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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years ago

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Cinderella Snapped (Before Finding a Prince)

Hamish x MC

Will this hold up when Fusebox introduces him? Probably hell no. But it’s for @rebelrayne so here we go 😂

Her father had been so convinced it was a good deal.

She had been raised to be well groomed, university educated- a proper lady.

Her appearance was always tailored, never a hair out of place, make up never smudged.

Her friends required her father’s approval to be seen in public together, restrictions meant to prevent unsavory rumors spreading.

And it was all meant to ensure this business deal- this political marriage- was the best move for both families.

But her… fiancé had other plans.

Georgina’s father blamed her as the tabloids ran rampant with the story- Jasper Ramsden had run away with his mistress.

Georgina didn’t consider Allegra to fit the title she was given- the two of them had fallen in love, something she didn’t share with him.

What poisoned her feeling of friendship- camaraderie- that she shared with Jasper, was the fact that the day before he ran away with Allgre, he accused Georgie of being high maintenance. Claimed she was expecting him to be the Prince Charming to her Cinderella.

She had snapped, feeling disregarded and unseen.

So the engagement had fallen apart.

Her father had tried to play it off- push out the idea that the engagement had never been and that there was only meant to be business dealings between the family businesses. He still tried to find her another ‘suitable’ match- only to be shut down by the prominent families he approached. Jasper’s family had tried to reach out again, make a new arrangement when Allegra abandoned him at the altar to run off with the wedding planner, but he refused to allow him a second chance to embarrass them.

And it left her feeling like a dirt speck in his otherwise perfect reputation.

Tom was her best mate, their families had also been close. He was never an option for her father’s candidates list- not since he met Summer- but Tom was still there for her. One of her few approved friends.

“The guy was no good for you anyway,” Summer was blunt in her comfort, but it was refreshing for Georgina to have someone like that when everyone treated her with politeness or kid gloves. “It isn’t your fault the guy was a slimeball that couldn’t have the decency to tell you to your face he wasn’t going to follow through with it. And to come at you like he wasn’t getting more of the deal than he was? It’s bullshit.”

Tom rubbed her shoulder, calming the annoyed tirade, “Georgie isn’t upset he left her-“

“She’s embarrassed!”

“-they weren’t together in any romantic sense.”

“Guys,” Georgina cut in, “You know I’m still here, right?” She raised an eyebrow, half hanging off the stupidly large canopy bed in her room to look at where they sat on her unbelievably uncomfortable sofa across the annoyingly marble floor. She always hated that the plush carpets and normal furniture were off limits because her father deemed them for ‘commoners’. “I don’t care that he wanted someone else- I don’t care that the engagement fell apart. I care that my father blames me- that all he sees is a failure of a daughter. It’s not my fault I can’t control someone’s whims! Is it really not enough to be top of my class every year since primary school? To graduate from uni with honors and Suma Cum Laude??”

Tom hummed, “You’ve essentially been running the company for him anyway, bringing in more clients than he had in years.”

“Exactly! I’m a goddamn CEO!” She huffed, slumping further on the bed until her head was almost resting on the annoyingly marble floor. “Why am I just not good enough?”

Summer stood up, her heels clicking harshly at the floor, “That’s it, let’s go.”

“Go where?” Georgina questioned, finally shifting upright- her eyes swimming in stars as the blood she’d pooled in her head rushed back to the proper parts of her body.

“A club. A friend of mine always assured me the owner is a stand up gent- no worries about tabloids or paps getting any unsavory pictures.” She grabbed hold of Georgina’s arm, heaving her up and onto her feet, “To your… honestly, I’m jealous of it, but- to your stupidly large walk in closet!” Tom chuckled as they disappeared through the door, knowing how much his best mate hated growing up surrounded by luxury. She gave more money away than she spent, invested in helping people that couldn’t afford simple things.

How Jasper ever thought she was high maintenance he didn’t understand.

The club was bustling when they arrived, the bouncer greeted Summer by name, letting the three of them in with relatively no fuss- excluding the surprised few seconds after he recognized Tom and Georgina- and the owner was waiting to greet them inside.

“Ciaran!” Summer gave him a brief hug, “Tommy, you remember Ciaran. No fada on the A. Ciaran, this is Georgie.”

“Pleasure to meet ya,” the red headed man greeted, “James is tendin’ the bar tonight, he’ll take care of ya. Any issues, feel free to find me.”

He was gone as quickly as he appeared in front of them, greeting new guests as Summer dragged them over to the bar and ordered drinks.

