Opposites Attract

32.

Our insecurities are our greatest enemies.

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Three weeks later

He pulls me closer and kisses me again. I giggle and push him away. "We are getting late." I remind him.

"Let's ditch it." He says as he lifts me up.

I gasp. "How can you even suggest such a thing? It's your best friend's exhibition today."

He sighs. "I guess." He puts me down and we go to the car.

We reach the hall where Noah's latest painting collection is being exhibited. Paparazzi are all over the place and many big celebrities are also here.

Jacob and I walk hand in hand, guards blocking us from the camera. 

Once inside, we give our coats to the attendant.

The ambience is just like I imagined it would be. Creme walls, golden lights, paintings on different walls. Beautiful masterpiece. Noah is a miracle worker.

Only one thing is strange, people are looking at me. With curiosity or strangeness, I can't decipher. It's weird and really uncomfortable.

We move ahead, looking admiringly at every painting.

"Do I have something on my face?" I ask Jacob in a whisper.

He smiles and touches the tip of my nose with his index finger. "Nope. Flawless as ever."

"Then why are people staring at me?"

He shrugs. "Maybe because you're very pretty." He replies.

"Even women?" I ridicule his answer.

"Maybe I should hide you." He puts his arms around me and covers as much of my body as his big body can.

"You can't keep your hands off her, can you?" Comes a very sarcastic comment from the Noah Song who I'm assuming is standing right behind me.

I shrug out of Jacob's hold and turn to face him. He standing on the spot I assumed he would be looking like the perfect eye candy in his armani suit and his hairs combed neatly for once. He has shifted from street style model to a rich heir.

I hug him as a greeting.

"Not when I have a fiancé as pretty as her." He answers and pulls me back to him. He is such a baby.

"Let me give you a personal tour." Noah says and guides us.

He explains his different abstract paintings and all the while passers by still look at me weirdly.

What is up with them? Or is it me?

We cross the corner and step into another corridor and I gasp. My hands fly up to my mouth.

I don't believe it.

There are three big paintings on the wall. On top of them in bold letter is a big name stating, 'Princess of Hearts'. And the paintings below, all three are of me.