"Beautiful."
I twirled toward Annabelle and Amelia, the white wedding gown sweeping the marbled floor. I turned toward the mirror, the sheer beauty of the dress leaving me lost for words. It was a traditional white, lacy dress. The top was a half-sleeve embroidered in lace, while the bottom flowed out. I turned sideways, falling more in love with the beautiful gown.
"This is the dress," Amelia said smiling widely.
"This is totally the dress," Annabelle agreed with a squeal.
"I want it," I said breathlessly.
Soon after, we took some pictures, ordered the dress, and was on our way to lunch. We've been dress shopping for the last four hours and, finally, there was a dress I didn't feel ridiculous in. Annabelle and Amelia were more than happy to tag along and guide me on picking a dress. They were my support team and the two best people in this department.
"Elijah will cry like a baby when he sees you," Annabelle said forking salad in her mouth.
"He may not be able to wait until the honeymoon, either," Amelia said with a smirk.
"Cut it out," I said blushing. The two women laughed, and I could do nothing but smile. They just met today and hit it off instantly, because they were so alike.
"Your sisters are supposed to fly down, right? The wedding is in a week and we need them fitted for their bridesmaid's gowns," Amelia said with a sour frown.
"Constance will be here tomorrow, and Freya will be flying down the day after. I'm not sure when Langston is coming, since he never called back or replied to my texts," I sighed exasperatedly.
My siblings, to put it nicely, were a major pain in the ass.
My older sister Constantine had a family of her own, so I was always lenient on her not helping financially. However, in the seven years that she's been married and moved out, not once has she visited our mother.
My older brother, Langston, was in the Army now. As of now, he's stationed in Georgia. He's the only boy, so my mother doted on him a lot as a child. He was the biggest mama's boy, who would call her every day. Yet he refused to help in her medical costs, though he made a six-figure salary.
Lastly, my youngest sister Freya was the baby of the family. Daddy doted on her and, when he died, it affected her so much that she rebelled. As a teenager, she snuck out constantly and would often come home plastered. Mom never knew because I always made sure she snuck back in. She was selfish, irresponsible and a user. She was honestly my least favorite and, if not for my mother, she would never come near my wedding.
"Sounds like them," Amelia mumbled. Amelia absolutely hated Freya, and tolerated Constantine. She loved Langston like a little brother, though he has had a crush on her since he was a child.
"Be nice when they come, especially Freya. I don't need you guys brawling it out," I said pointedly.
"Okay, you guys can't leave me out of this. What's the tea?" Anna asked looking between us.
"Her baby sister is an annoying, pretentious princess," Amelia said scornfully. "Her older sister Constantine seems to be too preoccupied with her whore of a husband to even call her mother. And her brother is the sweetest boy to grace this Earth."
"Damn," Anna said with a raise of her eyebrow.
"You'll meet them soon enough," I said taking a sip of my tea.
God, this will be a terrible family reunion.
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"Baby sis!"
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