my brother's best friend

chapter viii

“tie the knot”
through elise hampton

my eyes landed on the reflexion in the mirror. my figure faced me back.

i had this long black tube dress. this was a fancy dinner after all. i had put this gold neckless around my neck and some gold rings.

i had some black high heels, more like flat shoes due to its small ribbon on the front. they were elegant in their own way, those were the only ones my mother approved to a dinner with my future husband, who would give me the blessing of bearing his five children after our enourmous white wedding.

i sighed and walked down the stairs, my heels clincked as they came in contact with the white marmore.

i grabbed the side of my dress to avoid stepping on the fabric, my eyes moved up as they found my father's ones.

each member of my family waited, standing in the porch, i noticed, except my father.

he was wearing his grey suit which in his suit language meant a good agreement.

he turned the knob and sauntered his way to my brother.

"where is my granddaugher, son?" he put his hand on top of christopher's shoulder. he answered with a rapid tone "she's with her mother"

the child my father was referring to was aline, she was the fruit of a vain relationship my brother had.

christopher was just like that, ever since we were young i had to cope with the many girls he cheated on. how they would point their manicured fingers at my young self and whisper with cruel lips my name.

i came back to reality once i saw my mother's dissaproval glance at my choice of clothes. she differently than me was wearing this bordeaux flowly dress. a gold neckless with a diamont as pendant adorned her wrinkled skin in this fancy way only her could do.

i envyed her. i wished i would be like her ever since i was this little girl with blonde braids who dreamt with the beauty of her mother. i looked at my crossed hands that laid close to my lap.

i took a deep breath and gazed at my distant family who walked to our car. i hurried up, getting close behind.

i promptly sat on the back seat, understanding to be next to devyn. his strong cologne invaded my mind, fogging it as i looked closely at him. he was wearing this white dress shirt and a classic black suit. i saw how his hair was still wet, i did hear the shower running while i combed my hair earlier.

he glanced at me, greeting me with a smile. christopher, on the other hand, focused his gaze on our little interaction.

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we soon arrived at our destination. i came out to find a grandious sign that read 'the juliette'.

'the juliette' was the best restaurant in our city to see the least, it was also owned by nicholas' uncle, this very old man with a moustache you see on movies.

i would have been impressed if they had choose a different place to spend the evening. 'the juliette' was for big reunions, proposals and weddings, i believe.

we walked past the reception and made our way to a table which nicholas sat.

he gave me a smirk.

my family greeted him with kisses on each of his bearded cheeks and handshakes. he ambled towards me, grabbing my waist with a firm unninvited hand while his lips kissed my cheek, taking their sweet time.

"it's good to see you, elise"

"it's my pleasure, nicholas"

"i love your dress, i hope to take it off later" his hushed voice flew through my ear.