The Wrong Bride

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THE WRONG
BRIDE

Chapter 8.

The shrilling sound of my ringtone pulls me out of my deep slumber. I turn with a groan, my fingers searching through possible places where my phone could be without opening my eyes. Luckily I find it on the nightstand before the call can ring out.

"What is it?" I mutter, asking in a sleepy voice to the other person on the line, my eyes still closed.

"Are you seriously still sleeping?!" Sara shrieks and that causes me to pull my eyes open, the sunlight that peeling through the curtains immediately blinding me.

"Goodmorning to you too Sara. I am fine, thank you very much for asking" I say with an eyeroll, sacarsm dripping with every word.

"Em" she says slowly with a pause, and I don't have to be there to know she is rubbing her temple. "You did not read the list of events I emailed you, did you?"

"Oh you emailed me something?" I ask, feigning curiosity, knowing it would irk her.

"YES! I emailed you the list of events we are going to have so that we clearly won't have this problem. Today we are going to try out dresses. That is, we are going to try out my wedding dress, along with the bridesmaids dresses. You are my Maid Of Honour and I need you to look your best, but if you are sleeping right now, how would the others take their jobs seriously?!"

Only Sara would refer to attending a wedding as a job.

"Look Sara, I got in just yesterday. I didn't know you have emailed anything to me. And you don't have to be so upset"

"Fine. Whatever. I'll come pick you up"

"No!" I decline immediately "Don't come to my house. I can get there on my own, just send me the location. I don't need you blowing a horn down my neck"

"Fine then. The appointment is 9 AM and we are already late. So you have to be there by 9:45 AM"

"Yes yes yes, I've heard you. Bye now" I say and without waiting for a response, I  hung up.

Dear God help me, or else I would have to end this day with a migraine all because of Sara.

She is already giving me one and the day has not even started yet.

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I come out of the shower and look through my suitcase, pulling out a yellow sundress with thin straps, a sweetheart neckline and a flowing skirt. I match it with a pair of yellow Chuck Taylor's and a white sling bag.
I tie my hair into a ponytail, leaving a few strands to frame my face.

Deciding to ditch makeup like I mostly do, I rub a strawberry lip balm on my lips and leave my room, heading down stairs.

"Goodmorning Nanny Esther" I greet her in the kitchen, pecking her cheeks.

"Oh goodmorning my lovely girl. How was your sleep?"

"Well it was going extremely well until someone decided to strip it away from me completely, but don't worry" I say with a chuckle "When is dad coming home?" I ask her, taking a glass and pouring myself some orange juice.