Fairy Godmother for Hire

Wedding Colors

Wedding Colors {{13}}

When I look up at tall, dark, and creepy my eyes widen.

"Vincent, have a seat." My mother gushes.

I turn back around and look in the corner of my eye to see the only available seat is next to me. With the table seating 11, next to me is the only open place.

Leo is to my right, my brother sits across from me and now Vincent joins us on my left.

"Hello everyone." He hangs his scarf and jacket up and sits next to me. He swings his arm around the back of my chair and I scoot closer to the table so his arm will fall off the back.

"This all looks lovely." He charms my mother.

"Thank you," she blushes. "Dig in." We all grab our silverware and eat.

Throughout dinner Vincent's hand finds it way to my thigh on more than three occasions.

At the moment I cut my turkey and rub it in my mashed potatoes. My mother likes to go traditional, but also very non-traditional on Christmas.

Next to the turkey and ham is fish eye soup. At the far end near my father is some sort of pastry that has nose hairs or maybe finger nail clippings. It's from my parents generation. I don't even know how old they really are. Older than me obviously.

Vincent's hand creeps up my dress. I slowly grab my fork and pull it under the table. When he grabs his wine glass I stab his hand. He shrieks and chokes on the beverage. Then spitting the wine all over the person in front of him. Who happens to be my mother. She screams and stands up.

Myself, my nieces, and nephews laugh our heads off. My father just smirks but tries to cover it by handing her a napkin. She flies upstairs to change.

I love family get togethers.

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"But why do you need so many players?" My brother asks Leo. For the past 15 minutes my brother, sister-in-law, and father have been asking Leo questions about being a human.

It's quite entertaining. My mother has changed and Vincent's ego has been torn.

What a shame.

Since believing that Leo and I aren't dating my father has warmed up to him. They already have inside jokes.

It's sickening.

Why must my family love everyone who isn't me? I'll never understand this.

"You have a lot of guys for different positions." Leo tries to explain.

"Well why do they wear so much padding?" Esmeralda asks.

"Have you seen the guys who play it? They could easily kill you if you weren't wearing protection-" I block out the boring sports conversation and turn to my dad who is saying my name.

"So kiddo how's school?" My dad asks me as Leo and Derrick chat.

"School?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yes," he nods.

"Dad, I'm not in school." I clarify.

"Yes, you are. Then why am I sending you money?" He asks me.

"You are?" He gives me a look. "Dad, I haven't been in school since King Charles II was on the thrown."

"I've been giving your mother checks to send to you." He looks at my mom who's talking with Vincent.

I lean closer to my dad and whisper, "Dad, I have a feeling those checks are hanging up in mom's closet."