Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Did you go to sleep with a bee or something?

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Or maybe something else, a hard object that has a vibrate option, perhaps?

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I groaned and pulled my head up from my pillow, my hair was a mess and sticking up like a pointy afro. Looking towards the buzzing sound I saw it was my phone alarm that was screaming at me.

Well I did say something hard with a vibration option didn't I?

I pouted and moved my sleepy muscles over towards the stupid piece of technology and looked at the time. Ten, forty-five. Shit. I sprung out of bed quickly regretting it the second all my blood rushed from my head leaving me light headed and falling back into bed.

Note to Sky; get up slowly next time, it helps keep dinner down.

Commando rolling out my bed, this time, I landed on the floor with a loud thud. God that's cold! I really need to invest in heated floors. Pulling myself up I walked into my bathroom and pulled off that too tight black dress from last night that I had slept in – with the zipper down, of course, so I could breathe. Quickly wiping off my make-up, I ran a brush through my hair now crazy and curly and tied it back letting the curls fall to mid back. Brushing my teeth and putting on a cherry pink lip gloss to try and cover up the cracks in my lips from lack of hydration I thought about what to wear.

What does one wear when discussing the terms of marriage and prenup with your future mother-in-law.

A jumpsuit with the words 'escapee from mental asylum' across the front?

I decided to go with black jeans, a light grey top and a black blazer with my white heels and a few bangles. It looked smart, classy – well kind of – and respectable as well as fashionable - at least I hoped it was.

Walking out of my room I was thankful that Jessie wasn't here to bombard me with questions about how last night had gone. She didn't approve of my decision to go through with it and I didn't really want to face her disappointed face before I have a face down with a member of the Renner family. I needed to stay focussed and on point.

Yes Focus is good!

Which brings me to another problem. How to shut my inner self up long enough to get through this lunch?

Alcohol always works.

Not in my favour it doesn't.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my keys deciding I would just think about it on the way there. Catching a cab I read out the address to the restaurant that Mrs Renner had texted me late last night asking me to meet her for lunch. I didn't really remember texting her back, or even setting an alarm to wake me up last night but according to my phone I did a great deal of texting last night.

Yeah somewhere after the six pack of Bacardi.

The taxi dropped me off on the opposite side of the street giving me a perfectly daunting view of the modern styled restaurant. I took a deep breath and nodded to myself. I can do this. It's just a meeting, like a business deal right?

Yes Sky, just like a business deal! The kind where you're selling your soul to the devil for a selfish need, only your selling your body to an arrogant rich guy and your selfish need is more of a 'financial issue'.

Here we go. I swallowed the thick lump in my throat that made it difficult to breathe and crossed the road, walking into the modern restaurant.

I wonder what she'll ask you.

"Can I help you Madam?" The Hostess asked me as I paused to look around.

Madam? Do you think she knows what that means?

"Ah, yes please. I'm looking for Mrs Renner." I smiled at her.

"Right this way Madam."

I don't think she knows. Maybe you should tell her. She'll feel so embarrassed ha! Do it! Do it!

No. I'm not going to embarrass the poor girl. She looked no older than nineteen and judging by her shaky hand and nervous tone she hadn't been in the industry long.

Embarrass her? She is calling you the head of a whore house.

I bit my bottom lip hard to stop my inner-self having her way with my mouth as I continued to follow the Hostess. The restaurant was styled around a vintage looking bar with dark timber and gold finishing's – their middle island of alcoholic bottles coloured the room like the northern lights in the Antarctic. I was lead towards the back of the restaurant where the tables became a little more secluded and set out spaciously, giving one the illusion of privacy. I no sooner set eyes on Mrs Renner. Her perfectly cut short brown hair fell over her face as she read the menu, her posture was impeccable and her nails were perfectly trimmed.

I looked down at my wavy auburn hair that had far too many spilt ends to even be classified as hair, my nails were uneven and unkempt – partly from my constant nervous biting. This is never going to work.

"Sky!" Mrs Renner greeted me as she stood from her chair and opened her arms out, wide, towards me.

My inner self recoiled and sneered. Ewe, does the stranger expect you to hug her? Maybe this family was just as crazy as you! You could fit right in.

"Mrs Renner, It's nice to meet you properly." I smiled nervously as she leaned in for a hug. Her arms came around me leaving me leaning in awkwardly like a broken statue.

You could die from the awkwardness of this situation.

"Oh please call me Sandra." She insisted as she let go of me and released me from the awkward hug. We both found our seats quickly and I pulled out my note book and pen for important note taking – I had no doubts there was going to be a lot of important information discussed, some I may even need to google at a later date. "Oh honey, there was no need to be so professional, it's just lunch." Sandra smiled at me, her face a little surprised.

"I thought we were discussing the wedding?" I frowned in confusion.

"We are." She assured me. "But this isn't a business deal."

I stared at her dumfounded and unbelieving. My mouth hung open a little as my eyes widened.

