Zoe's P.O.V.
The night before the wedding, I had almost everything prepared. My friend Kylie was over, helping me with the cake, since she hoped to someday be a baker.
"Kylie, that looks awesome!" I exclaimed when she had finished decorating it. It was a three layer cake, covered in black icing. She had made small broken heart and scull designs in white icing, and had added small black sugar roses to the top. I walked to the courtyard where the wedding would be held (I had wanted to hold it in a graveyard, but Danny said that it was a little extreme) and began the decorations. I draped a black slightly transparent sheet of fabric over the pavilion, and tried to make the rest of the cortyard as dark as possible. When I was satisfied with my work, I went to my room to see how my friend Cameron had done on the dresses. As I pulled them from the closet, I smiled. The bridesmaid dresses were black lace with red trimming, the flower girl dress was dark red lace, and the bride's dress was solid black. Just as I had started to think that I had done everything, I remembered the flowers.
"Shit! I forgot the roses!" I muttered as I slapped myself. I quickly looked online for florist shops within ten miles, and found one only eight miles away. "DANNY!!" I yelled, "CAN YOU DRIVE ME TO BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS FLOWER SHOP!? I FORGOT THE FLOWERS!"
"YEA I'LL BE RIGHT DOWN!" he called. A few minutes later, I heard him running down the stairs. "How could you forget the flowers?" he asked.
"Well I've had alot on my mind," I replied, annoyed. He rolled his eyes at me, and we climbed into the car. For most of the drive, I just stared out the window, thinking about Mom and Creepy Bill (that was what I called him now. I even convinced the minister to say it it the vows). I knew for sure that Creepy Bill's life would get alot more painful. But the thing that was bothering me the most wasn't the fact that Creepy Bill was marrying my mom, but WHY he wanted to. I mean, he had never actually shown any interest in her until less than a month ago. In fact, he had hated us before that. I was starting to wonder of this was something a bit more complex than some creepy guy blackmailing my mom for marrage... We had reached Beautiful Blooms, and Danny and I hopped out of the car. When we walked in, we were instantly overwhelmed by all of the flowers. The store was HUGE. There were about a million boquets. We walked over to a woman that worked there, and asked about roses. She pointed us towards a large selection of roses, with every colour from red to black to blue. I didn't even know that bue roses even existed. We walked over to the black roses. I went through each individual rose (and there were HUNDREDS), touching each of the thorns and only picking out the sharpest. After about an hour, Danny and I each had our arms full of razor-sharp roses (which probably wasn't the best idea, considering the thorns, which were anywhere from 1/4 of an inch to an inch long, were digging into our bare skin, and it was quite painful). We brought them to the cashier, who bundled them into about 20 boquets. We took the boquets to the car, where we dumped them into the trunk, and hopped in, with me ever dreading the next day.
