Déja Vú

Unwelcome Familiarity

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"She went to see him?" I ask, pushing everything off my table in anger.

"Yes, for evidence," her lawyer Hayden replied, literally shaking in my presence... and I loved it.

"But did you get it done though?" I stalk him, staring him down, and he cowers.

"Yes. Both the dress and footage are gone," he answers hesitantly.

"Good," I smirk, walking back to my desk.

"Now, do me a favour," I pour myself a glass of scotch.

"Make sure she ends up in jail, and never gets out." I take a sip, staring into his eyes. "Destroy her career till there is nothing left. Burn everything to the ground. Do. You. Understand. Me?"

"Ye-Yes, ma'am."

"Good."

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Leora

"So, what happened?" My sister and Kathani jump me the second the door opens, startling me and almost making me drop the flowers I was holding.

"Can you guys just chill the fuck out?" I say as I hand the flowers to Aunt Mindy. "Can you put this in water, please?" I ask, and she nods, placing them in water and about to set them in my dining room.

"Uhh, Aunt, can you take them to my room instead, please?" I ask, and I swear my sisters' eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. Honestly, I don't even know why I wanted them in my room.

"Okay, dear," she nods, carrying the bouquet away.

"So, you like the mister already?" Kathani teases, and I roll my eyes.

"First of all, his name is Ashton, and of course not. I already have flowers in my dining room; why throw them away?" I try to excuse myself, but the looks from the two women in front of me said they didn't buy it at all.

"So we are already on a first-name basis, aren't we?" Londyn jabs me playfully, and I groan as they drag me to the living room, obviously to hear everything.

"First, let us see the ring," Kathani wiggles her eyebrows as Londyn turns over the ring I had turned down and gasps.

"How did he—" Londyn doesn't finish her sentence, holding my hand for closer inspection.

"How did he know?" Kathani repeats, peeking closely at the ring, and I just shrug.

It was a nude brown moonstone ring with diamonds on each side.

The reason we were all shocked was simple: I had always said I didn't want a typical ring—diamonds, emeralds, or sapphires. I wanted a moonstone because of what they signified and how fragile they were.

"Dear, are you getting married?" Aunt Mindy's voice drags me out of my thoughts.

"Y-yes," I manage a smile. "Oh, good Lord?" She gasps, running over to see the ring.

"This is so beautiful, my dear," she smiles, cupping my cheek.

"Why haven't I met him yet though?" she asks thoughtfully, and I quickly reply, "We started dating in Rome." She nods. Looks like she bought it—thankfully, because that was the same story I had planned to tell my parents.

"So when am I meeting him?" she asks.

"Soon," I immediately reply, and she nods, going off to prepare dinner for us all.

Kathani was staying at mine because her parents were strict about the whole "not seeing the bride before marriage" thing, and she didn't want to stay at theirs.