More Like Her: A Tale of A Fading Yet Growing Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7: Not Ready

Chapter 7: Not Ready

Okay, well maybe it fazed me a tiny bit. Seeing as how I was last minute in this wedding, I had a lot to really pick up. Not that I really planned to do my best work. Lissa was having a hard time as well with the complicated dance Tasha insisted her bridesmaids do. So as I stood among Lissa, Tasha, and 8 other bridesmaids (including the Belikov sisters)  listening to an instructor who seemed to be fed up with Tasha’s long list of requests, I day dreamed. Yeva had got my head to thinking and the worst part was just when I thought I had everything figured out it all seemed to change. I was quickly brought out of my day dream by Tasha’s shrill shriek of horror. I turned my head to notice that she had her phone plastered to her ear and she seemed to be on the verge of tears. Which made everyone in the room very, very nervous for what was about to come. Although lucky for us, none of us were on the receiving end of her anger as she flung her phone across the room and stomped out the door. The phone hit the dance studios mirror. I was momentarily surprised to see the phone was still in one piece. The room was rather quiet and I could hear Lissa contemplating running after Tasha. Fortunately she decided to not face the angry bride. The other women in the room (who were all Moroi except the Belikovs) seemed to sigh in relief as they each slowly escaped from the room. Even the instructor looked happy to be leaving already. I was left with Lissa who was still slightly confused. Tasha’s phone rang from it’s perch on the floor. I made my way begrudgingly to the phone and did not even read the caller ID as I pressed it to me ear. I didn’t even get a chance to answer before a deep panicked voice started speaking urgently, “ Tasha! Marshmallow please listen to me! I want to be here for you. Please don’t do this to me. I just can’t take it.” I rolled my eyes before answering, “ She’s not here Dimitri.”

There was a moment of silence before the voice spoke once more, “ Dimitri? Who’s this?”

It took me a few second before I pulled the phone away to read the caller ID. It was an unknown caller. The voice on the other line kept talking but I quickly hung up. If that wasn’t Dimitri...then who would be calling Tasha marshmallow? Then Yeva’s words and the phone call all fit together.

Lissa seemed to notice how I was stunned speechless.

“What’s wrong Rose?” She asked taking a few hesitant steps towards me. I was being stupid. Tasha would not cheat on Dimitri. So I gave Lissa a quick smile, “ Just Dimitri looking for Tasha.”

Lissa seemed to be antsy to leave so she just smiled, “ Figures.” I read her thoughts. She wanted to be with Christian. So I told her to go. She didn’t stop before she rushed away. Her thoughts buzzed with longing and I sighed. Lissa was just too wrapped up in her own life right now. I pocketed Tasha’s cell phone and turned to exit the small dance studio. I was pretty worn out after my day of exercise and dance lessons but I decided this feeling was a good thing. It replaced that empty feeling I had felt for so long. It made me feel like I was really going to be okay. Because I was.

The more I walked around Court, the more I day dreamed. This place seemed like a completely different place than the one it had been a year ago. It seemed oddly like a stranger. I didn’t ponder that thought too much. I was too curious about a place I had been to only a few times before. It was quite hidden away, however it was worth walking around for thirty minutes. The small shop was located almost in a dark alley of Court. It was always my impression that it’s location was supposed to be that way.

The small shop that belonged to Ambrose’s, a known feeder of the Queen, aunt Rhonda. I had been here before. Rhonda had once predicted that Dimitri would lose something he valued the most. At the time I had been selfish to think it was me, but in the end it had been his soul. Lucky for him, I had helped in giving him back his precious life. I was still paying the price for that act. As I walked in the strong scent of incense met my nose and I felt like my nostrils were going to burn off. The beaded curtain that covered the doorway behind the cash register clinked together as Rhonda stepped out from behind it. She did not seem too surprised to see me. She tsked her tongue before lowering her glasses down the bridge of her nose.