I checked my phone for the third time that minute.
Still Nothing
I bit my lip.
I was meant to be at the hotel in five minutes. Dad must have forgotten.
Quickly punching his number into my phone, I felt myself becoming anxious as time ticked by.
"Hello?" a breathless voice answered.
"Uh Dad? Its Daisy, where are you?"
"Daisy, hello, uh, what do you mean, where am I?"
"I need you to take me to Mum's hotel...remember?"
"Oh goodness! The wedding's today isn't it? Damn, you'll have to catch a taxi, I'm uh sort of tied up right now.."
I heard a giggle in the background. Typical. Leaving me once again to go carering off with a lady friend.
"Kay, well see ya then"
"Bye"
He hung up.
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I thrust some cash at the driver.
"Thanks!" I called, leaping out and running into the polished foyer of the hotel. Dashing to the lift, I tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for it to come down. Lifts took so long!!!
I didn't know why I was even in such a rush. I didn't even want Mum to marry this 'Paul' she thought she was so deeply in love with. I had never even met him.
From what I understood about love, it sucked. Fall hard for someone, build memories together and then BAM , your heart is crushed, twisted and torn, and you can never heal the scars.
The lift finally arrived and I flew in, jabbing the button and closing the doors. They almost closed when an attractive, tall, blonde haired boy rushed forward thrusting his hand between them as he raced in.
"Hi" he panted.
"What level?" I asked sullenly.
He glanced at the lit up number 18, "Oh, you've already pressed it"
I looked at him, his hair was ruffled from the wind, his eyes shone and he wore a black suit with a white shirt that had a few buttons open at the top.
He looked back at me, obviously taking in my ripped jeans, black jacket, fake nose piercing and black lipstick.
I had this whole goth look going on since the breakup. Inside, I was still the girl who loved the violin, snowy coloured dresses and styling my hair in curls. I hid that.
Now that I thought about it, it was another thing I was unsure of, why did I still dress like this? Nick had cheated with Angela, the biatch, then dumped me 2 months ago
*DING
I walked out of the lift and along to room 17. My knuckles nervously rapped on the door and it swung open.
"Darling!!! Welcome!!" Mum's best friend, Meryl exclaimed. "and William! SO good to see you"
I spun around to see the boy standing behind me. What was HE doing here!?
My jaw dropped as I quickly spun around and walked into the room, my mind full of questions. What was going on here?
A smile spread across my face as I saw Mum run towards me in her sophisticated, peach coloured, pre-wedding dress. Hugging her tightly, I breathed in her scent. She smelt of her sweet perfume, warm, wintry baking and clean sheets, all mingled together.
