The Lost Heir .:Disney Fic:.

one // weddings and lightning

"Do you, Cassandra Parker, take Matthew Dare to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

I rolled my eyes at Cassie's crocodile tears. "I do."

The day that I can't handle anyone is, ironically, the day that I have to handle one hundred people.

Why, of all days, did he have to get remarried on my birthday?!

"Then I now announce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride."

My Dad took that as his cue to passionately make out with his girlfriend - wife, now - in front of almost one hundred people.

Don't get me wrong, I love my Dad. His new wife though... not so much.

There is one thing we can actually agree on; Cassie and I hate each other. With a fiery passion.

Because of that aforementioned fiery passion, she decided that she wanted to have "her wedding" on my birthday.

My. Freaking. Birthday.

So I'm basically stuck here.

In a tight dress.

And heels that make my toes ache.

Watching my dad make out with my *gag* stepmom.

Trust me, Cassie is one of those people with multiple personalities. And it's not even a lie. One second, she's all 'cupcakes and sparkles and glitter and giggles' and the next 'you get out of my way or I'll shove a knife up yo ass' and I have no clue what I'm supposed to do about it!

I linked my arms with Tyron, Cassie's son, who is also a part of the bridal party as well as I am. As Dad and Cassie ran down the aisle with Cassie "in happy tears". After the other three bridesmaids, I followed.

At the outdoor reception, I gladly changed out of my form fitting navy blue straight jacket - I mean, bridesmaid dress - and into a pair of black jeans and a loose cream colored tunic. I headed to the main table (where I sat as far away from bridezilla as I could) and poured myself a glass of champagne. Dad stared at me from the middle of the table with a 'don't you even dare' kind of look on his face. I sullenly switched my glass with the bridesmaid's who was sitting next to me.

Cassie and Dad stood up, and that's when I realized. The slow music started, and the other bridesmaids eagerly jogged to the portable dance floor with the groomsmen following. The slow dance. No way in hell am I dancing with Tyron. Tyron, whose allergies are were so bad he can't go to school for three days. Tyron, who took showers once a week. Please, lord, I can't dance with Tyron. Please please please-

Cassie threw me a fake smile, her lips reading 'won't you come and dance, Addy?' but her eyes read 'get your ass over here right now, sister sledge, or I will brutally murder you and I'll have my bloodhounds eat the body'.

That's my name, if I haven't already said it. Adabowe Dare. But I prefer Addy.

I forced myself to join Tyron, plastering a fake smile onto my face. I took a few steps onto the grassy lawn.

Small drops of water landed on my bare arms a few moments into dancing. The DJ packed up his stuff and the rest of the bridal party retreated under the tent. I placed some various tiles of the dance floor under the tent. I heard a few cracks of thunder. As I scrambled to collect the last tile, my body filled up with this energy. I can't explain it. I felt my body reaching exhausting temperatures. My sight faded to black as I felt my body hit the ground.

*

The sky was white. The ground was white.

Why the hell was everything so white?