With or Without You.

Part Two

I woke up and headed downstairs hair thrown up into a messy bun. The smell of bagels rolling through the air made my stomach tighten. "Morning Kiddo! What can I get you?" He said overly happy.

 "I'm not hungry." I say grabbing a glass of water and sipping it by the window. I had to admit the land was beautiful. Margret walks into the room make up and hair fully done, body shoved into a two sizes to small sundress boobs threatening to combust and a white cardigan. I glanced at the oven clock, that was too much work to put in for 6:45 am.

 "Good morning Harold" She said with an oversaturated sweetness in her voice as she kissed him leaving a gloss ring on his cheek, "Oh heavens me, let me get that!" she said whipping it. "Now let's see," she said looking at her Black Berry. "I have to run in wedding invitation this morning so they make it out on time and then you have to go get fitted for you dress at 8 o' clock Spencer." I had no desire to go but wasn't quite sure how to decline so I swallowed my objection with a tight nod. and headed up to my room. "Be back in twenty-three!" she yelled I looked at the clock. that would mean at 7:30. Why couldn't she just be normal and say that? I pulled on skinny light washed jeans, a crop-top and some grungy lace-up boots.

Sitting in the foyer I here a car pull up the driveway, I look down at my watch. 7:29. The door opens. 7:30, punctual-oh boy. "Are you ready dear?" Margret says. I nod grabbing my bag. "Are you sure you want to wear those shoes while trying on dresses?" I look down at my boots.

"What's wrong with my shoes?" She looked down at them judging so harshly I not only felt offended but sorry for the poor shoes.

"Nothing, Nothing let's go we can't be late." She said doing this obnoxious hand waving temple rubbing gesture. We pull into the parking lot at 7:57.

"Hello Mrs. Goldridge, or should I say Mason. Right on time!." beamed the short brunette lady behind the counter. Margret smiled with an overly accomplished smile. As if she got a kick out of being on time, weird.

 "Not quite, but not soon enough Elanor look at this rock!" I hadn't noticed till now but my mothers wedding ring was wrapped around Margret's skinny finger. my throat tightened up. I had to get out of there.

"Excuse me, Where is the restroom?" I forced out.

"Down that hall sweety, can't miss it" she said. I rushed down the hall and slammed the bathroom door behind me I bit my hand to hold in the scream as I slid down the door tear pouring out. Pulling myself together I wipe off the remainder of my eye make up and pull my hair up. 

"Are you alright dear?" Margret asks not even making eye contact as she studies the hideous yellow frock I assume then plan to squeeze me into. I don't bother answering her. "Put this on will you darling?" She says thrusting the beast in my direction. Caught in her own reflection she tidies her red gloss. I grab the dress without a word and disappear behind the curtain. Jesus, I looked like the hooker Halloween costume version of beauty and the beast. "Come on now Spencer we haven't got all day. Time is money dear." Margret said impatiently. I opened the curtain feeling overly exposed, Margret cleared her throat, "I guess we didn't account for such long legs." She said more as an inconvenience than a compliment. Elanor began invading my space with a measuring tape abruptly nearly causing me to loose my balance. "You'd think 17 years in those legs would teach you to stand on them." Margret said in a mock tease. I let out a sigh.