-Miranda's POV-
"No mother, I'm not going." I stated stomping my foot to the ground. I was not going to my fathers wedding, I refused. Not that I didn't like my father I loved him it's his fiance who I didn't care for. She was only using him for his money, a complete gold digger if you ask me. Yet my father claims he's found love, and he thinks that she loves him too. More like his wallet.
He doesn't know a bimbo when he see's one. As for my mother she was begging me to go. She thinks it would be a good idea if the both of us go and support him on his big day and the end of my inheritance. The moment he says I do and he can say good bye to his big house in London and his red Porsche in the garage.
No I haven't actually met her in person but it was one of the many things I could sense when my father talked about the wedding details that she made over Skype chat. I live in America with my single mother while my father lives it up in London.
My parents were never actually 'together' they were friends all through high school, college etc and at the age of 35 both single they wanted a child before they got too old so they experimented and here I am, eighteen years later. And they split expenses for me right down the middle. Mother pays for my clothes and books while my father pays for wants, airline tickets and educational purposes. When I was ten my father got a job in London. I keep in touch, phone call every week, and every other holiday including summer break.
"Please Miranda you have too! Your father will want you there!" She exclaimed. I crossed my arms and shook my head no. I was not in anyway going to support my father on the biggest mistake of his life.
"I don't care, I'm not going."
"Please. Not only does your father and I want you there but Vivian wants you there as well. She wants to meet her new step daughter." The word disgusted me. Step daughter. I was going to be her step daughter and she was gonna be the evil step mother. The worst part my father hadn't even told me he was engaged till a month ago. Over all the times I had gone and visited him he never brought her up once, and out of the blue here he is getting married.
Vivian, the name made me want to stick chains saws in my ear. "You're going, or else." She taunted me, crossing her arms as well and giving me her famous I'm-gonna-blackmail-you-until-I-get-my-way half smile.
"Or else what?"
"Or else your not getting your graduation present." She smirked, crossing her feet as well as she held her body up against the kitchen sink. All I had asked for my graduation present was a new potters wheel cause my old one she got me at a garage sale when I was fourteen broke last month and I hadn't been able to fill my orders in a while.
I'm an artist, or artist in progress. I love to paint, draw, do pottery and etc. It calmed me, it was soothing and kept me grounded. I took in a deep breath knowing I had to give in, I needed the potters wheel soon and I couldn't afford one myself. "Fine, but I'm not happy about this." I pouted turning my body towards the front door.
"You don't have to be!" I heard her chuckle from the kitchen. I marched outside and walked to the end of the driveway breathing in the fresh New England air. I looked down the street of the matching houses that rowed down the road. We lived in a community, it was pretty quiet which I liked. Not to noisy and not to quiet.
I looked across at my neighbors Mr and Mrs Evans and their five and seven year old daughters I watch on Tuesday nights. The blinds were closed to the house and lights were off telling me they weren't home. I checked the mailbox grabbing the mail. I walked back towards the house shuffling through the mail mostly medical stuff addressed to my mum.
I walked into the living room where I found her sitting on the couch watching reruns of Two and a Half Men. She laughed and when she laughed she snorted which could make anyone then laugh. I handed her the mail and she frowned. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"Nothing, go get ready for dinner. It'll be done in ten minutes."
"Alright." I ran upstairs to my bedroom and shut the door, and jumped on the bed. I grabbed my laptop under my bed and checked all of my social media. I noticed I had gotten a friend request from Vivian. Speaking of the devil... I thought. I denied, not that she would notice or anything.
I checked my phone and had one new message from my dad.
From: Dad
Your mother called, she said you're coming! I'm so happy :)
I wanted to say I was happy for him, I really did. I wanted to be happy of his decision but frankly, I wasn't. Growing up my friends always had their dad and mums who were married. As for me I had no way of explaining my family situation. I was a planned baby of two people who were no where in love with each other.
Romantic novels ruined it for me and every other person in the world. Fuck it. "Miranda, Dinner!"
I ran downstairs to the kitchen to see a pizza box on the table. I looked over at my mother to a grin on her face as she handed a plate to me. "Enjoy." and here I was thinking my mother was once preparing us a meal. Nope. "Mmm looks delicious!" I took a bite of it and let a small groan out of my mouth. "-mmm what's the secret?"
"Love."
"How corny." I laughed. I grabbed a napkin and wiped the corner of my mouth. I grabbed two Coke's from the fridge and followed behind my mother into the living room taking a seat on the recliner, and my mother on the love seat closest to me.
I loved these moments just spending them here with my mother. It was nice being the only child, having all of her attention. It got lonely sometimes when she was gone at her job as a news reporter. She was gone often too, so I stayed at home alone since I was fifteen and before my father left I spent time with my grand parents on my fathers side.
When I went over there they lectured me on getting married before kids and have them with someone you love and not making the mistake apparently my parents did. Luckily they finally got old enough that my father paid for their retirement down in Florida and only visit them once every few years with my father during the summer.
I know it would've been better if I was to live in London with my father, but me and my mother had a special attachment and my father didn't want to take that away from us. Sides he's on call at the office just as much or maybe more then my mother is.
I looked over at my mother and she was cracking up at a joke Charlie made. She started snorting so hard that it sounded like she was choking. I started laughing as well, and then it was just a laugh fest.
I cleaned up after the show taking both of our plates and putting them in the dish washer with the rest of the dirty dishes I have yet to clean. I walked back up to my room and got under my covers and turned on my T.V falling asleep early to the sound of David Swimmers voice on a rerun of Friends on Nick@Nite.
And that was that.
