Pillow Talk

Chapter 15

Disorientated, Nixon stared around him, helplessly taking in the chaos. The ringing sound of gunshots were so vivid that Nixon could still hear it, even now when it had completely seized.

Chairs were overturned, dishwear and cutlery laid broken and strewn everywhere, vases of flowers had suffered the same fate and the lights flickered. Even the wedding cake had toppled over, now a flattened mess of chocolate and strawberries.

His distraught eyes took it all in and it was in that moment that he realised what had actually happened. How he'd come to lay on the floor, how people were screaming and running in fear, only then did his mind register the streaks of red across the room.

Blood.

It was everywhere.

And it was all his fault.

***

2 Hours Earlier

Freya sat across from her sister, smiling in content. As for Sara, she seemed pretty relaxed for a bride that was literally 10 minutes away from the church where she was to become a married woman.

"Okay I want details.", Sara chirped, eyeing Freya suspiciously.

"Huh? What?", Freya looked at her confused.

Sara rolled her eyes, "You and Nixon. Spill.", she commanded, caressing the bouquet of pink proteas bound by a diamante band in her hand.

Freya's eyes widened as her cheeks reddened, "I don't know what you're talking about.", she lied.

The problem was that she could never lie. There was almost always a tell sign. Like right now for example, the blush on her face and the fact that she couldn't make proper eye contact.

"Freya Lorden, don't you lie to me. I've already spoken to Nixon so really there's no point in pretending."

Freya stared at her sister stunned. When had they even had the chance to talk? Nixon hadn't said anything. And then it dawned on her.

Earlier today when Nixon had come to the apartment. Sara and him seemed to be having a conversation before she came down.

"I-I wanted to tell you but I didn't know how.", Freya whispered, looking down at her hands, studying her freshly manicured nails. She didn't particularly like it but Sara had insisted so she agreed to it along with the bridesmaids who were definitely more eager than Freya.

Sara sighed, smiling, "I know. Sometimes you have trouble communicating with us. I know this because I'm your sister and because daddy and my mother have isolated you, making you feel like you have no one. But Frey I've always been here and I want you to feel like you can always talk to me.", Sara spoke sincerely making Freya tear up.

Sara reached across the console of the town car, taking Freya's hand in hers,
"Ti amerò sempre sorellina", she squeezed Freya's hand, her own eyes shining with unshed tears.
(I'll always love you little sister)

"And I'll always love you.", she answered squeezing her sister's hand too.

They felt the car slowing down and Sara's smile widened. The bridesmaid were already at the church. Sara wanted some time for herself before the wedding so she'd requested they travel separately but she'd wanted Freya with her.

Freya watched her sister take a deep breathe, "How do I look?", she asked,  adjusting her veil.

"Like the most stunning bride I've ever seen.", Freya answered truthfully.

Sara was wearing a mermaid style gown, that was ruched at the waist with off shoulder short sleeves. Diamante lined the the top half and back of the dress with gorgeous bead work at the bottom. Sara's hair was up in an elegant bun with tendrils falling around her face. Her make up was light and natural looking. Her lace veil complemented the simplicity of her look and really she did look absolutely stunning.