"No way..." I said staring down at the ring on Emily's finger.
"Yeah!" She squealed. I was really the only who saw the actual girly side to emily, she always has hated my mom, my dad she never got to know, and Carter... well... he is only 7.
"Who, when, where, why?" I stumbled across my words.
"His name is Sonny, he is 24 years old, an artist, he lov-" I cut her off.
"Sonny... Emily, really?"
"Yes really!" She said, I didn't really care. "He loves to dj and shit like that."
"An artist... oooooh like a painter?!" I asked hopeful.
"No, a music artist." Emily replied. Oh...
"How long have you known eachother?"
"18 years." My eyes widened. "Kindergarten through high school."
"Oh, right right."
"We also go to the same college. I'm graduating this year you know." She said matter-of-factly.
"I know." I stated.
"Are you coming to the graduation?"
"Yes, but it's not until April."
"I know, I just need to make sure you're coming to California that weekend."
"I am indeed. I just can't believe you're getting married! When is the date?" I asked taking her hands.
"Um." She bit her lip.
"Um... um um um, WHAT!" I yelled.
"January 3rd..."
"That's in 23 days!!"
"Good math sport.." She whined.
"It's December 11th!"
"Yes..." She nodded slowly. "When exactly did you develope this mental disabiltiy?"
I laid on the bed, she came over to me and laid down on my stomach. I outlined the star tattoos on her forehead. Emily is abslutely covered in tattoos, head to toe. She is beautiful though, she is actually a tattoo artist. I wish I had the courage to paint my skin like that... but I can only do it with a paintbrush before I get nervous, let alone a needle.
"When are we getting the dresses?" I asked.
"Well, I have a fitting tomorrow. So, will you come with me then?" She said.
"Of course I will! Who is the maid of honor?" I asked as I got up and started to put my clothes in the drawers, I was very hopeful she would ask me.
"I don't know." Emily said sarcastically. "Will you be my maid of honor Vada?"
"Yes! Yes yes yes!" I screamed. I ran over and hugged her.
She laughed. "Good. I have to take a shower. I have dinner reservations at Francois Devois new restaraunt downtown." I made an "oh" with my lips and smiled. Emily grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom.
"Emily Moore." I said out loud. It sounded good, but I couldn't believe my big sister was getting married. She was always saying how marriage was just an excuse to shit out money and it never really meant anything.
I looked at the clock, 1:30 p.m. I have about 6 and half hours until I have to go to Sam's. I got out my black bikini, put it on, grabbed a towel, and headed downstairs.
"Where are you off to?" Rebecca asked as I passed the kitchen. I was really hoping to be able to get to the pool without question, but that obviously can't happen.
