W.I.P
(AN I do not have any clue about ancient Egyptian royalty weddings so I am just going to make it up I am sorry if this offender's anyone and if you know more about this please feel free to tell me so I can correct it :))
Rosie Smith POV:
Sadie is one of my closest friends, and let me tell you, she's an enigmatic puzzle crafted from pure confidence. The moment she steps onto the school grounds, she feels like a breath of fresh air in a sea of sameness. While most kids shuffle in either hurriedly on foot or crammed together on a worn-out bus, Sadie glides into view, emerging gracefully from a sleek, high-end car that sparkles under the soft morning sun. Its metallic paint glimmers like liquid silver, the alluring curves reflecting sunlight in dazzling patterns that capture the attention of everyone nearby. The extraordinary part? The car doesn't zoom off after dropping her at the entrance; instead, it remains poised and silent, patiently waiting to whisk her away at day's end.Curiosity got the better of me one day, and I ventured to ask her about it. She shot me a mischievous grin—a teasing smile that hinted at secrets I probably wasn't ready to uncover. "I have a driver," she replied with a casual flip of her hair, as if it were the most ordinary part of her morning ritual.As I stride toward the entrance, my heart lifts at the sight of her infectious personality shining through. I wave enthusiastically, eager to capture her attention."Hey, Sadie!" I call out, my voice bubbling over with excitement."Hey, Rosie!" she replies, her tone bright and welcoming, instantly lifting my spirits like a warm ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds.As she approaches, I can't help but admire her unique ensemble—a carefully curated blend of styles that somehow meld together to create a striking look. Classic denim jeans hug her figure perfectly, while a bold graphic T-shirt expresses her edgy, artistic spirit. Over it all, she sports a snazzy leather jacket that exudes an air of confidence, adding an extra layer of cool to her appearance. The rugged lace-up boots she wears click against the pavement, punctuating her entrance with an undeniable authority. Yet, what captures my attention most is the glistening ring on her left hand; it sparkles brilliantly, reminiscent of the first star appearing just as twilight settles, casting an enchanting allure."Sadie, what's that ring on your finger?" I ask, curiosity fizzing within me like a fizzy drink, my mind racing with intriguing possibilities."Oh, I'm engaged," she responds nonchalantly, her calm demeanor striking me like a jolt of electricity.For a moment, I'm left speechless as a storm of questions floods my mind, each one clamoring for attention. "Number one, HOW ARE YOU 14???? Number two, WHO ARE YOU ENGAGED TO???? And number three, HOW DID YOUR PARENTS LET YOU????"To my astonishment, she answers with a cool, matter-of-fact tone, as if we're discussing the weather rather than a life-altering decision. "To address your questions: 1. Because I love my fiancés. 2. Walt and Anubis. 3. My parents are dead, so they can't really tell me what to do.""WHA—WHAT? How are you engaged to TWO PEOPLE????" I stammer, disbelief washing over me like an unexpected splash of cold water."Because I love them both," she states simply, as if it's the most natural sentiment in the world.Images rush through my mind, painting a surreal alternate universe where Carter, her brother, rests as Pharaoh of Egypt, teetering on the brink of godhood, while Sadie herself is on the cusp of ascending to goddess status. The sheer surrealness of her words sends my head spinning like a top.Deciding to let this bewildering news settle for the moment, I shake my head as if to clear it. "Okay, I'm going to pretend to understand how this works and move on. Come on, we're going to be late for class," I say, struggling to keep my composure amidst the whirlwind of revelations."Yeah, let's hop to it. Oh, and Rosie, I won't be here tomorrow or for the next month," Sadie adds suddenly, her tone shifting away from her usual playful vibe to something more serious and solemn."Why not?" I inquire, a growing sense of worry mingling with my curiosity."My brother's wedding," she replies, as if she's discussing a simple outing rather than a major life event that is bound to transform the dynamics of her existing world.I hesitate, grappling with the thrumming pulse of unanswered questions churning beneath the surface, but I can't resist the urge to press her further. "How old is your brother, exactly?""Carter is 16," she says, a proud gleam lighting up her eyes as she mentions him."And why is he getting married? And why will it take a whole month?" I ask, feeling completely overwhelmed by the avalanche of revelations unfolding before me. My brain struggles to keep pace with this astonishing new reality, but I can't help but hang on her every word, eager to uncover yet another layer of her extraordinary life.
