The Truths Behind the Life of Maeve Sun Lively

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MASON AND KLARISE DID NOT attend the wedding.

It has been months since the long preparations, also a while after Mason and I both have healed from our injuries. A miracle it was, I did not have any scars.

Of course, we also finally got all the glasses and windows in the penthouse renovated. That was one of the first things I did after being released from the hospital.

It turned out Mason did lie to Cameron. But Mason was out of the country—for work related business—when I found out from Cameron. We were tasting wedding cakes together, with cameras everywhere to witness everything as proof, when he "thanked" me in low whispers. No one could know about what happened, that much was clear. But it did take a huge sum of money to quiet everyone that had involvement with the accident.

"If it wasn't for you, I really don't know what I'd do." He said, and I looked up from tasting the frosting of one cake, waving at the staff to take it away. Too sweet.

"What are you talking about?" I smiled at one cameraman who was noticeably butting his camera as close as he could into our conversation. I lowered my voice. "If it's about...you know, let's not do it here."

He nodded. After the atmosphere had seemed to clear a little more of paparazzis and people, he pulled me to the side. We were going to go to a place and help me try on the few designed wedding dresses that his parents had insisted on ordering later. This wedding was going to be the fanciest one yet in the last whole year.

"I just want to thank you. After all these months, I wanted to let you know that." He's leaning down toward my ear, making this look intimate. Everything has been like that now. Before, the fake dating thing, we didn't have to act this much. But now it's an everyday procedure. I kiss him almost everywhere I go. I feel like I was slowly dying inside. I wonder if he felt the same.

"Thank me for what?" I took a sip of the red wine a waiter for this small party of simple wedding procedures had passed out. It tasted so good.

He smiled, then his face turned slowly into confusion. "Of course for saving Mason."

I almost choked on the wine. "S-Save him?"

He nodded, his expression slowly starting to crumble into a frown. "Yeah. If it wasn't you, he would have completely broken through that window and jumped out. You saved him. You stopped him from..." He looked around. We were a good distance from the press and interviewers. He looked back at me. "Killing himself."

Oh god. What in the world did Mason tell him?

He blinked at me. I blinked back. I just held my glass, the red liquid in there calling out to me. I could've dunk the whole thing, but that wouldn't have been ladylike. Cameron's parents were not too far away either. They wouldn't want to see that their son is marrying a girl like that. I'm sure blasting this wine down my throat would have done the very fine job of canceling this wedding.

"Is something wrong?" He rested his hand on my upper arm, the one that's holding the glass. He takes it out of my hand and sets it down on a table near us. Well there goes my chance.

I shook my head out of this daze my mind wanted to stay in. "No, everything is fine. I just...I just need a sec." He nodded and I excused myself to the bathroom.

I check every stall to make sure I'm alone before pulling out my phone and dialing Mason's number. He doesn't answer. So I text him.

Why did you tell Cam you tried to kill yourself and I saved you? That was not what you told me you told him. Hello?? Mason?? Where are you? Answer me. Please.