The villain of the love story?

Finally, Saturday is here. The most anticipated day in my entire life. Today is my first orchestra rehearsal.

I feel so squeamish inside. I can't wait to see William. To look into his piercing blue eyes, and drown in them.

I need to make him remember me tonight. So whatever God or Goddess is uncharged of love in the universe must kiss its luck on me so William remembers me.

I look at myself in the mirror. I was wearing my comfort clothes. Jeans with T-shirt with a cap.

Will William find me attractive if I am myself?

I exhale sadly. My insecurities are playing on my face.

Hope he does. I wanted to wear that pretty sundress I stole from Brittany's closet but I changed my mind.

I don't want to be a counterfeit photocopy of Brittany. I want William to love me as I am.

I know that night at the beach in Valencia. His kisses and intense stares prove he liked me as I am

I don't need to be anyone else but just myself, Adeline Pierce.

I took off my cap revealing my dyed rosebud Bob hair.

I should get rid of the cap.

Maybe William doesn't remember me because my hair looks totally different. I had long brown hair when we met.

I should get the dye off and change my hair back to its original color. A boring brown.

"Hey, girl,"

I twinge my eyes from the mirror to the door.

A surprised smile tugged on my lips. "Harper, what the hell are you doing here? Wait, why are you in America not Italy with that rich handsome dude you met at the hotel you were staying in."

She sighs with a weary expression on her face. She collapsed on the bed.

"Don't remind me of that disaster," She groans, shifting into a sitting position with her legs dangling on the foot of the bed.

Her eyes fell on my Violin carrying case. She frowns. "Shouldn't I be seeing tutus or ballet shoes? Not a violin case."

"I joined an orchestra. I am a principal violinist," I grinned.

Her face was etched with confusion. "Isn't that principal violinist position reserved for boring old men and women?"

"Well true. But I am exceptional."

She grunts. "Great, you were tolerable as a ballerina but as a violinist, you are going to be boring as hell with your sad dreadful classical you. You are going act like a prissy tight-ass, and bore me to death," she feign a yawn, tapping her palm on her lips.

I rolled my eyes. "Classical Music isn't boring. It's just not for you. Anyway, it going to be an exciting time of my life and yours too. I will share hot juicy story with you after every orchestra rehearsal." I winked at her.

"Bitch explain," she says impatiently.

I took in a deep breath, whilst lifting my hand up and down to guide me. I bit my lips playfully "William is the orchestra conductor," I say excitedly, couldn't hold off on how thrilled I am.

Her eyes went wide. "Shut up! OMG."

I further explain to her how I ended up stalking William to the theater only to find out he is the orchestra conductor. And l how I proceeded to make that bitch Naomi quit so I could replace her to get close to William. I left out the half million I gave to Naomi. Harper will freak out if she gets to know I gave that huge amount of money to that bitch.

"Damn girl you turning into one of those villains I see in telenovelas," she says when I was done narrating my mischief.

I grimace slightly quickly replacing it with a smirk on my face so Harper won't detect it.

I don't want to be the Villain of my love story.

Does Brittany have a reason to be concerned?

Am I turning into some evil villain like my parents?

Screw this guilt eating its way into my chest. I did this for love. I don't regret it. I did this for William.

"So has William started conducting your body to give you pleasure?"

I blinked my eyes at her, confused. "What are you drifting about?"

She rolled her eyes. "Should I spell that out for you? Have you fucked him? Gotten your sister heartbroken. And got the wedding canceled"

"No," I said disappointing her.

Her face fell "What! " she screeched. "it been what? Two weeks since you declared you want William for yourself. And you have not made any move yet What are you waiting for?"

"I haven't got a moment alone with him. Today I will.," I say, dreaming, imagining what will transpire between us today.

Harper snapped her fingers, pulling me back to reality. "Jeez, you are off wandering in Dreamland. Is he doing the deed with you in there?"

I let out a burst of throaty laughter. "Jeez, Harper you are such a whore. Do you always have to think about sex all the time?"

"Sex is a necessity babe."

I shake my head and laughed.

"What is your plan. How are you going to seduce William, make him sleep with you?" she asked.

"Well, " I moved to sit in the armchair. I notice I am still wearing my flip-flops so I stood up and strut to the closet to get my ankle boots

"I am going to make him for in love me. We have one thing in common. We both love music. And Music is a powerful tool to use to make someone fall in love with you. I will use music to get William to love me," I say optimistically as I move to the section of the closet where I keep my shoes.

