Book cover of “The Perfect Mistake“ by LadyinCap

The Perfect Mistake

  • Genre: Romance
  • Age: 18+
  • Status: Ongoing
  • Language: English
  • Author: LadyinCap
I knew I wanted to be someone’s wife. To choose somebody every day. To love somebody dearly for the rest of my life. And when I met Pier, we made promises to each other that this was going to be the best day of our lives. But how could it be the best day of our lives if he wasn’t here? How could he do this to me? I dreamed of walking down t... 

Chapter 1

I looked in the mirror to observe how flawlessly I was prepared for this night. The night I had been dreaming of since I was a kid. I remember putting a lot of flowers in my hair while applying makeup to my face. Then I would sneak out a huge white dress from my mother’s closet and wear it. I would do my wedding walk like I used to see in movies while holding fresh flowers from my mother’s vase.

I knew I wanted to be someone’s wife.

To choose somebody every day. To love somebody dearly for the rest of my life.

“Auntie! Can I have some more chocolates?” I heard Gabriel’s voice and looked at the side of the mirror, where I saw him running toward me. I immediately smiled when I witnessed how Morgan ran after her child. I turned my head and body to face him, but his mother swiftly carried him away before I could even touch him.

“Gabriel! Can you stop running around? Your Auntie Isla will not like it when you stomp on her wedding dress,” Morgan scolded her son.

I tapped her shoulders and smiled. “It is fine, Morgan. I don’t mind. Besides, I’m not even wearing my wedding dress yet. So he can run until he wants to, for now.” And I pinched Gabriel’s fluffy cheek. “But I think I will not be able to give him more chocolates because he already ate a lot earlier,” I added.

Morgan sighed, “That’s right.” She turned her head to her son, “You heard your auntie, Gab. No more chocolates,” she said while putting him on the floor. “Now, go to your nanny. She’s waiting for you outside with your milk,” Morgan instructed.

Gabriel’s eyes widened as he heard the word ‘Milk.’ A second later, he sprinted out of the room for his milk. Morgan and I both chuckled as we watched him. After Gabriel had left, Morgan faced me and put on her business face.

“Is everything perfect out there?” I asked.

She nodded and leafed through her clipped papers, checking everything she could have missed preparing for. Morgan is my wedding coordinator. I hired her because it’s her job, and she’s my sister. Technically, my half-sister.

We grew up together until I was eighteen. And I think we have a good and fair relationship as sisters. She’s the daughter of my father’s new wife, Mariana. Speaking of Mariana, my cruel stepmother, we don’t have a relationship at all. I loathe her. Morgan doesn’t know because I haven’t talked to her about it, but obviously, she knows. So I think it’s reasonable not to do it because why would I tell her I hated her mother? It would have compromised our relationship.

“Yes-yes! Everything’s perfect! The attendees are all present. The wedding cake is now in the reception venue. The flowers are just perfect. The bridesmaid checked, the flower girls checked, the ring bearer checked,” she hovered her finger on the paper. “Everything on my list is checked, except for the wedding officiant and...” Her voice suddenly disappeared like she was about to say something but hesitated.

“And who?” I asked curiously.

She looked me in the eyes, and I knew the look she was giving me. She used to give me that look every time her mother did something embarrassing to me. She had always felt bad for her mother’s actions and was always the one who asked for forgiveness on her behalf.

I frowned at her to get her answer, but she stayed reluctant. “Is it your mother? Did she do anything again?” I asked and stood up from my seat.

She shrugged and tried to make me sit again. “No, it’s not her. It’s something else, Isla.”

I stayed silent and waited for her to tell me what was bothering her.

“It’s Pier,” she finally spilled out.

I kept my posture and face unbothered as I started feeling uneasy in my stomach because of what she said. “What about Pier? What about my fiancé?”

Morgan didn’t say anything. She talked to some of the staff and told them to leave the room for a moment. After they all did, she grabbed a chair and sat beside me. After that, she took both of my hands and held them tightly. At that moment, I couldn’t help but feel my heart pounding so much.

“Stop it, Morgan. Just say whatever it is that you’re not telling me about Pier. Stop making me nervous,” I told her, taking my hands from her grasp.

She brushed her hair using her fingers out of frustration. “Okay, sorry. It’s just that Pier is still not here yet. The wedding is about to start in a few minutes, and here we are, still waiting for him to arrive. He’s supposed to be here a day before the wedding. That is what it says here,” she pointed to her planned schedule.

“He’s going to be here, Morg. He’s going to be here,” I told her. Or I told myself.

I let out a big sigh and stood up from my seat. I went toward the dressing area and took the first dress that my hands got laid on. I didn’t care what kind of dress I was picking out. I knew I was panicking because I didn’t care about its color or design. And I always do care, as it is the nature of my work. But right now, I just want something to cover myself up before I go outside.

