“... And the flowers! They have to be orange begonias and yellow cannas for the centrepiece, but not for my bouquet. For the bouquets, they have to be orange and red ixora flowers.” Carmen barked orders at me as I took down notes.
Although it’s the last thing I wanted, my dad made me the official wedding planner, because I “have a good eye for colours and fashion”.
“Do you know how hard it’s going to be to get 10,000 begonias, cannas, and 250 ixoras?! Your wedding is in a two days, and here I am, stressing out about flowers!” I screamed. She is the most demanding, selfish person I’ve ever met—and right behind her is my dad, making me do this stupid job in the first place.
Carmen sighed heavily. “I wish I had my old wedding planner.” She stated.
“I wish you did too. No wonder she quit on you.” I growled.
She gave me the evil eye. If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. Unfortunately, I have no such luck.
“Well, did you at least make the appointment for my last fitting?” she asked in an uppity manner.
I rubbed my temples. “Yes, your highness. It’s this evening at four. Your alterations are all ready.” I muttered the next part. “I hope you’re happy with the 9 million dollar dress my dad bought for you, you greedy bit-”
“What was that?” she cut me off.
“Nothing. I said nothing. I was just thinking out loud.”
She raised a brow at me. Then she sat down in front of her white makeup vanity furniture and looked in the mirror, fixing her hair and looking for wrinkles. “You know, Samantha-”
“It’s Sammi.”
She laughed humourlessly. “Samantha, if you didn’t disagree so much, maybe we could get along. After all, I am your new mummy. Sorry, babe.”
I felt my blood boil. “Don’t call me babe. You’re not my new mum. You never were and you never will be. I’ve tried getting along with you, but that’s like waiting for Pinocchio to become a real boy! It’s not going to happen; but don’t try pinning it on me. It’s your own fault.” I snapped.
She raised a brow and gave me a deadly glare. “I don’t ca-” she started, but I cut her off.
“Oh, I’m not done yet. For once, you’re going to sit down and listen to what I have to say.” I demanded at once. “You may be marrying my dad, but you better not try to use him for his money. He actually cares for you. Why? I have no idea. The point is, you better love him back just as much as he does you or else you’re going to have to deal with me. I know you don’t like me, but I honestly couldn’t give a crap. You just have to suck it up, and love my dad—not like—love.” I stressed. “And stop being such a whiny bitch. You’re not going to get everything you want. You’re marrying into my family, so you treat them with respect; especially my dad and sister. If you don’t like it, there’s the door. You’re welcome to leave at any time, and I can guarantee you that my dad will get over it eventually. Whether you like it or not, these are the rules... Babe.” I raised a brow, looking her dead in the eye.
She sat there, wordless... for once. Her mouth was hanging open, and I was waiting for her to say something, but nothing came out. She was speechless. Then, she cleared her throat. “I’m marrying your father, like it or not. He’ll give me anything I want, and I love him.”
“You only love him for his money.”
“He doesn’t have to know that.” She grinned evilly at me.
I drew in a sharp breath and slowly released it. “You’re going to be sorry you said that.” I said quietly. I turned on my heel, leaving the room, and leaving Carmen to wonder.
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Second Star to the Right
FanficAfter 19-year-old Sammi has a very heated hookup with pop-star, Louis Tomlinson, he starts having feelings for her and she really thinks nothing of it. But there's another problem, other than Sammi not liking Louis back, and that's that Sammi is Sim...
