Love me, love me not(EDITING)

Chapter 15

         It's been a week. This morning is the morning of Connor and Courtney's wedding. Hope's idea was simply, not as brilliant as I hoped, but it was brilliant. Hope was helping Courtney get her final touches down. I hung out at the side of the house. They were getting married at Courtney's parent's house since they had a lot of land.
    I look up at the fourth floor, seeing Connor, tie his tie, looking out the window. Does even truly love her?  Hope texted me, telling me to come up to the fourth floor. I rush past all the people carrying flowers, and all the other caterers. And I saw the bridesmaids getting ready to walk down the isle. Gotta hurry.
   I run up the stairs, following Hope's voice. The middle was completely empty, a chandelier in the center of the ceiling. The rooms were on the sides. It was really a beautiful house.
   The bridesmaids wore sky blue, foot length dresses with yellow flowers in their waved hair. The color combinations are sky blue, yellow, and an accent of silver. Cute.
I went into the doorway of the room they were in. Seeing Courtney stare at herself, in her big, poofy, princess wedding dress on. Her hair in a low side bun, a few pieces of her hair sticking out that were curled. Her hair and makeup were on point, but her dress was just ugly.

   I glance at myself in the three-part mirror. A red dress that had a v-neckline, hugging my waist, and then falls, with red stilettos. My hair waved, red matte lipstick popping out, long eyelashes letting my brown eyes sparkle. I have to admit, I looked better than the actually bride herself, but Hope told me that was the point. It's why she picked it.

      "What are you doing up here?" Courtney hissed, turning around to look at me.
    I silently close the door. Hope knocked Courtney off the wooden platinum.
   "We know you're not pregnant", I cross my arms.
   She laughs, "Is this what this is about? You think I'm not pregnant?"
  Hope nods, "Yea, basically."
"There's no way you can be that big in just 15 weeks", I raise my perfectly done eyebrow.
   "Maybe because my baby is going to go big just like his father's dic-"
  Hope cut her off, "Okay. Ew. That's my brother you're  talking about."
  I roll my eyes, "There's no way."
     That was the most stupidest thing to say.
   "Sweetheart, trust me", she growled, "He hasn't worn protection many times and now I am pregnant."
  Hope tossed me duct tape. While I ripped off a piece, Hope pushed Courtney into a wooden chair that was by the window. I put a huge piece of tape over her mouth. After, Hope grabs her hands, palm against palm, while I wrapped the tape multiple times around wrists.
  Hope laughs as she tied Courtney's huge dress down. It was actually pretty funny. As I tied her legs to the chair legs, Hope stood up. Courtney was screaming through the tape, just not loud enough.
   "Hand me another piece of tape", she throws her hair up in a ponytail.
   I tear her off another piece of tape and she slapped it over the piece of tape on Courtney's mouth. Courtney's face started to get red. Her demon eyes followed me as I stood up.
  "Look what I found earlier", Hope opens the closet door in front of us, revealing those fake plastic baby bumps she had in hiding for the next few months. Courtney screams even louder.              Hope rips off her tape, "Care to explain?"                                                                                                                       "Mom lied to her first husband to make him stay", she says out of breath.                                       I felt her stomach, it was very, very realistic. "Hope.."                                                                                                Hope came over and felt her stomach. Which was kind of awkward. Yet wasn't, we were proving our thought.