Flying Purple

Chapter One

It felt like heaven to flirt with hell.
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Daniel Walsh

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TWELVE WEDDINGS IN TWENTY DAYS. HOLY MOSSES.

All Laura Hughes could think was that her best friend, Jenny must have been drunk or had gone insane when she'd accepted so many bookings so close together but that cannot be the reason considering that she never gets drunk and had been insane for the past twenty-five years.

What in the bloody hell was she thinking? It wouldn't have been nearly as bad if the bookings had been anything other than weddings, a party was simple in comparison to a wedding because they were relatively free of emotional turmoil. A wedding, on the other hand, was invented with every emotion known to man.

All the groom had to do was get down on his knees and propose and the bride to finally says yes. Then comes Laura! The wedding planner! A wedding planner's responsibility starts from the moment a couple decides to get married and only when they get inside the plane for their honeymoon. This time period includes not just the bride and the groom; the bride's mother, the groom's mother, the best friend who fights with the sister for the maid of honor spot, the best man who never misses a chance to hit on the bride, the list goes on...

Mother fathers!

Laura's thoughts hit a full stop when she feels an immense pain on her face.

What in the frack was that?

Laura heard gasps around her but she did not dare open her eyes until the pain eased down. Pressing her hand against left cheekbone, she slowly opened her eyes which were filled with tears from the sudden pain. Did I break my nose? She mused.

"Are you alright?" She heard a voice asking and Laura knew recognized the person immediately. Tessa Andrews! Her best friend whom she met before six months. Their friendship was a slow one because Tessa was a bitch the first time Laura met her though that impression didn't last long. Tessa is a sweet woman with a bossy attitude who had a tough time in the past few months.

"I'm fine," Laura coarse out, her gaze fixed on the floor.

"Do you have a concussion?" Jenny asked. "Recent study found out that between one point seven and three million people get head injury each year. Five in ten of those go unreported or undetected. They can cause concussion and even aneurysm. Did you know aneurysm can kill someone? Do you have aneurysm? Are you going to die?"

Great Scott!

"No, Jennifer Faith Foster, I'm not going to die but you will if you don't tone it down right now," Laura said as she glanced at her office.

Betsy, Laura's assistant, stood near the outer desk. The room which was usually piled with books and fabric swatches and photographs, now, looked like a hell hole. Betsy gave Laura an exaggerated expression of sympathy, and frustration.

Laura's gaze finally moved to the person responsible for the condition of her office and the throbbing pain in her face and head. Naturally, Angel was already there, waiting in her office. She was a beautiful woman: mid-twenties, a curvy figure, blonde hair, smooth skin, blue eyes which were now filled with tears. Her personality, though, ran the gamut from nasty to mean to pathetic to pitiful.

"I can't do this anymore," Angel yelled, wiping her tears furiously.

Calm down, Laura. Anger is never the solution for anything, Dr. Hernandez's voice rang in her mind.

That absolutely depends on the question, Dr. Hernandez.

Think of something that will soothe you, Laura.