The Wrong Bride

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THE WRONG
BRIDE

Chapter 2.

When I was two years, my mother made up her mind that she didn't want to be a mother anymore, at least not to me. So she picked me up and sent me to my father's doorstep, and when he asked her, she said she is sick and tired of me, after all, she expected him to marry her, that was why she didn't abort me when she found out that she was pregnant out of wedlock and without a husband, she assured her parents that her baby daddy was going to marry her but after two years, it was very much evident that it wasn't going to happen, so what was the use of keeping me anyway? To her, I was bad luck.

My father and his wife Hannah, were the ones who took care of me. Although Hannah never liked me. She saw me as a hindrance to her perfect marriage, but I never really bothered, because my own mother disowned me, so hers is not something to mop about.

I loved the time with my dad though, especially when he wasn't travelling around the world and he was at home more often. I was the happiest when he was around and immediately when he left on a trip, I was unrecognizable. The only person who made living in my dad's mansion bearable was my nanny Esther, who gave me more attention than she gave my father's other daughter with Hannah, my half sister Nicole.

Leaving dad was most probably the hardest decision I was making when I was leaving America, but it got easier because sometimes he gave me surprise visits over here, but I'm glad I didn't have to pay for my own rent when I came here, it helped me save more money to open my coffee shop.

"I'm home!" I call out, waiting to hear my teenage cousin blaring rock music from her music speakers. I always tell her that classical music is always the best, but she tells me otherwise, in her own words, "Rock music is the shit", and I don't argue with her further because I don't think classical music is the shit.

Twenty minutes later Goergina, who I always call Georgie, comes down the stairs with a scowl on her face, holding her laptop and the backpack she takes to school and I already know what's happening.

"Yes yes you can rub it in." She pauses before mimicking my voice "Georgie I told you to do your homework before auntie tells you too or else no rock music for you" she ends with an eyeroll and I'm bursting with laughter, finding my way to the living room to take a seat.

"This time it isn't rock music alone I was deprived of. My laptop is the only device I have with me now until I finish all my assignments" she wailed.

"You sound like you are dying" I tsked, shaking my head in amusement.

"I am dying. Life without rock music is like death"

"Georgina Amber Cullen, God have mercy on you for being so lost" my aunt Rose, comes out of the kitchen with her hand on her hip. At 5'0, she is a terrifying blonde woman with piercing green eyes that is looking at Georgie like that of an animal that would enter the slaughter house soon if it didn't do what was asked. If I were Georgie, I would honestly keep my mouth shut but no, my dear cousin didn't know where to stop.

"But mama, you reckon I could do math with rock music? Is motivation"

"My slippers leaving an imprint on your cheek would be motivation if you don't shut up and finish those assignments. I give you everything Georgie, should I have to worry about you keeping a 4.0 GPA and having to worry about your obsession with rock music as well?" She says and Georgie, who is probably seeing how serious this is getting and realizing how lucky she is to even have her laptop with her, shuts up and decides to focus on her work without another word.

Who knew my cousin could be this quiet?

"Emmy, have you had lunch?" Aunt Rose asks and I laugh, amused by her question, before following her back into the kitchen.

"Oh Auntie, you speak as if you do not know the woman you are talking to. I had plain boiled rice with beef tenderloins sauce for lunch. Just tell me you want to feed me more" I say and she laughs

"You are right my dear. I think you have to put on a few extra pounds. You are too damn skinny" she says and I pass her an amused smile.

"If that is your excuse for feeding me some more, be my guest" I say and wash my hand, before taking a huge bite of my cinnamon roll, which she baked. I learnt how to bake from her, and it has been a blast so far since people keep coming back to my restaurant to ask for more. I didn't go to college for cooking. I took an English major because I love to write and even though I was mostly given the task of ten pages of essay, it was okay because it kept me on my toes.

One other thing I love about my Aunt Rose, she is an amazing cook, and her food is to die for. So I always accept the meals she gives me, in between or main ones, not minding the extra weight I'm going to gain because honestly, I don't mind a few pounds. To me, a little more ass to jiggle doesn't hurt. Besides, who said being as slim as a stick is the only way to look beautiful?
God created everyone differently and I don't mind my weight, much or not.

Although I'm hoping I won't get too invested where Aunt Rose will make me as big as a house, because I won't be able to turn her delicious delicacies down.

After a little chit chat, I go to my room and have a shower, the yellow and red walls always feeling more than welcoming, making my shoulders sag in relief for the feel of home, before I throw my hair into a bun on my head. I change into more comfortable clothes consisting of just a huge t-shirt and nothing else, before turning on my own laptop.

The emails I receive are like a raging thunder storm as always, but I don't miss the one that says,

From: sarasolso@gmail.com

To: emeraldcullen@gmail.com

Subject: Call me

Hi Ems. I've been meaning to talk to you the whole day but your number goes to voicemail each time. Please give me a call once you see this. It is pretty urgent.

- Sara.