It wasn’t long before they were finally enjoying themselves, Georgie broke away from them on the dance floor to get another drink- only to stumble in her heels and run into someone as she made her way to the bar. “Oh! I’m so sorry, did I spill anything on you?”

“No worries, lass,” the man in question offered his arm, helping her regain her balance.

Holy shit, he was handsome.

“Can I buy you a drink or something?” When did she gets this bold? “As an apology, of course.”

His smile was warm, like they were longtime friends instead of strangers on a night out, and his brown eyes held nothing but sincerity, “I believe I should be buying a lady as lovely as you one. Do me the honor of joining me for a drink, and I will accept your apology.”

Georgie laughed, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was how familiar he felt, but she never felt like she could really laugh around anyone but Tom and Summer before. “Yeah, okay. Might I ask your name?”

“Hamish.” He offered easily, “Yours?”

“You can call me Georgie.”

Waking up the next morning, she was kind she hand let Summer talk her into going even more overboard. Her head felt like someone was trying to give her a lobotomy, but she still remembered everything- from the drink to dancing with a stranger all night. He moved surprisingly gracefully for someone in the club scene, leading her more through fast paced slow dancing or swing dance type moves than the customary body grind. It ended when he kissed her hand and bud her fair well at the end of the night.

A heavy knock on her door made her groan silently, “Yes?”

“Georgina, please come downstairs. I’ve finally found you a new fiancé. His family returned my call this morning, he will be here within the hour.”

Oh, god, she groaned quietly again.

She had actually managed to forget about that last night.

Just imagine her surprise when, after downing her lovable cook’s hangover special and fitting into her socially accepted attire, she found herself seated next to her father and across from her new fiancé.

A certain Hamish Ross.

The wedding was scheduled right away, a year from their ‘meeting’ date, and Georgie had been curious as the months went on as to why Hamish agreed.

He was attractive, there was no denying that she had been interested in him when they met. He was well off. He was polite and kind.

There was no reason he shouldn’t have found someone before her.

He told her a story, something about meeting a rich girl as his parents dragged him to their company. She had been playing with kids from a neighborhood, they clearly didn’t know her but she didn’t care. Even as her father yelled at her that they were beneath, all she wanted was to be a kid. To be friendly.

Something about the story stuck with her, like it was familiar but not.

But as the months went on, she got something from him she hadn’t expected.

Love.

So the day of their wedding, she was nervous. It wasn’t cold feet, she didn’t want to run away.

She was afraid she’d end up hurt if she allowed herself to believe this was more than it was.

But he made her want to, with the way he looked at her as she walked toward him.

The softness in his eyes, the tears that filled his lash line with the affection that radiated through his smile.

She was too caught up in the whirlwind of her own emotions to listen to the minister.

Until…

“If anyone has any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“Yeah, I object!”

Her jaw dropped open, staring in horror as Jasper confidently sauntered his way through the pews and up the aisle, “You have no say here!” She snapped at him, “You’ve made your feelings clear.”

He just smirked, “Doesn’t matter. See, I have this contract, signed by you, agreeing to be my wife in exchange for our companies working together.”

She almost saw red, almost tore him apart in front of their guests, but Hamish stepped between them, “Ah, I’ve been waiting for you.”

Jasper rolled his eyes, “I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to my fiancé.”

Hamish tsked, shaking his head, “Except she isn’t your fiancé.” He waved to a gentleman sitting just a few rows back, who stepped and reached into his briefcase, handing her groom a set of documents, “This contract- the one you both signed- well, my firm has torn it apart. Usually we work on slumlord cases pro bono for the tenants, or other types of things where people just need help. But I took special interest in this. Nowhere in there does it say she actually needs to perform the marriage. It’s entirely about the joining of your companies. Which you voided with your infidelity.”

Jasper’s eyes widened, hands flying to flip through the pages in his hands. He worked finance, he didn’t understand all the legal jargon. “No- that’s- you must be mistaken.”

“I am not.” Hamish gave him a genial smile, “I have a lot of year trying to find the friendly little girl that left an imprint on my heart, made me want to be there for people that needed me rather than wanted me. And I’m not going to let you take her away.” He waved his hands, two bodyguards emerging from the back of the church and hauling Jasper away in disgrace, but Georgie was focused on Hamish.

“That story… that was-“

“You.” He shrugged, giving her the same smile that had been making her heart melt for months. “It was why I agreed to your father’s proposal. I had also been looking for you.”

She didn’t care that it wasn’t time yet.

The bride kissed the groom.

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