Donna 01

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I lay late in my bed staring at the ceiling with the sound of the ocean washing through my ears. I like that sound. My daughter's wedding is around the corner. I know that Sky will make her happy. Somehow I'm just hoping that she'll make the right choice unlike me that still has no idea who her father is. Well, that doesn't even bother me any more. I'm just so glad that old part of my life is over. Although I still miss someone but...who'm I kidding? I outgrew him. I've got so much things running on my mind. Rosie and Tanya is coming to island and I've got a hotel that about to get out of work. Ali and Lisa is also coming over. They're gonna be Sophie's bridesmaids. I wonder who'll be giving her away since she has no dad around and only me. She surely won't ask me. Although I'm hoping from the bottom of my heart that she'll ask me. It's her choice. She probably knows how my mind is all set on the wedding plans and stuff, so I think she wants to make the pressure less for me by asking Ali and Lisa to help her get ready.

I had to get ready. I put on a white shirt and a dungery with simple shoes, clipped my hair at the top to keep it out of my face. I have to get the floors swept before I go fetch Tanya and Rosie. I walk out to put the broom away but looked surprisingly at the three laughing girls.
"Here comes the bridesmaids." I got their attention. Sophie looked kind of awkward with her hands behind her back.
"Donna." The two girls greeted me. I gave each a kiss next to their cheeks.
"Stop growing." I begged with laughter looking at the smiling faces. "Sounds like you're having fun already."
"Oh yeah we are."
"I use to have fun." I snapped my fingers turning around to walk back into the hotel but froze looking at the girls in horror when one of the girls replied with, "oh we know."
I give them an odd look before deciding to forget about it. I walk back into the hotel not helping to wonder what they meant. What exactly do they know about my type of fun? I walk to the counter grabbing my hat and my keys heading out again.

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