Pillow Talk

Chapter 11

"God! I'm exhausted.", Sara huffed, throwing her bags and keys down on the table.

Freya rolled her eyes at her sister, "Well you were the one that insisted on visiting every store in the mall.", she mocked.

Sara gave her a pointed look even though there was no denying it.

As usual Freya was dragged along on Sara's ridiculous shopping escapades that left her wishing she were anywhere else but with her. What was supposed to be the final dress fitting for Sara, turned into a hunt for the perfect wedding gift for Nicolas. It was a sweet gesture but not when you're walking in and out of every store.

The icing on the cake was that Debra joined them and Freya was constantly on edge, watching every move she made and every word she said.

But like everything else Freya did, she bared with the situation for Sara because at the end of the day, her happiness was all that mattered.

Plus she had reasons to smile. Nixon hadn't been far from her mind. Throughout the day she found herself thinking about him and what happened last night. It left an almost rosy tint on her cheeks throughout the day.

"Are you happy with the dress?"

Startled, Freya looked up to find Sara across her in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine. She really needed to stop zoning out.

"I love it. It's absolutely you. Nicolas is not going to know what hit him.", Freya answered truthfully after a moment.

Sara chuckled, "Well I do love hearing how good I look but I was asking if you like your maid of honour dress silly girl."

Mentally facepalming, Freya laughed, "Oh! It's perfect Sara."

"Well its all colour coordinated. Which reminds me that you Miss Freya Lorden will be walking with Nixon. You okay with that?"

The question would've seemed odd to anyone else but Freya understood why her sister was asking her this. Sara knew of Freya's phobia when it came to socializing. How she froze up and found it difficult. If anything she was being a good big sister.

All she could do was nod, watching Sara sip her wine.

"You'll have the rehearsal dinner to practice tomorrow.", Sara said.

Freya was about to bring up Nixon when Sara beat her to speak first.

"I'm going to tell Nicolas."

Frowning at her, Freya asked, "Tell him what?"

"About you. That you're my sister.", Sara declared seriously, "I can't start my marriage with a lie Frey. He needs to know who you really are. And he already adores you. This will just seal your bond with him."

Freya gaped, astonished at what Sara had just said. It made her happy and scared at the same time. Happy that someone else would know just who she was and scared that she'd be rejected like she's always been. That's how screwed up in the head this whole thing had made her. That she was scared of the truth. Despite knowing it was not her fault.

Freya was about to answer when Sara's phone rang interrupting them.

"Hello il mio amor."

It was obviously Nicolas.

Freya watched as her sister tensed up, listening to Nicolas.

"Which hospital? We're leaving now. Okay, I love you Nic."

"What's wrong?", Freya asked as soon as she hung up.

"It's Uncle Thomas, Nic's dad. He was rushed to the hospital. We have to go Frey. I'll phone mom on the way.", Sara sounded frantic, gathering her keys and bag again.