Marco took my hand and show her the promise ring. Ellie's jaw dropped. "You two are engaged?!" She exclaimed, making the whole room look at us. If staring wasn't enough, now they were gawking.
"What?!"Marco hushed. "No, this is a promise ring. She's my girlfriend."
Ellie placed her hand over her heart. "Oh wow, that's so great. I was wondering when you would finally have the balls to ask her."
Marco glared at her and I chuckled. From behind her I could see Ximena walking towards us. She wore a elegant red dress and was accompanied by a handsome Rodrigo. She and Rodrigo grew closer since her breakup with Blake.
"What's all the commotion about?" she asked in a silky voice and then her gaze shifted to me. "You look beautiful, Jillian." She then hugged me.
I hugged her back, we haven't had a proper talk in so long. "You too, Ximmy."
"I have missed you so much." she whispered. "You're always with my brother." She threw a dirty look at Marco, who in his turn winked at her.
"I can't help that I'm the better sibling."
"You are not !" Ximena yelled out offended.
"Children, children," Jolie and Sullivan walked towards us. "What's with all the yelling?"
"I told Ximmy that I'm the better sibling and she got offended. I mean, isn't it obvious?"
Jolie and Sullivan shook their heads and looked at me. "How are you dear?"
"I'm doing well, what about you two?" I smiled at both of them. Jolie looked stunning in her purple gown. They both looked still pretty much in love.
"I'm doing okay, I guess." Jolie muttered, looking at her husband who on his turn sighed. "Please darling, not again."
"You were looking at her, the way you looked at me when we first met." Jolie crossed her hands over her chest and looked the other way.
"That was six years ago." Sullivan whisper-yelled frustrated.
I looked questionably at Marco and he whispered in my ear: "My mom is mad that my dad accidentally locked Poker out of the house and every time she's mad she brings up the time my dad stared at one of her employees."
"Who's Poker?" I asked, not knowing who he was talking about.
"That's our dog."
I shook my head and laughed silently. This family really is something. Marco took my hand in his and we walked away from all the drama. We walked towards the other side of the room, where the bar was, to get something to drink.
"Good evening Marco and---," A girl with red hair stopped us in our tracks. Her dress clung on her body like a second skin and I felt like I've seen her somewhere else before.
I just don't know where.
"Jillian." I said. She nodded her head, but her attention stayed on Marco.
"So how was it?" she asked, a smug expression on her face. She stood one inch taller than me in her killer heels, her breasts were almost popping out of the dress, and her hair was red, wild, and curly. If there was a slutty version of the movie Brave, she could be the main actress.
"How was what?" Marco face turned sour the moment he saw her.
"You know, the one night stand?" she traced the side of his cheek and then laughed. Marco flinched at her touch. "Goodness, it's so funny."
"What are you talking about?" I looked at both of them.
"Pudding it's---?"
"Who are you?" Red head snarled, cocking her head to the side.
"I'm the girlfriend." I replied, squinting my eyes at her. I don't know why I sounded so calm. "Who are you?"
She laughed. Loud and so unlady-like. But when she saw that neither me or Marco were laughing she stopped. "You're not serious, are you?" She totally ignored my question.
"She's dead serious Poppy! Now get the hell out of my face." Marco hissed angrily.
Suddenly the picture of the accident at Victoria's Secrets popped in my head. Red head. Hot tempered. Same exact girl.
But I thought her name was Pamela.
"You!" I pointed at her, anger welling up in me. "You are the same girl from Victoria's Secret !"
"What?!" This time she was the one that looked confused at me.
"You were the one that caused the scene in Victoria's secret. You---"
"I wasn't!" She yelled out. How much drama can there be in one night?
"Then who was?!"
"That was my aunt, because your boyfriend here couldn't keep his dick in his pants so he had to go and fuck my aunt!" she yelled out bitterly, not caring that we were in a public place. Luckily she wasn't as loud as Ellie and people didn't notice anything.
Her words stung. Even though I know it was his past, it was bothering me like hell. How many of these women in this room, hasn't he fucked?
"Poppy!" Marco held her firm on her shoulders, while shaking her violently. "Get the fuck away from here !"
She laughed evilly and then turned her attention towards me. "I was the one he wanted to fuck, but since my aunt and I look alike---,"
Marco growled and pushed her away. She stumbled and almost felt backwards, if it wasn't of the chair that was behind her. "Finish that sentence and I swear I'll break both your chicken legs."
"Finish that sentence and I swear I'll break both your chicken legs." she repeated him in a mocking voice. "You didn't say that when you fucked my aunt considering we both look-alike."
With that she smiled and walked away. Anger and pain was written all over my face. I know that this shouldn't hurt me. That this is just part of his past. For some reasons, I was angry. Angry at Marco for being so reckless. How many of these women, hasn't he fucked? What will they think of me? That I'm just one of his flings?
Marco turned around and saw the hurt in my eyes. He wanted to grab my hand, but I pushed him away.
"Pudding I---," his voice cracked, but I didn't want to hear any of it.
"You had a one night stand with her aunt?!" I whisper-yelled, pain visible in my voice. "That's disgusting!"
Tears brimmed in my eyes. Suddenly I couldn't be with him in the same room anymore. I walked out of the room to the balcony, to get some fresh air.
This was just too much for one night.