SINS (Completed)

FAMILY DYSFUNCTIONS

"No, I will absolutely not listen to a single word you say." Celia paces into the bustling room, anger radiating off her in fumes as I follow behind her like a lost puppy.

"No, you will just judge away." I retort.

She turns around with a whip, her face shifting into a deep scowl, highlighting her well attended features.

Celia had always looked a chubby beautiful, mostly resembling Mom, where I had taken up more after Dad. Her cheeks were squishy and she had the most comfortable shoulders where I had spent whole of my primary school sleeping on, during the bus rides.

Her hair had been too curly since the first day I remember looking at her- the kind where the comb gets stuck and even the straightener can't stand a duel.

And now they flowed down her shoulders in silky straight keratinized strands. Her jawline was more defined too, her cheeks transformed into sharpness and her eyebrows were thinned to the elegance expected of a to-be-bride. She certainly looked the part.

"Judge, you think this is me judging you? You know what he has done, what all you have been through, and from what I hear, there has been additions to his list of achievements. Sex tape was it?" She crosses her arms together and looks at me tauntingly.

A few people in the room, that included Paula, the wedding planner, Jodie, the decorator and a dozen staff members going about their work of organizing a wedding two days from today look up, as I try to take the heat from my hyper sister for being back with Hardin Scott.

Ethan Young, that man. Can't stomach down a single word.

"Well the next time you feel like buying gossip from Dad, make sure to purchase the full version. It was fake, alright." I tell her, in a clam placating voice.

"Paula, get these out of here, they're table cloths, they're supposed to be on the tables-

yes, because that makes his case so much better."

She snaps at her, before chuckling at my words without a sign of amusement, turning back to the numerous name cards sprawled on the table.

"Listen, I don't-"

"Let me be clear about this. There is nothing you say that is going to make me okay with- all of this-

"Celia, do you want the lilies out at the entrance or just the main area?"

"Some, at the entrance yes, thank you Jodie.

That boy single handedly ruined your life, not once but twice. I don't know what you're waiting for, maybe third time's the charmer." She blows through her mouth decisively, fixing me with an intense glare.

"I know what has happened, okay, I don't need you shoving it up my face.

But how long do you want me to carry it around with myself, I'm trying to let the past be the past, can't you do the same?"

I ask, incredulously, slowly getting provoked into saying something I don't want to.

Tessa, remember she's getting married.

She signs a few order confirmations that Paula returns with, standing by her side as I try to peace myself down.

"This is not you letting the-"

"Celia?"

"What? What do you want?" She shouts in a curt, loud voice at the continuous interruption.