Smirks & Glares [On Hold]

#4, SML

"I don't know what to do Sarah!" I throw my hands up sighing.

She nods her head engrossed in her book.

"I don't know how to go about it."

She simply nods again taking a sip of her tea.

"I don't know how I will do it."

She continues to read and nods again.

I glare and chuck my pillow at her.

She catches it swiftly without even glancing up and places it behind her back, resting against it. I stare at her mouth agape.

Wow! I am friends with a ninja!

She finally closes her book and keeps it aside. 

She raises an eyebrow at me, "I am not a ninja." She rolls her eyes.

I break my stare and close my mouth.

Okay, so my friend is not a ninja..

"I don't know-"

"Stop with your ' I don't knows' and give that sheet to me." She frowns and extends her hand.

I pass the sheet to her and she goes through it carefully.

After a while she lowers it and looks at me smirking, "well well, fate has its cruel ways!" She chuckles and I groan.

"This even defies the term 'cruel'. " I run my hands down my face.

"Chelsea Price's wedding. But I must say, I am more surprised that she actually is getting married." She says looking at the sheet again.

I huff and massage my temples.

Chelsea Price, my mortal enemy from high school. She was your typical popular girl, head cheerleader blah blah, it all started when I...wait, she 'accidentally' bumped into me causing her nail to chip. Her stupid nail to chip, and boom! Her saying the most famous line 'I will make your life hell!' Like, are you serious? But oh, she did try to make my high school hell, not that I let her get away with it without giving a tat-to-her-tit...but yes we do have a mutual dislike, in her case 'hate', for each other.

And now my awesome fate has led Isabelle Moreau to assign me her wedding.

Yay life!

"Who is she even marrying?" I ask.

"The son of some big business tycoon." She shakes her head and I roll my eyes.

"Well as to what she has mentioned here, she wants a fairy tale themed outdoor wedding, everything to be in pink and white." She reads.

"Are those the only details?" I ask groaning.

"Yes, says the rest will be given when you meet her." 

I fake sob and Sarah shakes her head. 

"Guess we'll have to see her pretty face once again in this life." I flop down on my bed.

"Yep, the pretty face who holds the key to your confirmed job." Sarah points out and I hit my face in the pillow again and again.

"Shuck. My. Life."

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We both stand before the huge mahogany doors of  the mansion where the devil lives. I ring the bell and step back waiting patiently. Sarah takes a loud slurp of her tea and I look at her with a 'seriously?' look. She shrugs and continues to slurp.