SINS (Completed)

ROSES AND LILIES

"Who told you to get roses? I ordered white lilies!" I exclaim in irritation, at the decorator who looks back at me with a weird confused stare.

"Uh, Celia Young?"

"She knows bullshit. Take them down and white lilies should be up before I explode in flames to the skies." I hiss and thump away towards the kitchen to check on the final supplies.

My hair flies around my face as I pace, but my feet stops me midway, as my eyes stick to something that pushes my already-standing
-at-the-edge-of-the-bridge mind off the railing. Violently.

"Linda! This is the seating chart. This is the dining table where it's on. You see the disagreement between those letters and that table cloth-" I tell her emphatically, barely holding back an outburst.

She nods in understanding and picks up the chart to hang it in front of the seating rows.

"THESE ARE THE BRIDAL PACKAGE GIFTS, THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO-" I shout back at a retreating Linda when I'm cut off by a hand pulling me away.

I reel with the impact of the force, and only when he thrusts me through the door of a room, do I look around and recognise him.

"Aiden, what the hell-" Celia speaks up from behind me, which is when I realise that she's in the same room as well.

I look at Aiden in question, as to why he dragged me all the way to the one person I have been fighting with since yesterday.

"Shut up. You two are giving me, the planner, the families, everyone a paralyzing nosebleed. The decor has been changed five times, five times- and no one has been able to decipher if it's supposed to be roses or lilies!

I can not marry under these extenuating circumstances.

So you two will stay here and will not be allowed out in public unless you resolve your shits and turn into endurable humans again. I don't know what it takes- talk like mature people, scratch each other's faces, pull some hair, kill- just, do your thing- and then come out."

Aiden yells at both of our faces and bangs the door shut. And locked. I stand stupefied, still appalled at what just happened.

I am locked in a room with my sister because we're fighting?! I feel like a kid.

A dead silence fills the room and when I turn around, Celia has her arms crossed and still staring at the back of the door with her face drenched in stupor.

"He can do that?"
"He can do that?"

We both speak up at the same time and I roll my eyes.

"Stop soulmating, we're fighting." Celia huffs with a scowl.

"Fine." I shout.

"Fine." She shouts back.

"I feel like slamming your head into the granite floor ugh." She growls, throwing her hands up on vexation.

"And I feel like slamming your head into the batter of your wedding cake!" I retort ferociously with the first thing that comes into my mind.

Celia pauses, and looks at me quizzically. Yeah, same. Wedding cake?

Reluctantly, a small grin starts forming on her face, and looking at it I try to contain my own. We're fighting dammit.

"That still haunts you? What was that, tenth birthday?" She speaks through her growing, amused smile.

"Twelfth. Technically you still haven't made up for that." I shake my head at the memory.