I wouldn't leave my mouth hanging open for too long Sky, I thought I saw fly just before. Wouldn't want you chocking on that now would we?

I quickly shut my mouth and let my expression change from unbelieving to one of pure panic.

Yeah that's what I thought.

"Well to me it isn't," Sandra continued, completely oblivious to my change in expression and my little fly conundrum. "I wanted to get to know you a little before I gave my blessing to this arrangement, unlike my husband and my son I am not primarily driven by ambition."

"Oh," I flinched in surprise. "Okay then." I dragged out the words hesitantly. What were you supposed to 'chat' about to the mother of the man you are arranging to marry? "So what's up?"

You have such elegance and grace, it amazes me.

Sandra giggled at my choice of words, clearly finding it amusing while I became a nervous wreck. I bit my lip and started picking at my finger nails, suddenly finding my fingers incredibly interesting as my eyes began looking for something to shift the attention on to – anything other than me would be perfect.

"Tell me about yourself."

"There's not much to tell." I admitted.

Liar, there is so much to tell. You are clumsy, a little insane with server attentional issues, you eat the Nutella out of the jar, drink the orange juice form the cartoon and let's not forget you have me!

"Well your answer tells me you're modest for one, the fact that your eyes flicker across the restaurant and you're fidgeting with your hands tell me you're rather uncomfortable with this situation," Sandra listed making me a little shocked that she noticed so much. "And I know that you are only agreeing to this match for your family's sake which tells me you're loyal."

I gaped at her in surprise once again.

There's a fly remember!

I closed my mouth and shook my head focussing back on the conversation at hand. "You got all that and I've barley said a complete sentence?"

"I was a psychologist studying expressions and emotions for the better part of my twenties and thirties." She explained. "It's my job to be observant." She winked at me.

"Oh, well that makes sense."

"So tell me about you," She repeated - obviously expecting a more serious answer this time around "Are you ambitious?"

"I'm trying to be." I said honestly. "But I can't get hired apart from a few small jobs of doing the books and accounts for a few small business franchises but I want something more."

"And that's why you applied for the interview with my son?"

"I thought if I could get my foot in the door I could build myself up and could possibly get myself a better job than just his assistant." I smiled fondly as I laid out my life plan, only to let the smile drop as I came to the sad realisation. "I guess that will never happen now though."

"No I suppose not, although it is a shame, with you as his assistant I'm sure he would have actually gotten some work done."

There it is again. That sentence that I had heard from the others that I had interviewed with before making it into Renner's office. I still wasn't sure if it was a stab at my looks and unappealing qualities or if it was a compliant to my determination and work capability.

"Speaking of non-working activities," I said a little hesitantly as I hoped Sandra got the message so that I didn't have to straight out ask her in a crowed restaurant. "Is that going to be on the agreement?"

"Fidelity?" She questioned in surprise, catching onto my 'drift'.

"Yes."

"I'm not sure, that will have to be discussed between the two of you." She looked a little uncomfortable with the topic. My bad.

"So if we aren't discussing anything important, that means this meeting is mute?"

"Straight to the point aren't you." She regarded me but by the look on her face she didn't look repulsed or even phased by my comment at all.

I nodded yes. "Mostly."

It's a problem really. That and saying the wrong thing at the wrong time – you should see me at a funeral!

She smiled genuinely at me "Good." She assured me. "And as for the meeting, we have plenty to discuss such as the wedding and the prenup but the terms of the 'marriage' will be discussed strictly between you and Anthony." She exclaimed "If you agree to be faithful to one another as par the agreement then if one cheats the other can sue for a divorce, in the case of a divorce any money earned by both of you after the marriage date will be split half and half and the money or assets Anthony has acquired up until this point – including the investment in your fathers company – will remain his post marriage; And the custody of any children you have will also be equally shared." She explained.

"Oh," I thought about everything she had said. So my father's business would be saved although we may not own it anymore if I divorce Renner, and as Charlene argued, I would be better off even if the prenup is in play as there is no way I would ever earn more money than Renner anyways. "That sounds reasonable."

"I'm glad you think so, now the wedding." She clapped her hands together as an excited smile once again took over her face. "I was thinking the classic white and black theme but possibly with red and gold as decorating colours such as roses and little bits and bobs, is there anything you wanted specifically?"

"Uh..." I paused, my eyes flickering around once again. Where's the exit? "I never really thought about having a wedding before, no one ever wanted to date the awkward girl let alone marry one." I confessed.

"Well now you have a wedding to plan." She smiled as if the news was the best thing she could ever tell me. "And fast," she added as if an afterthought. "Just tell me what you want and I will have it planned. I will book in the cake tasting for next week and you can chose the cutlery while we're in the area and..." she trailed off with useless junk about weddings and planning them and I even believe there was something about Pottery Barn but I couldn't be sure.

Oh my god I think my head is about to explode, either that or her mouth is going to run off her face with the amount of words being thrown out each second.