away, I could see Paul in my rearview mirror, shaking his fist at me.I was shaking as I drove, my emotions all over the place. Part of me felt guilty for what I had done, but another part of me felt exhilarated by t
I turned around to go to the elevator and everyone was still looking me like I am a alien or something. And seriously, this making me thinking that I shouldn't have got into a fight with Paul. I am regretting a little bit but he deserves it. He is a dickhead. I couldn’t believe how shitty he had been to me. I had worked for him for five years at the bakery, pouring my heart and soul into my job. And what had he done at the end? Fired me.I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of anger and frustration. All those early mornings, all those long hours, all those burnt cakes and ruined pastries. It had all been for nothing. I will never go back to him and beg him to give me my job. Never, after what he had done and insulted me.I hurried towards the elevator, my heart pounding with anticipation. I had to get to the 10th floor and I couldn’t afford to be late. As I reached the elevator, my eyes fell on the sign that read “Out of Order”. My heart sank. I am chubby girl and the thought of climb