The Glam Collection [breast expansion]

Always the Bridesmaid

For a moment no one talked at the dinner table. Kelsey leapt at the silence.

"So," she started. "I won't be around soon."

"Oh, are you leaving?" Her mother asked, helping herself to the mashed potatoes.

"Not just yet. But by July I'll be in Chicago."

No one spoke, but now all eyes were on her. