The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 22

It didn't take us long to arrive at the next destination which is to discuss about the caterers because Diana didn't choose the caterers yet—she told us, it'd be best if we get to choose them according to our own taste than hers. Well, I'm not going to blame in her any point of that, I love food and there can never be too much of it.

''What about dessert?'' Diana asks, looking at us before glancing down at the menu again.

''A chocolate fountain would be great with marshmallows and even fruits,'' Aidan replies, pointing at the picture as our wedding planner starts to take note of our dislikes and likes. He continues to speak while I roll my eyes, ''Maybe, two chocolate fountains.'' He adds.

''You don't even eat sugar,'' I raise an eyebrow.

''Nonsense. I do eat sugar from time to time,'' He starts to chuckle, shaking his head as he looks down at the menu again which causes me to cross my arms. Both of my eyes are staring directly at him with a sly smirk appearing on my face as he gazes back.

''Oh! Like when we were out fulfilling my monthly cravings, you'd be rejecting my offer on buying you cupcakes or chocolates of your own because you said it would ruin your diet. Now, you're telling me that it's nonsense?'' I lean forward from my seat, purposely flipping the pages.

He scoffs, ''You don't even eat chocolate.''

''That's my point! You're requesting for a chocolate fountain even if you know how much I can't eat chocolate because my skin reacts badly to it,'' I reply. ''No, wait. You're requesting for two chocolate fountains. Chocolate fountains with chocolate dripping down from it every single passing second while I walk around the hall, staring back at it.''

''Then? We can't have cupcakes,'' He leans forward, mimicking my actions.

''Why not? You're the one who won't eat cupcakes even if someone shove it down your throat. Besides, you're probably not going to eat anything at our wedding day because apparently, most of the food there would 'ruin' your diet.'' I fire back, smirking.

His eyes widen, ''That's a lie. You don't need to keep on saying how I won't eat certain food because it'll ruin my diet because I know pretty much everything about how my diet goes. You don't need to remind me about it or about anything. I'm sure you'd hate it if I keep on reminding you that you can't eat chocolate even if you want to because of your skin's reaction,'' He adds.

''Well, I'm sorry for not being born with perfect skin!'' I exclaim.

He clenches his jaw, ''I didn't mean it that way. Why are we even fighting about your skin? We're discussing about desserts with our mothers and Marie—this isn't a dermatologist talk.''

Without us realising, we're already eye to eye as the room grows silence from our sudden argument. Both my mother and Diana are staring at us while Marie remains quiet as she holds onto her tablet—eyeing Aidan and I. My eyes wander around the room to find a few couples are looking back at us, causing me to lean back and clear my throat.

Aidan and I chuckle, ''Couple's fight.''

We didn't start another argument and we agreed to almost everything that Marie had planned out for us due to my dislike of chocolate and his disinterest in cupcakes. Both of us seem to have forgotten about our current 'status' as we were busy arguing like we always do, the perks of being best friends for so long.

The five of us walk out of the bakery as Aidan glances down at his wrist watch, looking at the time as mother and Diana are discussing a place to have lunch.

''It looks like I have to go,'' Aidan says, looking up at our mothers.

''I thought you said, after lunch?'' Diana asks, her son who seems slightly impatient to get into the car and drive away as he keeps on glancing down at his wrist watch.

''I forgot about last night's work. Flynn has been calling me for the past thirty minutes but my phone was on silent. I'm sorry but I really have to go,'' He pulls Diana in for a hug, ''Is there anything else that we need to discuss?'' He asks, glancing at me before glancing at Diana and my mother—waiting for their answers.