Kitsune: Bride Of The Nine Tailed Fox- Book 1

Chapter 4

Even though we're both adults mother loves treating us as though we're still four and need her on our every call.

Mother hates to be the last for anything so when she's the last to hear about the sudden wedding changes from her favorite, she has no problem giving me the ear about it.

"What do you mean she's eloping! Who said she could do dat' huh!?" She screams on the phone and at that moment I hate margo.

"Mommy I don't know! You'll have to ask her" I whine as I want painfully for this conversation to end.

"Your sista' is being selfish! Did you have something to do with this Chicorie June!?"

I hate when she does that.

"No mom it's just as a surprise to me as it is to you so calm down and please don't use my name like that."

She began speaking in mandarin and I lightly set the phone down and get dressed out of my night clothes and grab breakfast. The only times she speaks in mandarin is when she's flustered or with family. At a young age mother taught us to be trilingual between korean, American and Chinese. Since our dad was korean and she was Chinese. I only know a little korean but am fluent in the other two. Since margo is older she lived in south Korea at the age of seventeen while I stayed back home in China the rest of my life until I turned nineteen to join her. Mom isn't horrible at english but It could use a little help. While I was learning I taught her along with me. But we're both stubborn and she gets frustrating easily.

After I grab a handful of chips and pizza I finally rejoin her on the phone.

"Where did you go!" I roll my eye as I cross my legs and take a bite of pizza.

"Ugh to the bathroom mommy calm down." I say my cheek full of the cheesy goodness.

"Talk her out of it now!" Mother demands.

"Mom margo is twenty-eight years old, I can't tell her how to get married mom." I protest and I could hear her annoyance. She hung up the phone and I was honestly glad to hang up as well. I sigh and grab the book on my nightstand followed by the dress book margo gave me.

The book I was reading was about a girl living in the 1800s. She was a pretty girl as far as a book description goes. She ends up meeting a man and finds out that he's a vampire, of course. But the book itself was interesting though. The vampire was so close and yet she never noticed until it was too late. The description of these events were horrible as it seems they have no chemistry at all and in a way it was terrifying. Who could love someone so heartless and still remain a whole person themselves. I shivered at the thought as I read through the chapters. I was really dreading the dress book laying under me as I try to focus my energies else where. But eventually always glancing right back at it. I finally build the courage and toss through its pages. I began to tear up, this was my sisters big day, the one we planned as children. And the dresses were beautiful. I couldn't make her change. She was happy.

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Because it was weeks before the wedding we decided to plan a Bachelorette party with Lorali Lunix Margs friend that was a big designer for the stars and louise Blotchelle and Ruby Stone. All big time people in the industry. The party was going to be held at a luxurious five star hotel with a night life secret nobody knew about, only if you were in the 'know.' On the night we were told to wear our best 'onsen' outfit which is her slang for hot I suppose but comparing me to a Japanese hot spring is something I don't find very attractive. But I still tried my best and put on something sparkling and something red. Because I was the one not getting married they wanted to snatch me a hot date but I drank so much over the limit that if I did find someone then they'd find me more of a limp noodle than an actual breathing being. However I wised about me enough to meet a nice solider just returning home which was nice but after about twenty minutes of me blabbing nonsense I must've scared him because he retreated to the restroom.

"Wheeerres the grooooom huh? Does this cramp his styyle?? Hum??" I tossed my hair back away from my face as I rest my head on margos shoulders.

"Not here," she whispered soothingly.
"He really didn't want me going in the first place." She continued and ending it there. When she did this that meant leave it alone. But I couldn't, who didn't want a party? It's tradition?