-For the millionth time Krystel! I am telling you I want the pink roses for my wedding, not the red ones!
My sister was getting a little out of hands right now. God knows how future brides got very stressful about the smallest details. I would know: it's my job. I work as an assistant for Ms. Wellington, a very reputed wedding organizer in San Francisco. I would describe Ms. Wellington as the devil in person, only with an exaggerated amount of makeup and without the tail. I would not even be surprised if one day I saw two horns peeking through the impressive volume of her brownish grey hair. I took a deep breath and responded calmly:
-Listen Candy, I am really sorry. There must have been a mix up in the order. I clearly ordered pink. Like you asked me.
She looked at me suspiciously with her dark blue eyes, trying to figure out whether I was lying or not. My sister and I are very different personality wise. Candice is outgoing and overly confident. She makes a very powerful business woman. I am more shy and reserved. But I could not care less. I like my comfy room and writing or reading all night. Yep, that was my idea of an all-nighter. But, Candice and I, are very similar physically. We have the same big eyes and gold blonde hair. We look a lot alike, except Candice looks like an older version of me. I am 22 years old and she is 25.
-Do something about it! She screamed at me.
The truth is I really wanted the red roses so I took the liberty of ordering the red instead of pink. Besides, Candice will thank me later. Red is a classic. Pink roses sound more girly for a wedding. I know it's very childish, but this was my sister we were dealing with. I sarcastically retorted:
-What do you want me to do? Paint them in red, like Alice in freaking Wonderland?
A voice cold as ice came out of nowhere and answered me:
-That is an excellent idea Krystel. Why don't you get started now?
Oh crap.
-But Ms. Wellington, I don't think there is enough time. The wedding is this afternoon.
Her freakishly pale green eyes almost came out of their orbits. I swear, this woman reminds me of a snake.
-I said: Why don't you get started now? She repeated more firmly this time.
I let out a huge sigh of defeat and my sister took pity of me:
-Ms. Wellington, never mind the red roses. I actually like the color.
-Thank you. I silently mouthed to my sister looking with the clear desire to murder me.
-Are you sure, Miss Rosenfield?
-Yes. My sister and I answered simultaneously.
-Not you Krystel, the other Miss Rosenfield.
-Right... I answered embarrassed.
I quickly went back to my work making sure all of the roses were there and ready to be placed all around the beautiful dining room of the inn my sister and her fiancé rented for the event.
Candice is going to become Ms. Helgerson this afternoon. I still can't believe she is marrying that ass Bradley. This asshole does not deserve my incredibly smart and beautiful sister. Why you ask? Well first of all, he is a compulsive liar and second of all, a cheater. I don't have the living proof of him cheating, I simply assumed it. My best friend, Mallory Branco, thinks I have a very creative mind to think Bradley freaking Helgerson would cheat on his fiancée. I can feel it in my bones: he is hiding something... An affair probably. Bradley seems to be eyeing every cleavage he sees in the street. He even arrives sometimes after dinner with a ridiculous excuse. I mean I am not Sherlock Holmes or anything, but he looks suspicious to me. I don't like messing in my sister's business though. If she wants to marry the guy, she absolutely can. It just does not change the fact that I don't like Bradley Helgerson.
It was noon and I was back at my cozy little apartment to get ready for the wedding. I was a bride's maid, of course. We all had to wear an elegant, yet simple blue dress. The skirt reached my ankles and the back was open. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I really had to get going in five minutes.
I finished everything only an hour ago. I had to place the flowers, look over the menu with the chef, make sure every guess was on the list and call the waiters to make sure no one was late. I was under the orders of Ms. Wellington for three hours. I am so glad the preparation is finally over and to have the afternoon off.
I put my earrings on before taking my purse. I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time. We can do this Krystel. I then exited the door, determined to have a good time for once.
The wedding was a success. It is now 11 P.M. and I am taking some fresh air outside sitting on a bench in a very lovely garden. I always loved nature. I find it very relaxing and peaceful.
I wish Mallory was here with me. But, she is in Africa for the year as a volunteer to build wells. I really miss her. A year without your only friend and best friend is very lonely.
The sudden noise of unsteady foot steps behind me interrupted my thoughts. I turned around to see a not so sober Bradley. He smiled when he saw me.
-Krysteeeel! I was looking for you.
I stiffened when he approached with a distinct smell of alcohol.
-Where is Candice?
-Aaaaah... You know her. She is inside with her girls.
-Hum, right. Why don't you go see her, Bradley?
-But, I wanted to have a good time with my new sister-in-law!
As he said that, he sat next to me. I immediately stood up.
-Of course. But may I suggest that we head inside with everyone? I tried to give him my best fake smile.
I really did not want to stay here with drunk Bradley. Alone.
He looked at me, without reacting. So I carefully gave my hand to him like I would to a child:
-C'mon let's go inside.
He mischievously smiled and reached for it to pull me so I would seat on his lap. I did not know that's what he had in mind. I quickly stood up and rearranged my dress. I always knew Bradley Helgerson was a cheater, but I was not glad to be right either. I felt even more repulsion towards this man than I did before. He was leaving with Candice tomorrow in Hawaii for a week for their honeymoon. I hated this man since day one and I now had a very valid reason.
I quickly headed back to the dining room where there was now a dancefloor and blended with the crowd dancing, not wanting to be found by Bradley again.
