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8

Louna: 

"Are you sure you don't want to be pushed!" I can hear Dan shout after me while I hurry down for the street, past all the big houses with expensive cars fully visible on the driveways. I had been able to get skuts by Dan but I know how he tends to be, he does not find the keys and right up in everything he should take a shower. Fats It is early it is hot and muggy, the morning sun is sharp and I can feel how it takes on my skin without my daily layer of sunscreen. As I run along the streets in the nice neighbourhoods, I can see early risers housewives on jogging and mothers with toddlers running around their feet even though it is still early. One can see how the houses gradually is getting smaller and you end up in my neighbourhood where houses are similar to demolition objects and the streets are filled with broken glass and butts. After running through a dark alley and I already received enough bus whistles for me so I thought about that several times to shout some comment after it but I do not have time, when I reach the entrance to my apartment building, I know that the morning meeting had already Started.

The stairs up to the apartment are slippery under the heels and I'm close to falling backwards several times, when I run up for the Satan's stairs gliding the feeling up for the thighs and I curse myself for having put on me the fucking dress. After I ran five stories I see my now, 108, I fiddling with the keys to find the right. I literally fall into the small space and start to undress me on the way to the room without bothering me to close the front door. When I reach my room I am in my underwear and I throw off my heels somewhere in the room, I'm looking through high after pile of clothes until I find something suitable to wear that can weigh up against that I was late. I throw at me a blue jumpsuit with small deli Kata flowers that I know my mom appreciates after I had on it at an engagement party that went very well, so good that we were recommended to the future bride's best friend who was going to marry this summer it was the wedding we were going to discuss at the meeting. I can already hear her apply voice scold me for coming late which gives me the motivation to run down the stairs and out

onthe street barefoot with my sandals in hand. I stumble across cobblestones while I try to get on my sandals, my toes get caught up in the straps and I get strange glances from the early young children's families who were heading towards the park.

I run along the streets and happened to shove an older lady who screamed incomprehensible things in a language I didn't understand but it was probably not something nice. I have seen the familiar shop window with a mannequin with the most expensive wedding dress we could get hold of the packages wrapped with baby blue wrapping paper around just before I think I'll faint.

Inside the store it is cool and my skin protected from the broiling sun, I expected a scolding as soon as I arrived before the door but to my surprise comes again.

"Mom!" I shout into the apparently empty room. Mom! William! "I try but no one comes, no one screams in response back.

"Mom I..." I begin to cry again but get interrupted by my mother who is a short and slender woman always as neatly dressed and today was no exception, a gray pantsuit, set blond hair and her beloved pearl necklace.

"You don't have to scream the heart, I hear you well and well just like everyone else here does," she said with a made nice voice and a stiff smile, her voice and smile had for those who didn't know her appeared warm and welcoming was just a façade. She put her arm about me while she gave me the evil eye which gave me the shivers. She leathers me into her office where we receive clients, at one side of the table I can see William talking to the clients sitting with his backs to the door he probably pulls some joke which in fact was not at all funny because he gives us a lightened smile when we cow The door.

"Louna you mins Mrs. Little or should I say Mrs. Smith and future Mrs. Lee" said mom with the same sticky smile as before while she leads me towards a chair at the edge of the desk. Mrs. Smith as Hin was now praised mom several times about how successful her wedding had become and how the playing Bree was at getting to experience her very own Natalie Barret wedding. Bree sat at the side of her mother with a smile that one can see is authentic, she seemed to think she had found her true love but it thinks all the young chicks who come here.

"I'm here! I'm here! "it exclaimed when the door hit the office. And I wished that I could say I surprised but it's me not, Ambrose Little stands in the door puffing like that it was he who ran all the way here in his hand he has a greasy paper bag that I suspect comes from the coffee further down the street. Bree turns red in the face of seeing his brother and stands up immediately and stretches himself up in his full length.

"You just couldn't get in time for this, I asked you for one thing! Come on time or do not come at all! "she exclaims before the tears begin to flow down for her rosy cheeks. She settles down on the chair with her hands beaten to her face, her shoulders shake and she trembles. At the door, Ambrose stands as a hardened, why does he do nothing to apologize for being late is no rocket research but perhaps he is one that can not handle emotions, but it is still no excuse. Her sobbing it becomes over time quieter and it is like the time stops until William stretches a handkerchief against the Bee and she gives him a smile.

"I'm sorry. It... It must be the nerves. I just didn't know it would be so hard to marry. " Stakars Little Bee, she thought that a wedding would be simple but she had so wrong and she doesn't even have to do anything she comes to the meeting and it was they after that, she can go back to the spa to cure the stress that accompanies the wedding. She does not in any case have all the work that accompanies a wedding. But it is apparently only me who thinks so for William gave a compassionately smile and mom smiles a warm smile against her such a smile that one normally reserved for a dauguter. 

"There is no danger, the bathroom is at the bottom of the corridor if you want to freshen up" said mom with the same warm smile, such a smile I never received. Bee excuses itself quickly and got up from the chair, on the way through the door she shoves to Ambrose in the chest with the shoulder. Mrs. Smith gives him a tired look before she directed an apologetic smile to her mother, mom smiles at her with a neat business smile and as if they telepathically agreed to an agreement, says mom. "So that he starts immediately works fine".

"Yes it will be excellent or how Ambrose" answers Mrs. Smith and points to the chair next to him. Ambrose looks as lost as I know me but he still sits on the chair at his mother without any complacent smile.

"Well then you can start working now with immediate effect" what came out of my mother's mouth chokade me so I thought I would fall out of the chair but what she says but what comes afterwards is like an excerpt from my worst nightmare. "Louna can help you with what is needed and show you how things are shot here around" what flew out of her lips leaves me speechless she never hires anyone but to have a complete bakrundskoll and never do anything impulsive, normally I had immediately Started to protest but this leaves me utterly speechless. But it seems to have the opposite effect on Ambrose which now has back its smug grin.

"But... But... " I try but can look at my mom's stone hard glance that there is no point to contradict or protest this time, I turn to William for support but are met by his annoying grin. I can never have someone on my page.

Mom clears his throat herself and nods impatiently to me and I come back to reality, Ambrose is already standing up next to his chair seems to wait me so I seem not to have much to choice. I rise up and take up my bag from the floor at my own pace (which is currently Right slowly) before I go to the door and nod to Ambrose to follow me which he to my surprise obediently does.

"Oh and Ambrose! Don't forget your sister decides! Now that I'm going off on my honeymoon. " I don't even have to turn to know that Mrs. Smith directed the last to my mother because I can hear her voice talking about her journey. In the middle of the corridor we meet Bree, who seems to have gathered after her little breakdown though she still had black under her swollen eyes.

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