Superheroes Suck: The Unnecessary Novella

Chapter 11: A Disney-Themed Bachelorette

After such a fun night, I was brought back to earth by my mother's bachelorette party. I had planned the usual set of bachelorette games, which of course required more set up than I had anticipated from their descriptions. The event roster for the day was packed full of things: the silly "how well do you know the bride and groom" and "bachelorette bingo" games that I had copied right from some Pinterest board.

My mom wouldn't know, all she would care about is that I planned it myself and everybody had a fun time, which they were. The mimosa bar I had stolen from that very same Pinterest board ensured the majority of the guests had a nice buzz going on. Only one person noticed, or was sober enough to notice, the tablecloths didn't even match the rest of the decor.

I had even anticipated the snide comments Hunter's mother was sure to throw my mother's way. Even Mary has trouble putting a positive spin on her comments sometimes. But, blah blah blah, the woman will soon be family.

Speaking of my soon-to-be-sister, she and I eventually found ourselves leaning against one of the pillars, sharing a few cocktail weenies on a plate as we chatted and surveyed the room.

"The Cinderella thing is cute. You did such a good job with everything Noves," Mary gushed as she shoved another weenie in her mouth, "Except for the tablecloths."

"You are the only person who noticed." I shot back.

"Keep telling yourself that and maybe it will be true someday." She teased.

"The party store was out of light blue so I figured maroon and green are both colors my mom likes and...they go well enough with light blue?"

"Separately? Maybe. Together? Absolutely not."

Mary was obviously the one person who noticed. Not that there was any unkindness in her remarks, just that playful mocking that she was so good at.

"Well, not to pivot so abruptly to save myself from embarrassment, but how is work?" It was abrupt but I was desperate to talk about anything other than the tablecloths.

"Work is going well, about as well as the last time we talked about it a few short days ago. You know we can talk about other things? More than just the wedding and my job."

"Like you don't always worm Murphy into the conversation."

"One of us has an exciting love life while the other had a nine-year-old projectile vomit on them yesterday."

"Gross."

"Well the kid was adorable most of the time I spent with her so that almost makes up for it...wait, no more work talk. How about...what else interesting can we talk about?"

"Want to run away to Mexico with me?"

"Abso-fu..." She trailed off as something over my shoulder caught her attention, "Nevermind, it looks like my grandmother is over by the dessert table bullying one of your mom and I's coworkers. I better go save her."

"That bad?"

"The poor woman looks like she's ready to cry." Mary moved to place her glass down but a quick movement in the corner of my eye stopped her, "Nevermind Noreen made a break for it and my grandmother looks pissed. Better not to poke a pissed-off bear."

"Good point," I took a long sip of my drink as I did my best to avoid eye contact with the fuming woman, "So...how is my soon-to-be step-father?"

Mary's face fell. I guess I had poked the sleeping bear, "You can call him step-dad."

"Okay," I knew better than to argue, "How is my soon-to-be step-dad?"

"He's great...well fine. Mostly fine I guess," Mary let out an annoyed groan, "My dad missed his last suit fitting. Apparently someone robbed a superhero training academy two nights ago. He's been up to his ears in paperwork, even your mom has barely seen him."