(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join...
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"Hey, it's no fair! Why does Owen get to practice boxing and I cant!" Kelly whines. Her hair is tied smack on top of her head and I really can't take my sister seriously with her short copper hair looking like a fountain.
We're sitting at the dinner table like we do every night. As usual, the cook really outdid himself with tonight's meal and the maids have kept the house in such an orderly fashion, one might mistake our dining room as the VIP section at one of our many luxury hotels. There's candlelight supported by copper stands and a fresh batch of white roses adorning a large half of the table. You wouldn't say that just an hour ago, the expensive white embroidered table cloth was stained with my kid sister's crayons.
"That's because your brother just turned fourteen. You're too young to be fighting anyone, Kelly," Dad laughs. I watch him take a bite of the steak before taking another sip of his water. He's still in his business wear, but he has a different shirt on than the one he wore this morning. I know something probably happened with the gang... Though I know the basics of everything, I'm still yet to be taught how to take over after he retires.
"I'm seven and a half, thank you!" Kelly continues to protest. "And I kicked Owy's butt plenty of times before."
"Watch your language, Katherine," Mom says from where she's quietly eating her food, "A young lady doesn't speak like that." Unlike Kelly's unruly hair, mom's hair is pinned into a perfect bun, showing off the expensive earrings Dad got her for their anniversary.
I watch Kelly tense up. Whenever Mom uses our second names, she gets serious. Nevertheless my firecracker of a sister doesn't give in. "I'm not a lady!" she blurts.
"No kidding," I laugh, "All the boys at school avoid you."
"Shut up, Owy!"
"Katherine. William. Stop."
My sister and I both immediately stop with the banter and look at Mom with a bit of fear. Dad laughs it off and changes the subject - talking about when we should head for our vacation home in East Ends this year. Kelly sticks her tongue out and me when nobody's looking and I return the favor before acting a bit more proper again.
