The Wrong Bride-to-Be

Chapter 4

The pianist was from Germany. He was well known world wide for the way he would compose, present, and perform his pieces. Charlotte always loved hearing his work, and since he was in the area, when Macy said he would be stopping by, she was delighted.

Johan Abelard, was coming. She thought it was just for a visit, her father had several people visit who where famous, so she wasn't surprised. However, when she learned it was gonna be for her sisters wedding, something ate away at her yet again.

She watched the two families introduce and enjoy each other, like she just wasn't there, wasn't around. That wasn't the part that ate at her though, seeing Jason hold Macy and be all lovey dovey with her, that is what ate away.

She didn't realize it in school, but after their fight and that way he treated her moving forward, something snapped. They had been so close to each other that she guessed she had developed feelings for him.

It felt worse when she would see Macy around him when it came to the Olympics, but she never thought that they would get married, especially with her standards, not to mention she went through boys in high school like crazy.

Another thing that ate away, was all these plans. They didn't seem Macy at all. She seemed like the girl who would have a more explosive kind of wedding where she was the spotlight, but this approach seemed very tame, and in Paris? She always talked about getting married in London when they where growing up.

She pushed that aside. 5 years is a long time, and anyone can change what they want. Turning around, she walked to the kitchen, she needed something, anything to change her mind.

Once she started hearing Johan playing, she broke. It was a beautiful piece, and than reality was really hitting her.

This was real, her stepsister was getting married to her former friend, who she cared deeply for. Racing upstairs, she closed her door and locked it, she didn't want to be anywhere near them at the moment. she grabbed her headphones and listened to some upbeat music, pulled out her sketchpad and started to draw and sketch.

After a while, she felt relaxed, not even noticing or hearing anyone pounding on her door. When the song started to change, that was when she heard it, and man did they sound angry.

Opening it, in came Macy, flustered and upset about something.  "I need your necklace for the wedding," She flat out said.

'Here we go, same as always' Charlotte thought. Throughout time, Macy had always declaired that the necklace was rightfully hers, as is everything apparently.

But Charlotte wouldn't ever give it up or take t off, so if she ever wanted to try and take it, it would never happen.

"Why? You know its mine," Charlotte said. She sat on her bed and placed her hand on her cheek, hoisting up her head and waiting for whatever excuse she had.

"Because you know it will make my day even more perfect. A necklace with the piece of the Eiffel Tower, on the brides neck, while she is getting married in Paris, oh its perfect. Now give it," she said.

Charlotte took a deep breath.

"And then I will never see it again. It's not yours Macy,"She said escorting her to the door. Once it was closed and locked, she went back to what she was doing, and Macy went to complain to her family who was now eating dinner.

"Can you believe it, she just ditched me, she wouldn't even let me borrow it for my special day," Macy said. She slumped in her chair, the rest of the family eating.

"Dear, don't you think its time to talk to her about the necklace? Your parents have passed, Macy should have it now," Shiela said. Macy looked towards her father, eyes begging. He just wanted to drop it, that necklace was way too much trouble, and he would never tell his family its true significance, or what would happen if he let Macy wear it.