Whisper

[Nine]

As soon as Jordan heard my older sister Jasmine's shiny red BMW make it's way up our long driveway, he practically bolted from my room and out of the house. He hated her more than he hated Lily, and he did not want to be anywhere near her. "I don't even want to breathe the same air as her," he had said before leaving.

Now I was stuck with her all on my own. She hadn't said to anyone else in the house, which wasn't unusual for her, and practically begged me to go into town with her to give my opinions on things she had chosen for the wedding. So not my idea of a fun time.

I tried using the grief card, putting on my most depressed face, but it didn't work. She countered my excuse with, "But that's all the more reason to come with me. You could do with a distraction."

Distraction my ass. If anything, I'd focus more on the things I was reluctant to, because I'd rather think about them than have to deal with her rambling on about her 'perfect' wedding. The only good thing would be that I'd be eating a whole heap of cake during the cake tasting later on. Besides, it gave me the opportunity to sabotage her wedding.

I still couldn't even believe that she didn't postpone the wedding. I mean, her mother had only been murdered two months ago. Of course this is Jasmine we're talking about, so something of this magnitude could not be pushed back to a later date. 

She had apparently been planning her dream wedding since she was eight years old. Pretty pathetic if you ask me, I mean, who says anyone would want to marry her anyway. Leo was probably only marrying her for the money. She really had no other redeeming qualities.

Right now, my nose was burning from the intense smell of the local florist. Luckily I didn't have any allergies. Although, it would give me a reason not to be stuck here with her, listening to the florist drone on and on about various flowers and decorative arrangements. 

"No, I hate Lily's, I don't want them anywhere near my wedding," my sister said in her snobby, nasally voice. She honestly sounded a bit like Fran from the television show 'The Nanny' . 

It was obvious that the florist was getting quite annoyed with Jasmine's fussy taste in flowers. I really felt for her. Jasmine was going all out so this is great business for her, she wanted the most expensive packages, but she definitely wasn't making it easy for the florist. 

"Well, what about an arrangement with pink and white Frangipani's surrounded by white baby's breath?" As she was suggesting this, the florist, who's name was apparently Sarah, began piecing together a small sample to show to my sister.

In all honesty, the arrangement was beautiful. The colours also matched the colour scheme that Jasmine had chosen for the wedding. This simply would not do. I had to find a way to make sure that these flowers were not the ones that were delivered to the wedding. I'd have to figure out a simple but foolproof plan to make sure that instead of this beautiful arrangement that the florist was discussing with my sister at this moment, a whole bunch of Lily's are going to make an appearance at her wedding.

"Don't you just love this arrangement Lily?" The grin on her face only made the satisfaction I felt, increase considerably. She would be totally devastated when she saw all of the Lily's. Quite ironic actually.

I nodded in agreement, not having to fake a smile for once. The arrangement really was wonderful, and it was a shame that I wouldn't get to see a proper, final product. It would be worth it just to see Jasmine's horrified expression though. 

Even after she had Sarah fill out the order form, she continued to browse around the store. I didn't see the point really, I mean, she'd already chosen the wedding flowers, what else was there to do in here.