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༺ It Was All Yellow ༻
Megara knew three things; one being that Savannah had clearly stolen one of her letters to Lip and slipped it in his locker, two being that Lip reciprocated those feelings for Megara, and three being that Ricky was about to have an opinion about it. When did Ricky ever not have an opinion when it came to her love life?
Was she a bad person if she wished that he would be disappointed? That maybe he'd feel just as badly as she did without her presence in his life? Was she kidding herself by hoping that she had some sort of power over him? Was there even a universe where she and Ricky could remain friends?
But before she could even have a moment to worry about all that, she had a wedding to attend.
If you had told nine-year-old Megara that she'd get to stand next to her mom and dad in a room together again, she'd have thought you were giving her false hope. Now, staring at the two who were barely conversing as they waited on Rosetta, she was wondering how the hell her parents ever ended up together in the first place. It was so damn obvious how different they were, and while she was lucky that she was now living comfortably, it still gave her the chills while looking at them.
Her father had barely said any words, and her mom certainly wasn't helping — really giving Wallows a run for their money with their "language of averted eyes" lyric. Megara cleared her throat, hoping they'd get the hint, but her father barely looked at her. So much for being the man of the house. "Rose, are you ready yet?" Megara called out, gladly taking her eyes off her awkward parents to call out for her sister.
"Almost!"
Mr. Montez rolled his arm over so he could glance at the time on the watch on his wrist. A crease formed in between his eyebrows as he said, "we need to get going soon, or else even Tia Carmen will beat us to the venue."
Mrs. — scratch that. Miss Daisy Fuentes sighed, reminiscent of the stepmother from The Parent Trap, at his comment. She was dressed in a white pantsuit with gold jewelry like a thin chain around her neck and a thicker watch on her wrist. She looked stunning, as she usually did, and saw exactly why her father was so drawn to her in the first place. But she still thought silver jewelry suited her better than gold. A large white hat cast shadows on her face and over her shoulders, and in some angles, across the ground when she moved, which was a lot. She had a small white bucket bag dangling from one of her forearms as she crossed her arms over her chest, indeed filled with unnecessary stuff she planned on sneaking into the wedding later today. Megara could see why she was starting to look impatient, it was eight in the morning and while she was fully dressed, her two daughters were struggling to make it to Mr. Montez's car in one piece. And while Megara thought she was on somewhat of a good schedule, she could tell her younger sister was struggling with the change of pace for today.
