SHE wasn't completely sure how she'd gotten herself into this situation. Her father's soon-to-be wife was crying only her lap. Not to mention, most of the bridal consultants thought they were sisters, not mother and daughter.
Alice patted her back awkwardly. Comforting was never her strong suit. She had to admit, even when Victoria cried, she was beautiful. Shit, fuck. How do you comfort people? Alice frantically searched for something, anything to say.
“Hey, everything's going to be alright.” She cringed herself out. She looked around the shop, the other employees turning away when they saw her cry for help. “Who cares about your parents anyway, right.”
She looked up at her, hands hovering Over her face; Black Mascara streaking down her face. She began to cry more. Heh Heh. She was beginning To sweat now.
“Hey, don't let things Ruin your day. This is your day. You're going to be the most beautiful bride in this shop.” Expensive shop, did she mention that. Was it working? Alice thought it was working. She cleared her throat. “Right, we can't just let this spoil our… bonding Time.” Alicr tried to hold in the shiver.
Victoria sniffled. “You're, you're right.” She looked at her with those way Too-blue eyes - you know, the ones that seem blinding To look at. “Oh, Alice you're Right.”
Alice was about to stand up, glad she got Victoria to quit crying. Instead, the blonde girl wrapped her arms around her and began crying… tears of joy- she hoped.
“Oh, Alice, I'm so sorry. I just can't believe how selfish I've been. I really shouldn't dwell on things when life is so beautiful. Especially these dresses.” Alice kind of felt bad for all her negative emotions towards her. She was so innocent and maybe A little crazy.
“No, no, it's fine.” Alice's whole body was tense at the embrace. So she patted her back, as if trying to notify Victoria to let go. But she didn't. “Come On, let's look at these dresses,” Alice Said, and her attempt worked.
“Yes, let's do that!” She squealed and jumped up. “Ooh, Alice What Do you think of this one?”
This felt.. good. She didn't like that though. She shouldn't be helping her Fathers new play thing find a dress, excited like a young child. This was wrong - a betrayal to her mother. She should be trying to figure out what really happened to her mother, the evidence that they all needed. The evidence that told them it wasn't a suicide.
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The Thieves Of Our Time
Romance[a story of crime and the grief that caused it] Alice is rich, and her father has made sure of that. After a horrible fight with him, though, she drives away to her safe spot - an abandoned building on the questionable side of town. There, Alice ne...
