Attending His Wedding

Mia's heart pounded as they approached the hotel entrance. There were people from the media and some passersby who just wanted to take a peek of the wealthy people arriving at the wedding of one of the most sought after bachelors in the country.

It was a controversial wedding since the woman was once introduced as the fiance of the eldest son of the Hudson's and now, she's getting married to his younger brother, Nicholas Hudson.

As the rented vehicle arrived at the red carpet, everyone outside wondered who was inside. Was it someone from the entertainment industry? A politician? An heir or an heiress? They waited for the driver to open the passenger side, and they couldn't stop frowning when two beautiful women stepped out of the car.

Ady told Mia to be confident. It's the only thing that they had at the moment. They brought themselves without knowing what would happen on that occasion.

Mia was invited, but it was simply telling her that she didn't belong to the upper class. Ady knew about it and she wouldn't want her friend to give up without a fight.

"That person gave you an invitation thinking that you won't come because you don't belong, so you just have to show everyone that you're one of them."

"But I'm not."

"Yes, you are! You're Amelia Lane and you're Harry Grayson's daughter. Maybe you're an illegitimate child, but you are his blood. Nothing can change that. It's time you make a name for yourself."

Ady was a true friend, she thought inwardly.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the lights from the cameras started flashing. She felt Ady's hand squeezed her gently as if telling her to calm down.

She took a deep breath and gave everyone her sweetest smile. Yes, she had no money. No car. No home. And no family. What she had was a friend who believed in her.

She started posing on the camera like a supermodel. Although the people were confused about who she was, they still took her photos because she was a natural beauty.

"Who is she?" One of the reports asked.

"No idea. But she's gorgeous! Maybe she's a friend of the couple from overseas." Another reporter answered.

"I think she's a model. She looks like someone I saw years ago." A passerby commented.

Ady stood at the back, letting her friend shine. She also had her reason to attend the wedding. It's because of Mr.Thatcher. She accidentally saw his invitation, and she wondered if he would bring his cheating wife tonight.

"You stole the night." Ady chuckled as they walked inside the hall.

"You think so? I was just imitating my mom. She was a part time model and I saw a video of her in a fashion show once. Ever since that day, I have collected all the magazines she was into." She smiled.

"You're a natural. You should have applied in a modeling agency, not in a club."

She never thought of that. She wasn't even confident about her looks, and she always wanted to finish her studies, not work using her body.

They were guided to sit in table number five, together with other important guests. She glanced at the faces of the people who attended the wedding, looking for someone familiar.

What if the man from that night was also there? Would he recognize her? She thought to herself.

"That's the CEO of Lincoln Entertainment, Catherine Lincoln." Ady whispered.

Her eyes widened, recognizing the woman. "Isn't that Dylan's—"

Ady nodded. "She's Dylan's client. Well, she's his only client. Dylan is not an escort, but she likes him so Mama made an exception."

The woman was already in her mid-fifties, and Dylan was only twenty six. She would visit the club twice a week and would sit on a couch at the corner.

Dylan would serve her and chat with her, then she would leave after drinking two bottles of wine.

"Look, Senator Wilson Tiu is here." Someone from their table mumbled.

The youngest senator who won in the recent election, Wilson Tiu. He had a very good platform when he ran last election including the increase on the wage of workers in different sectors and ending the issue of contractualization and exploitation of workers.

He was one of the great politicians in the country, idolized by the people, especially the youth. But he's also one of the regular clients of Club Montefalco. And he had a very bad temper.

"Ady, most of the men and women here are clients of the club." She whispered.

"You noticed."

The wedding reception was about to start when the newlyweds arrived. She heard the applause from the guests, but she couldn't take her eyes off Nicholas.

He wasn't smiling, but he greeted the guests politely. She quietly observed him as they started the program.

"Can I ask for your name, Miss?"

She was startled when a gentle voice whispered on her right side. When she turned to see who it was, a man wearing white coat and tie was smiling at her. Mia knew that he was gay because of his pink blush on and lip gloss.

"Amelia Lane." She smiled, reaching out her hand.

"Skylar Grayson."

Her heart dropped, hearing the last name of Skylar. Then she saw him grinning at her.

"I know who you are. But don't worry, I'm not like my sister." He mumbled.

She didn't answer. She had nothing to do with the Grayson's and she never wanted to associate herself with any of them. Her biological father's family was a walking red flag for her.

Although she was nervous, she forced to calm herself. She wouldn't want anyone to notice her anxiousness.

She stared at the newlyweds standing at the center of the hall. There was laughter from the guests as the host made some fun remarks about the couple's first night. Sabrina blushed about it, but Nicholas seemed uninterested.

Then the host asked all the single ladies to come to the front for the tossing of the bouquet.

"Amelia Lane, why don't you come here and join the ladies?"

That was unexpected. The host intentionally called her name, and when Mia glanced at Sabrina, she had a mischievous smile on her face.