j'adore Paris (completed)

Chapter 2, day 2

Sorry, I'm really rushing this story because I really want to move on to write other things that are bigger and more meaningful. I am so sorry, I am in total writers block and this was the best I could come up with!!!!

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      I wake up the next morning to the smell of chocolate croissants and pancakes. Today December 26, Christmas, the second day we have been in Paris is the day we go bridesmaids' dress shopping and I am one of the bridesmaids, yay, not. I run down the huge circular staircase and run to the dining table where everyone is sitting, eating breakfast. I go hug my uncles, aunts, cousins and parents and I say Salut and merry Christmas to them. "Why didn't you take cousin Vichy to the party last night?" my mom asks accusingly. My cousin Vichy was always nice to me in front of my parents but alone she was always very mean and evil. "What party?" I accuse smirking. "Don't lie to me Sia" my mom says, a little angry. She uses my childhood nickname which I tell everyone to call me. "Oh, that party, she was sleeping and it was a bore anyways" I whisper trying to fix the situation.  "I expect you to take her next time" my mom says all calmed down now. "I have a surprise for you Anne" Flora says using my other nickname. "When we go bridesmaid dress shopping today, you're going to see someone you know very well but have seen in forever" "Come on Flora, you know I love surprises. Tell me who it is, please!!!!!!! Pretty please. You can't hold it in forever" I plead but I know she won't tell me. Cousin Flora is very good at keeping secrets. "You'll just have to find out" she taunts laughing. The reason why I'm not excited to go shopping today is because Flora might be good at the heart but she has the worst taste in clothes. Me on the other hand, I love shopping and am very fashionable, said by many people. I quickly gulp down my chocolate croissant, and hot chocolate, (see a pattern here?), and run back to my room to change. When I get to my room I see Vichy- insert gag and bad word here- crying and looking at a picture of her mom and her when she was five, before her mom passed away from cancer. I feel like I've intruded and quickly back track my steps, hoping Vichy didn't notice me. But, as always, I'm not as sneaky as I think, so I'm not surprised, when Vichy says "you can come in now" When I re-enter the room again I see that Vichy has hidden the photo somewhere, and is sleeping on her bed iPod on full blast, either ignoring or taunting me like she had always, since we were six. Now, I know what you all are thinking, Anastasia, why are you saying all this stuff about this sweet, sad girl whose mom died. Well, let me tell you, in my defense, that she has been making my life, a bad place to be since the year 2000. You weren't there when she cut my hair in my sleep, so it looked like I was a very girly looking boy. You weren't there when she stole all my Barbie dolls and put marker on their faces, trying to make them look "prettier", no you weren't, believe me, I would've seen you. I sneak up to her, pull out her ear bud and shout in her ear "Vic, we're leaving soon!" she presses stop and grumbles "okay! You didn't have to disturb me to tell me that, any smart person knows that, besides, it's not like you can leave without me" Being Flora's sister, Vichy got to be the maid of honor. I roll my eyes as she got back to do what she was doing before, I shouldn't even have tried. I quickly shower and change into jeans and a pretty, sequined, long- sleeved, blue V-neck top. I blow dry my hair and head downstairs to see Flora and the other brides mates already waiting downstairs, dressed and ready.  "Where's Vichy?" Flora asks "don't get your panties in a bunch, I'm coming" Vichy' annoyed voice shouts from upstairs. We all wait on the couch, as the minutes flew by, I wondered what Vichy was doing up there. Fifteen minutes later she comes downstairs, and we leave. Because of my eye for fashion, I was kind of the group's fashion consultant. The color scheme was ice blue and silver, and the theme was of course- a night in Paris. We went to many Parisian boutiques, and let me just say that, unlike the many wedding stories you've heard, our brides mate gowns were gorgeous (thanks to moi- see another French word!) I will spare you the detail until the part with the wedding (evil, aren't I) after the shopping, Flora dragged us to a quaint little cafe that was supposedly the perfect end to our day. The cafe was pretty, and I was really tired, and hungry. So, when we walked in I didn't even bother to look at our surroundings, I just plopped in a chair and shouted "waiter!" When the waiter turned around, we both gasped in surprise "you!" we both shouted at the same time. Flora looked confused, "you know each other?' she asked.  "He was the guy from the party, I mean party, there was no party, okay, and I should just shut up now" I mumbled, half- talking to myself. But, it was too late, "you went to a party!" Vichy gasped an evil look in her eyes. She was probably plotting in her mind, how to get revenge for me not taking her, see, Vichy loved parties, even when she was three. " I guess I should introduce you now"" flora said, "Introducing.... Jacques" flora said an Emcee like tone. When she saw our looks of complete confusion flora explained "your childhood best friend, your neighbor, Sia, don't you remember him?" "That Jacques?" I asked, "oh my gosh, you look completely different!" I exclaimed. "People tend to look different when they grow up, you know" Vichy says, treating me like I'm dumb. When we moved, I tried to completely forget Paris. It was a really painful move, besides; I was probably the most forgetful person here. It slowly came back to me, Jacques and me making mud pies in our birthday suit when I was 3, us swimming together in our neighbor's swimming pool when I was 5 and us sneaking chocolate into my room when I was 4. We used to think of ourselves as little delinquents and gosh we used to be chubby. I just couldn't wrap my mind around it, little chubby Jacques who I used to call hawks because I couldn't say his name, all grown up. "Gosh hawks where did all the fat go" I exclaimed laughing. "I could say the same to you Sia" he said grinning. I ran up and hugged him and just like that I had my best friend back.  Then we went home and opened Christmas presents.