I heard Morgan call my name, but I didn’t look back. “Isla, no. Come back here, please. You’re not going to wear that. You’ll wear your wedding dress before your guests, not that hideous. Just stay calm, please. I am going to call his assistant again.” She tried to convince me.

I dropped the dress and tried so hard to keep myself in control. I can’t cry. No, I will not cry.

Morgan walked toward me and hugged me tightly for a moment. I looked at her, trying to control my emotions because I couldn’t let them get ahead of me. She smiled and gave me a reassuring look, “I’m going to call his assistant again, and I will do everything in my power to get his ass here. Okay, Isla? Calm down now. Everything’s going to be perfect, I promise you.”

Morgan left the room, and suddenly I was all alone.

I rushed toward my baggage and looked for my phone. If Pier is finished with the work he’s supposed to do, he will message or call me. The other day, he told me that he would not make it to the ceremony as per Morgan’s instructions because he had a quota to finish. He couldn’t take leave from his airline company without completing that quota.

He explained it to me so well that I was able to let him do it. As if I really have the power to control his work. Of course, I was sad and disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to spend the day with him before we finally tied the knot after spending three years together. I wanted him to be with me. But I understand that his work can be demanding, and it’s my job to be patient.

I scrolled through my messages and call logs to look for his name, but there were no recent messages or calls from him. The last one that I got was his voicemail, saying that he loved me so much and he would do anything for me and our future.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and now I seemed different from what I was earlier. At that moment, I couldn’t control myself anymore. I decided to pick up the dress, wear it again, and rush out of the room. The venue of the ceremony is just outside this building. The cold breeze of air covered me as I stepped out. The sound of the waves welcomed me, and the guests did the same when they saw me. All of them had different reactions. They looked concerned, shocked, and disappointed. Especially my father, he had all of those reactions.

I stopped running and stared at the ceremony. Morgan is still talking to the service crews, not noticing me. I saw the officiant was already there, just sitting in his area and waiting for us —for Pier to be there and for me to walk down the aisle. Everything is in place except for my fiancé. I felt alone more than ever.

Did Pier leave me? No. He will not do it. He loves me, and he will not do such a ridiculous thing.

“I told you, Isla dear. That man doesn’t love you. You’re just as pathetic as you were when you were a child. People like you will never be loved.”

I looked back and saw Mariana behind me with her left eyebrow raised and her arms crossed. I didn’t have the energy to talk back to her because I was occupied with something more important. So I just gave her a disgusted look before turning away from her. I wasn’t surprised that she could say that to me on my wedding day. She has done much worse.

I rushed to the ceremony and saw how everyone was looking at me. I can’t be sure what they were actually feeling for me, but I know that Mariana is the happiest person in this place now. She always wanted the worst for me. She looked at me as if I was going to take my father away from her. Has she forgotten that she’s the one who took my father away from me?

My father came closer to me and held my arm. I looked him in the eyes and shook my head. “Pa, don’t. He’s coming. I know he is,” I said.

He let go of my arms and nodded. I continued walking until I reached the ceremony stage. This was supposed to be a beautiful wedding: the area facing the moon and the sea, the scented candles at the end of both seated aisles, and the lovely lavender carpet. Everything was so perfect, but all of that wouldn’t matter without him.

“Isla,” Morgan called my name.

The officiant walked toward me, knowing I was in pain.

“You should rest for a moment. We don’t know why your groom isn’t here yet, my dear. Don’t worry. Your family is taking care of it now. Let them and the almighty God handle everything,” he consoled me.

I couldn’t accept yet that Pier was not here at our wedding. We had made promises to each other that this was going to be the best day of our lives. But how could it be the best day of our lives if he wasn’t here? He couldn’t do this to me. As much as I wanted everyone to stay, I couldn’t make them. They were here for a wedding, but there was everything here now except for a wedding. You can’t have a wedding without a groom.

I gathered every bit of courage left in me and tried to face everyone. I sighed heavily and kept myself together. In my peripheral view, I could see that Mariana was having the best day of her life while beside her, my father tried to talk to our guests. I knew he was having a hard time because of me.

“Everyone, thank you so much for coming. You have my gratitude. Unfortunately, my fiancé couldn’t make it here for some unknown reason. We are still trying to contact him. In the meantime, my wedding is—”

Before I could finish my words, a voice came out of nowhere. “Let’s start the wedding. Forgive me that I couldn’t be here on time,” the man said, with a big smile on his lips.

My heart burst with happiness when I saw a man wearing the clothes Pier was supposed to wear. But everything I was feeling at that moment left and disappeared when I saw that he was not the person I was hoping for and waiting for. I felt stuck, unable to do anything.

He continued smiling and patted me on my head. “Shall we, babe?”

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