"Oh God" I heard her grunt. "it will take ages for you guys to have sex," she grumbles.

I spotted my black ankle boots and picked them up before I answered her. "Don't worry music is also an easy way to turn people on to have sex with you." And dance. I mentally add, recalling how dancing tango with William was the reason for that breathtaking kiss that nearly led to sex happening between me and William on the beach. I drop the boots and trace my fingers to my lips. Oh, I wish he could kiss me again. I hope he does today.

"Still daydreaming? You know you can easily get William to sleep with you by just properly playing the Villain you are becoming."

I flinched, hearing the word villain again from her mouth.

I don't want to be the Villain. In fairy tale love stories the villain never ends up with the guy. I want to end up with William.

"And how should I play the Villain ?" I asked as I pick up the boots from the floor.

I went back to sit in the I armchair, and I flunk my flip-flops off my feet.

"You could just drug him with an aphrodisiac and get him heated up for you. And then you sleep with him, get Brittany to catch you guys in bed. That will be so dramatic. I need drama in my life." She dramatically says.

My mouth flies agape with my eyes oscillated in their sockets. "What the fuck? Why will I do that? You are crazy."

"This is so common, stop freaking out. That's what you do if you want the guy. You have less time left. The wedding will be happening in a few weeks."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm my nerves before I shriek out at her. "My life isn't a soap opera and I am not a villain in one of those telenovelas you have been watching. If you want some drama go watch one of those I learned they are so dramatic." I rant out angrily, still managing to keep my tone neutral.

"And I love William if you love someone you never take advantage of them," I said softly.

She scoffs. "Love, sex it the same."

"No, it's not"

"It is. Because you love William you will allow him to have sex with you. It's the same." She argues.

I sigh, giving up. It's pointless to her argue with Harper.

I put the Boots on remembering I have somewhere to be.

I proceed to take my violin carry case from the bed that was lying beside Harper.

I paused noticing something I didn't notice before on Harper's face because I was sitting afar from her.

I squint my eyes, moving closer to study her face.

"What happened to your face., Harper?"

She grimaces. " You've finally noticed" she's sporting a black eye on her face. It looks like it fading away but she just applied concealer over it to hide it. It is still kind of visible if you look closely. And there is a bruise, a cut located at the corner of her lips.

"How did you get the black eye, Harper?"

"Some crazy bitch did that to me. The Italian dude's crazy wife! "She fumes.

My mouth forms an O. "He was married?"

"Turns out," Her forehead creased with a frown.

"She saw you two together in Italy?" I curiously asked.

Harper shakes her head. "No, I barely made it inside his fancy private jet, and the raging estranged wife of his popped out of nowhere and punch me in the face. We got into a fistfight. It was very messy."

That explains the black eye on her face.

I pressed my lips together firmly, trying hard to suppress a laugh but it slipped out.

I couldn't help but laughed uncontrollably at my best friend's misfortune.

"That bitch must've hit you so damn hard." I tease her.

Harper glares at me. "I hit her too. Harder than she did. Her face looks worst than mine."

I sigh, staring at my best friend vigorously.

I don't know why she has to always get herself tangled in this kind of shit. Why is she so obsessed with dating older men and married men?

I am not a saint either. I am going after my sister's fiancé after all, but Harper is into the worst shit.

Her job as a bug bounty Hunter and a software developer at the tech company pays well enough. And she gets a comfortable income from advertising beauty products for cosmetic companies on her Instagram page. And of course, she uses my credit card to buy extravagant stuff for herself.

Why does she have to date these men for money? I know she initially needed money for her dad's medical bills and her sibling's tuition fees so they wouldn't have to struggle to pay student loans in the future.

But the money she makes now is enough to cover all her bills. And her dad is kind of healthy now.

So why does she need money from those men?

I know the answer. Harper is just a gold-digger. She will never be content with what she has. She will always want more.

For all her faults and flaws she's the realest person I know. That's why she is my best friend.

I pick up my violin-carrying case and hurled it around my shoulder.

"I am off to the theater. You wanna stay or leave with me?".

"Nope, I will stay." She picks up the TV remote, and switches on the TV.

"Okay see you later." I picked up my car keys and trot out.