Mechanical Romance [GTA 3]

Pretty pt.3

Exposure...
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The Actual Wedding...

7:09 PM

"Hey pretty girl. How you doing?" The ceremony is starting soon, I had to make a quick call to Valerie and see if she was coming or not. She sent me a text saying she'd be here soon. I wanted to wait for her, but stuff happens. Jhene had been talking me up a lot. A lot of her friends really want to meet me. So here I am socializing.

Or I was.

One of the staff working here told me Jhene wanted to see me for the first time in ages. I was lured to one of the back rooms. To my surprise there she was. "Auntie Jhene? Is that you?" She was a chubby woman, dark-skinned, with black hair with black doll-like eyes. The sense of the coolness I felt on my face from just a smile, I felt relief. All of the anxiety I had about this went away. Jhene sat on her davenport, holding a box of tissues laughing to herself.

"Come on over and sit." She talked funny. Jhene used to have an accent, a southern one and sounded like she was from Louisiana. Now that she's been here, it's not even an accent anymore. It does like to bleed in and dry, but you can't tell it existed. She sounds robotic. When she does try to be southern, you think, it's her first time embracing it all. "Are you sure?" I looked around, nobody else had been in there. Jhene cut her eyes at me with a sigh. "Very." I saw one of her dimples disappear. She must be serious.

"Alright, alright! Sitting..." I plopped down on the sofa right next to her. It wasn't comfortable, it fucking hurt. "Ow..." I whined softly. "There, there..." Jhene pat my head.

"Hehe... What did you want to t-talk 'bout?" My voice got very high and childlike. I even stuttered. I have not used a squeaky voice since high school. I do my best not to, but it must only come out when I feel warm and somewhat fuzzy. "Look... I have to be honest with you ___."

"What is it, aunt Jhene? Did something bad happen? Are you okay?" There it is again. Great, I'm a squeaker! "It's about Albert? Who the fuck? "Huh?" Jhene went had to explain who Albert was and that she is expecting. She cheated on her fiance the day before than wedding. That meant yesterday.

Not only that. She's pregnant with her ex's kid. They've been at this for too long, and I knew she wasn't that damn fat.

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Welp, I had my episode for the evening. That was pretty tamed, and very sweet. But now it's time for me to look into the lens of reality. I'll retract my statement in the "tamed and very sweet" part. I mashed my left hand into a bathroom mirror, at the motel. It's wrapped and blood is seeping through the bandage. I can't feel any of it, because I have severe nerve damage.

"I can do this. I can do this. I can't do this..." Sparrow watched her reflection for any flaws and mistakes. The flaws she noticed are the scar and eye patch. We wanted to be tough and uncover her eye, but the scar is so wide it's distracting. All she has to do is walk side by side with Claude, she has to fight the urge to link arms with him, or worse, switch sides as they walk. She can handle her balance pretty well, there's no reason to worry about tripping.

Sparrow did ask the wedding directors and whoever else, what they would be stuck doing for the rest of the night. That's mostly photos and introductions. Before the dinner is supposed to start, Sparrow and many more of the walkers have to be introduced to a song picked by the bride or groom. But we can't for the photos. This is genuinely her first wedding experience, and for once, it's just as bad as she thought. Maybe that'll keep her spirits high?

Sparrow waltzed out of the bathroom, it was the same one as yesterday. She felt giddy just from behind in there. She had to hurry and make herself look normal, act like she wasn't trespassing. She scattered down the steps, looking around for any signs of her aunt. "Damn..." She heard footsteps just behind her on the stairs, she looked back almost immediately and nearly gave herself whiplash.