Sympathy For the Devil

Marriage in the Works

We got to Mick's home and sure enough, crowds of people stood around. Mostly teenage girls.

" Grab onto me, ok? They will rip you to shreds." Mick whispered.
We sped out of the car as quickly as possible. " MICK! MICK! WE LOVE YOU!" Girls screamed. It was chaotic.I clung to Mick's arm and we flew inside the gate.

When we got inside, the walls were covered in beautiful paintings. " This artwork, it's beautiful."

" Thank you. I love art. It's so peaceful to look at. I find it supportive to the tranquil atmosphere I try to provide for my guests." Mick replied with a heavy British accent.

I laughed." You find it supportive to the tranquil atmosphere?" I mocked him.

" Ok...I get it ! You just have to push my buttons, Margaret." He tossed his coat on the chair.

" It's a joke, darling ." I smirked as I poked his chest.

" Well. I guess I better get off to bed then if I want to wake up early for that flight." Mick said smoothing out his shirt.

" Right." I cleared my throat. " Where uh exactly do I sleep then?"

" The couch." Mick smiled cheekily and walked off to the stairs.

I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes. The couch. Some gentleman. I took off my shoes and adjusted the pillows. When I laid down I noticed a pad of paper and a pen on the coffee table. I turned on the lamp and started to think of some ideas. I don't have to get up early so I might as well start writing a story.

I woke up with a horrible headache. The pad of paper had slithered down a space between the couch cushion. I groaned as I went to the kitchen in search for a glass of water. As I was looking for a glass, I noticed a note on the counter .

Margaret

Missy will take you around today. Since you forgot your clothing, she will take you to buy some. You will also go out to try on wedding dresses. I shall pick you up from my home on Saturday afternoon for the wedding. Please be ready.
Mick

Oh my . Buying new clothes. A wedding dress? This is all too much. I continued to search the cabinets for a glass and couldn't seem to find where he keeps the damn glasses. " I just want a cup!" I shouted. I went to reach for the top cabinet when I heard a door open. I jolted back and my heart sped up. " Hello?" I echoed . There was no response. I went to grab a knife but couldn't find one of those either. " For the love of god I just need a knife!" I whispered anxiously . Then I heard a woman's voice. I leaped with fear. " AHHH!" I screamed.

" Margaret?" The woman spoke." It's Missy. I'm here to show you around London."

I let out a heavy sigh of relief. " Thank goodness. I thought some crazed fan had made their way in to kill me." I nervously laughed as I made my way to shake her hand." Nice to meet you." I said.

" Nice to meet you as well. Now shall we fix you up a bit so we can head out to the shops?" Missy said.

I looked at myself in the reflection of the television and saw I was practically in shambles. " Oh dear."

" Come with me ma'am, I can fix you up." Missy led me to the bathroom and cleaned up my hair and reapplied my makeup.

We visited many stores . All of the clothing was so expensive but it just didn't seem to stop us. After weaving in and out of the many shops on the strip, we came across a wedding dress store. I looked in the window and saw the most angelic dress I had ever seen. The trimming on the bottom had white lace and the chest was trimmed in shimmering white ribbon. It was absolutely divine. I walked in and went straight up to the store manager to bring me the dress to try on. " Excuse me, ma'am ?" I tapped the woman lightly." I'm here to get a wedding dress."

The woman huffed." You don't say. Most people come in here to get t-shirts!" The woman's wittiness was aggravating.

" Yes well, I want the one in the window." I said pointing at the glass case behind me.

Her eyes widened." The one in the window." She let out a sigh of disappointment. " Sadly, we only sell that dress to, well, not people like you." She said condescendingly as she scanned my outfit .

Missy noticed my infuriation and stepped in." Ah, excuse me. " She whispered to the horrifyingly pompous woman. " This woman is Margaret Falpin." She paused waiting for the woman to understand." She's marrying Mick Jagger."

The woman chuckled with vanity." Oh I bet! And I'm engaged to Elvis Presley."

Missy turned towards me and patted my back." Margaret, I'm sure there are other dresses better than these in another store."

I felt my face turning red. " No dammit!" I shouted . The people in the store all looked at me. " I came here to buy a wedding dress! I want that one! And you are refusing service to me! I haven't even done anything! " I reached in my purse and pulled out a wad of 100 dollar bills and showed the woman. She cleared her throat and fidgeted in her ugly pink suit. " Now give me that dress." I whispered.

We walked out of the store laughing wildly . " Did you see her?" Missy shouted. " I've never done anything like that in my life!"

" Well. When you live in New York, you are really impatient with stuck up bitches like that." I said pressing my index finger to the tip of my nose tilting it upwards ." I look just like her don't I ?" I said laughing.

Missy and I went to lunch at Pialo's Patio. It was a petite restaurant with little cases full of pink roses, my favorite , in them. I want pink roses for my wedding. They are so beautiful and smell so sweet . I just adore them. " Say Missy, do ya think I could get sassy pants to order pink roses for the wedding?" I said feeling the velvety petals.

Missy sat there in confusion." Sassy pants?" She laughed.

" Mick. He is such a pain in the ass. So bossy and -." I stopped realizing what I was saying. I'm supposed to be marrying him. She doesn't know of the plan. " And , ha-yet I adore him." I anxiously laughed . Missy laughed in return. " How did he find someone like you? Like he has to make sure he doesn't hire some wacko fan."

Missy played with her straw and hesitated to respond . " Well, I mean when you have an ex-girlfriend in need of a job, I guess things work out."

She was his ex-girlfriend? That's odd. I can't believe he would be comfortable hiring her. " You dated him?"

" Yes. He was 17, I was 15 when we first met. We dated up until he got so caught up with music and things like that. Then he just stopped talking to me. I assumed it was over so I just went to his house to tell him we were over and he had a woman there. I about died. I was so humiliated and upset. And-you know what? I shouldn't even be telling you this!" She shook her head and laid it in her hands.

" Oh no, I'm so sorry." I said. I felt so horrible for her. He really is an ass. Luckily I'm not serious with him.

" I just don't want to ruin your marriage! " She said with tears streaming down her rosy cheeks .

" Oh no! Missy, you aren't going to ruin our marriage. He isn't like that anymore . " I could be lying to her right now. I have no idea if he still does that or not. " Just don't be afraid to tell me things. We are friends." I smiled.

" Good. I'm glad we can be friends." She smiled while sniffling the rest of the tears.

We finished our lunch and it started to pour. The rest of our tour of London was put on hiatus until the thunderstorm ended.

Missy dropped me off at the house. " Thank you for this wonderful day!" I said.

" No problem! Oh, by the way, Mick wanted me to let you know that he took care of your job for you." She said smiling.

My job. I totally forgot. Oh no. What did he tell them? What about Laura? Ugh. I can't say anything. I mean Laura is a sweet girl, but she will talk and word of the deal will get around. I can't risk it.

I went inside and sat on the seat by the window and wrote more on the notepad. I watched the raindrops race down the glass and felt relaxed . I have not felt that in a long time. If my life could be like this everyday, I will not have a problem.