A Midsummer Night's Dream

14

DIANA

My heart stopped when I heard my sister say those words, "I'm getting married."

No. This can't be happening, no. My mind spiraled in to thoughts and emotions while I'm frozen in place trying to comprehend the news.

"Lorraine and I will be living in Paris together." I heard Marcel's voice say.
My heart breaks again. I can't handle this anymore.
A cry escapes my mouth and I put my hand over my mouth to stop anymore from escaping.

"Sorry, I have to go." I say and leave the table.

I head inside and more cries escape my mouth. I head into the sun room and fall to the floor before the window.

My mind is fully spiralling with fear and regret.
We shouldn't have ever come here.
She should have never met that guy.
They shouldn't have ever fallen in love.

Tears start to spill out of my eyes instantly and I let them out. I put my head in my arms and cry.

A body sits down beside me and I already know who it is.

"Go away, Theodore." I whisper.

He puts an arm around me and I pull away.
"I said go away!" I yell, finally facing him. He looks shocked by my sudden outrage but doesn't say anything.

"I don't want to hear any of your pep talk when my sister is turning into exactly what she taught me not to become... She's turning into my mother who also fell in love with a man and ran away with him. I'm losing her and there's nothing you can do about it so please, leave me the fuck alone!" I said to him, my nostrils flared and brows furrowed.

He sat there for a few seconds before simply nodding and leaving the room.

I put my head in my arms and sighed.
Everything was falling apart and I couldn't do anything. Lorraine was all I had left and I couldn't bare to loose her.

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"This would look gorgeous on you! Why haven't you worn it yet?" Cecilia asked as she held out a pink, silk dress with a large bow on the bust.

"Not my style." I said, barley paying any attention to Cecilia's words.

"Gosh. You have so many beautiful clothes and they're so luxurious. Girls like me could only dream of having such a closet." Cecilia said.

"They're not really mine though. My aunt gets them from different designers and just gives them to my sister and I." I said.

"We'll they're really gorgeous. You're really lucky to have an aunt like that."

"You know what... pick out as many things as you want and you can keep them all."

Cecilia looked at me with wide eyes. "Really?"

I nodded.

"Thank you." She exclaimed and hugged me before she started to pick out different colourful dresses, skirts and shoes.

I looked at her and felt a surge of affection. Cecilia was beautiful, and in her beauty you could see that she was kind. Good to animals. Great with little kids and babies. The type of friend who brews you tea just the way you like it, picks you flowers, gives you books, and bakes you muffins. No one knew how to have fun like Cecilia. She drew people to her; everyone loved her. She had a kind of power — gentleness, enthusiasm and sweetness — that glowed around her.