Mafia Daughter

Chapter 9: Bride's Choice

 "Take us to Bella's Bride Choice," Mrs. Peep calls to the driver then she turns to smile at us.

"So are you both in love yet," she asks and I snort. "Jacob is alright," I say and Clover glares at me.

Mrs. Peep gives me a worried look then she turns her attention to Clover. "What about you," she asks Clover.

"Sam is perfect! I mean at first I thought I wouldn't like him but he's grown on me," Clover says as perky as ever.

I gap at her. "So have you both decided on your bride's maids and maid of honor," Mrs. Peep asks and turns her attention back to me.

"I-I... I'm sorry. I haven't really thought of it," I stutter.

To be honest I haven't even thought about planning the wedding or telling my friends. I'm only seventeen my birthday isn't for six months. I still have school and collage that I want to go to.

"Well I can help you dear," Mrs. Peep offers and I snap out of my trace. "I would love for you to help," I lie and force a smile. She smiles back with delight and then turns over to Clover.

"Clover," she says and my sister smiles at her. "I know who I want and what I want," Clover says with a sharp glance to me.

"Oh we are here," Mrs. Peep announces just as well pull up to a tall white building with two white dresses in the window. None of them catch my eye. Mrs. Peep climbs out first.

"Aren't you excited we get to pick out our dresses," Clover raves and hurries after Mrs. Peep.

"No. I am not," I grumble then I notice a familiar face.

It's Wesley!

He smiles to me and walks over to me. He is dressed in a black t-shirt which shows off his muscles and black jeans as well with brown hiker boots.

"Pleasure to see you again," he smiles when he reaches me. I glare at him.

"You lied to me," I accuse him and his grin begins to widen.

"I have not lied ma'am," he teases and I slap his arm. "Yes you did," I snap and he chuckles.

"About what, may I ask?"

"About... about where you worked," I say and his face drops but he quickly plasters a grin.

"I never said I worked there. You only assumed," he chuckles "but my Father was---," I began but he put a finger to my lips to silence me.

"Your Father was giving me orders and I didn't want to hurt the poor man's feelings,"  he explains. "You wouldn't have hurt his feelings just made him feel embarrassed," I reason.

"I suppose I should ask you if you are alright but I don't have tissue for you to throw at me this time," he teases again.

"I am not sorry," I say and cross my arms. "Then I guess I won't be sorry for this," he shrugs then he pushes me.

I stumble and fall into a fountain I didn't see when I got out of the limo. It's cold water makes me squeal as I plunge into the fountain and he begins to laugh so hard that he is bending over.

"You jerk," I shout and try to get out but only keep slipping. "Need help," he asks reaching out his hand but I recoil from it. "Not from you," I snap and he chuckles again.

Then he looks to the store and his eyes show distress. "Well I guess I'll see you around beauty try to stay out of the water," he jokes then he jogs off.