"𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥."
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𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 , a 26 year old fashion designer and the younger sister of the official bridezilla of the season. A young lady who left her homet...
𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 [ thursday.. june 21st...'2:32 PM' ] Alma Verde Tulum
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Symone latched her hands together, fidgeting with her fingers underneath the white clothes table. The sweating of her palms slowly clams but it's nothing like the shaking of her legs, knee bouncing like it's about to dislocate from her socket. Here she was, her legs shaking the table as she waited for her mother and sister to show for lunch.
Since yesterday that Saylor told her she wasn't welcomed along the trip to pick up their parents from the airport she figured letting them get settled the day that they landed and try lunch the following day.
She would've rather to do lunch with her mother but like always, Saylor invites herself to everything. But, she didn't want any bad blood when it came to Saylor walking down the aisle in less that then 24 hours so she decided this was a long overdue conversation.
Before she could look up, three people had walked infront of her and seated infront of her. Looking at her phone at the message, she felt people sitting down.
Z. - good luck with momma s.
Placing her phone down, not bothering to reply, she looked up and her eyes went wide once she saw her father sitting infront of her.
"Hi, pumpkin," His voice was soft, forgiving and hypnotizing. It had been twelve years since she saw her father sitting infront of her. Twelve years since he abruptly left and drilled a hole in fourteen year old Symones heart.
"Daddy.." Her eyes began to get blurry as it was an emotional moment because inside, all her hopes and wishes were for her to see her father again and really understand what happened. Now that he was here, it would be easier for her to have this conversation with her mother.
"I wasn't expecting you to invite us to lunch, Symone. Are you alright?" Her mother, Shanelle sat down after her father pulled the chair out for her. A concerned face all over her which snapped Symone back to the goal.
Let's get this shit over with. She thought to herself.
"Actually, Mama, no."
Her eyes quickly soften, "What's wrong, hon? I won't hesitate to help you settle the issue."
"I'm glad, Mom. Really. So, let's settle the issue, starting with you." Her eyes widen this time along with a gasp from her and Saylor while her father sits there. He knows how her mother is, which means for him to keep quiet and let Symone talk. "With me? What do you mean?"
"With you and Saylor, actually. But, I'm starting with you."
But before Symone could finish, the waiter comes by the table asking what everyone wanted to drink. Symone would love nothing more than to order a Tequila but she needed to stay sober so she steered toward a Sprite.
