Am I a freak?

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Three

Alma (POV)

The house was alive with the bustle of people moving this thing to that place, changing that over for this and clearing those things away. There were flowers and cakes and sweets dotted all over the house and just the feeling of happiness which had been void in this house since the death of our mother all those years ago.

I watched my family chat and laugh together and I couldn't help but feel the overwhelming feeling of love. I felt loved. By all of these people. Even my father, who I had been convinced until late hated me with all his heart. I felt a pang of guilt as I glanced over at him, for a second he seemed like his old self. The version of him that I thought had died with my mother and when he smiled he looked younger almost...

"Alma and I should really go and get ready" Amanda's voice broke through my mist of thoughts, when I looked up she was already coming at me, ready to drag me to my utter boredom. Reluctantly I let her tug me into her room and with an almost sadistic smile she began pulling out items of clothing that looked like instruments of torture out of her closet. Once she had made a decision on what we should wear she shoved a pile of things into my arms and pushed me into the bathroom where I took my time in pulling my clothes off one by one and then lastly pulling on the floor length white, one shoulder dress and a pair of painful, strappy heels before I emerged out of the bathroom.

"How do I look?" I asked, looking for Amanda's approval.

"Whoa!" she said with her eyes wide and mouth open "that dress looks way better on you than it ever did on me!" I blushed and looked down at myself, self-consciously "so." I snapped my head up "How do I look?"

I inspected her frame from head to toe, taking in her skin tight black dress with a slit up the side that had you wondering if it was a little too high or if it was just high enough, she paired the dress with a pair of simple heels and gold bangles that jingled every time she moved her hands. "Whoa!" I replied in the exact same way she had "hang on!" I held my hand up as I frowned "isn't that mine?"

"Maybe" she mumbled as she looked anywhere but at me, I laughed and then gave her a reassuring smile.

"It looks great on you."

"Thanks" she smiled back and hugged me tight "right lets finish getting ready! We only have half an hour before the guests start arriving which means we have an hour to get our hair and makeup all done up" I raised an eyebrow and she feigned innocence "what?" she shrugged "we are the guests of honor, we have to make an entrance." I laughed and shook my head and went to the mirror to finish the whole look off.

I kept my hair out in waves and put some light make up on whereas Amanda went for a less subtle look, she straightened her hair so the ends looked razor sharp, outlined her eyes in black and painted her lips bright red. Everything about her screamed sexiness. She didn't look like my sweet innocent sister anymore she looked like...well...she looked like an adult. Even though we were twins I'd always thought of Amanda as the baby of the family but not today...

"COME ON GRLS!" there was a loud knock on the door and the muffled shouts of Max and Drew trying to coax us out of the room. Amanda motioned for me to wait for a second and looked up at the clock on the wall and after a few minutes of waiting she went to open the door.

"We want to be fashionably late" she explained with a shrug when I gave her a questioning look, I rolled my eyes and just laughed.

"Come in" Amanda smiled as she pulled the door open.

"Whoa" I heard from Max followed by the sound of a throat clearing and imagined the boys blushing at the sight of my sister. Max stepped into the room and kissed Amanda on the cheek after whispering "you look amazing" in her ear. After a second Drew walked in and squeezed past the happy couple but stopped in his tracks when he saw me with his eyebrows raised and didn't say anything and I felt my smile slowly falter as I turned to look in the mirror, second guessing how I looked. I stopped turning when I felt Drew take my hand and pull me into him, holding me tightly to his chest.