The Best Man's Speech

18: Petals & Herbals

✵ LYRA ✵

Today was the day that my mother has been waiting for all of her life: the day that I can't back out of having to spend a whole day with my sister and her snobby friends that care about their appearance more than anything. Today was the girl's day out... where we all got pampered before the bachlorette party. And honestly, the getting drunk part was all I was looking forward to.

I'd rather re-do yesterday, which involved just me and my sister tasting ice cream, buying food to eat and more than one dress to wear... eventually settling on a simple yet sexy and short black dress for us both to wear. But we did still get ourselves the other dresses we had picked out.

"Get in pairs." My sister instructed, before pulling me to her side. I started to look around, confused since I had no idea what was going on... since I was so stuck in my thought.

"What's going on?" I asked Meia, whispering loud enough for only her to hear.

She chuckled, "Thinking about James again?" She chuckled, not letting me off after yesterday's incident. Apparently my dress being sexier than hers meant that I was trying to impress someone, specifically James... and my denial came in a little too late.

I shook my head before glaring at her to answer my question. Which she did, "Each spa room has space for two people... except one, which can take three. So you and I will be going into one together." She smiled before taking the key to our lockers in our private changing room... where we were meant to change into white towel gowns, so that we could easily take them off and put them on for our own comfort.

I followed my sister into the changing room reserved for the both of us, only to watch her pull out a satin robe, "Seems like they changed it."

"Probably because of all the lawsuits they had to deal with." I joked, making her laugh. "I don't care what the rules are, I am going in there with my bikini on." I knew of the high ratings that this spa had and of how the reviews it got out with were miraculously wonderful... but I still wasn't one to willingly strip in front of just anyone.

"Oh yeah. To do what? Flaunt your body in that lingerie of yours?" My sister joked, rather accusatively. I spun and glared at her, "What?!"

"Calm down. It was a joke." She dismissed casually before freezing and looking at me suspiciously, "You are wearing one, aren't you?"

"Oh shut up." I ignored her, turning around to back her and walk towards the little hole made for us to change in, while being hidden behind a curtain. I slipped out of my plain black jeans and light pink tee, before pulling the knee-length satin robe onto my body, to cover up my body.

"Why are you wearing one?" She asked.

"Why are you?" I smirked while asking, the thin and pink strap of her bra being held in the spotlight as the sleeve to her robe slowly slipped off her shoulder.

"I am engaged, that's why." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Wait, then where did you spend the night?" I randomly asked her, hoping she wasn't staying at my parents place when she was too busy fucking her man.

"I was at a hotel. I would never do that at home. Especially with mom under the same roof as me." She blurted out, making me laugh at the ending of her words.

"Whatever." I replied with, walking us both out and into the rooms with two separate tubs for us to sulk into. Slipping out of my robe, I dipped into the bath in my garments, letting it soak into the water. I was instantly grateful that my lingerie was white and laced, while the paired underwear was made of thick cotton, and wouldn't become transparent while I was in the water.

"I knew you were wearing a lingerie!" She excitedly exclaimed, sipping on her lemon detox drink that she picked up on her way here. She walked towards me and handed me my glass of the same drink, to help us both stay hydrated in the steam room.

"Shut up!" I playfully scolded her, while watching her laugh at the top of her lungs before taking her robe off and slipping into her own tub.

"Pink?" I questioned her choice of lingerie. The clothing was made of the same material as mine: lace and cotton, but expressed in different manners.

"I wore a light pink dress yesterday... and it happens to be the very same one I was wearing a while ago. I didn't exactly have time to change." She explained and I nodded.

"So why are you wearing one?" She asked me, intruding on my personal affairs.

I knew she was great at keeping secrets, despite the occasional blackmail and taunt just to mess with me, afterall she was my only sister, so I decided to tell her, "I was with James last night." My words came out rather quiet than expected, but she heard them.

"I knew there was something between you two!" She sounded happy and excited to hear the news, which was actually now a cause for concern. "So when did it start?" She interrogated.

"The night he dropped me off at mom and dad's." I replied.

"Why did he drop you off there?" She asked me.

"He knew that I had to be home that day... considering the fact that you were coming soon and mom and dad needed help around the giant house... to make it more homely than it has been in years." I plainly explained, not making eye contact with her at all. Instead, I started to wave my hands around in the water, moving the rose petals that floated on the surface of the herbal water.

"Why does he know that?" She questioned.

"I am his PA, remember? We need to know about each other's schedules." I informed her and she nodded.

"Is it just sex between you two?" She questioned, folding her arms over each other as she rested on the walls of the tub and stared at me.

I shook my head, "We're officially dating." I smiled proudly as I answered her.

"From that smile, I can tell that you are indeed in love with him." She chuckled maternally before looking at me, "Does anyone know?"

I shook my head again, "We don't want to tell people just yet, mostly because of mom and your wedding about to be the biggest talk in the media." I smiled to her, trying to push away the envy I felt towards her relationship with Nathan, everyone accepted theirs but I doubt they'd accept ours... since we were meant to be strictly professional.

She sighed sadly before looking up at me, "I hope he loves you the way you love him."

I won't lie, I hope he did too.