A Quiet Kismet

Chapter Twenty Nine

AGE: 26

    "Jaimie you are the most annoying person on the face of this earth!" Delia cried out as soon as I stepped in the house of chaos.

    Clothes were scattered all over the living room where the stylists had set up shop. Half of the bridesmaids were dressed and made up for the special day. While the other half were running around on Jaimie's command. My two big sisters faced off in an epic standoff as my Mom stood between them trying to play mediator.

    "I simply suggested that you cover up that thing on your chest." Jaimie said calmly, though her eyes lit up with a fierceness we were all very familiar with. It was the same fire that ignited her meticulous party planning. Everything needed to go her way accordingly to even tame that fire. "It's not a big deal."

    "I'm not covering up my tattoo!" Delia wasn't about to back down. While the rest of us knew we couldn't go up against Jaimie when she had party planning tunnel vision, Delia didn't give a damn either way.

    I sidestepped them both and hoped I could escape for a shower. Of course I should've known that in my family, there was no way of avoiding anything. Delia spotted me carrying all the drinks and practically stormed over to me.

    "It's about damn time." She grumbled, "Don't ever leave me alone with Jaimie. She's already tried to burn my tattoos off and I haven't even had my morning coffee yet."

    "As long as it's you and not me." I smiled, setting all the drinks down on the dining room table. In a matter of seconds, a stampede of caffeine fiend bridesmaids came barreling towards us. I made a move to quickly get out of there way when Delia gripped my arm.

    "She's coming after you next hermanita. You disappeared this morning and she was ready to sacrifice her first born for your head."

    "She was gonna kill Iris?"

    Delia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, her signature 'whatever' pose. "I mean, no but she was royally pissed you were m.i.a. Speaking of which...." She trailed off, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Where were you and who were you with?"

    I narrowed my eyes at her, refusing to out my fantasy relationship with Derek. The last thing I wanted were my sisters salivating over my relationship only for it to end before they had a chance to pry any details out of me. What I had with Derek was my own special secret. Something I could enjoy without prying eyes.

    "I walked around the neighborhood for a couple hours just to think. I couldn't sleep last night." I explained it in a way that I hoped came across as nonchalant. "Then I went out to get coffee." I shrugged.

Delia narrowed her eyes, "With what car? We all rode back here in a rented limo and my car was here all morning."

My sister may think she's caught me in a lie, but you see we live in the twenty-first century. You don't need your own car to get around. Especially where I live. "I took an uber detective chismosa."

Delia still didn't look convinced but she didn't prod any further. Instead she huffed and flipped her hair over her shoulder, revealing her tattooed cleavage. Her olive boho dress was different from mine. Whereas mine was a plunging neck, hers was a bit more conversative or at least it was designed to be. Of course Delia took creative liberty and wore a pushup bra and pushed the dress farther down to give her cleavage breathing room.

"Classy." I snorted.She laughed and winked at me, basking in the glory of being the difficult sister.

"Oh before I forget, Iris dropped this off for you." She said grabbing my laptop bag from a chair in her dining room. I grabbed it and furrowed my brows confused. "She said you'd probably need that today."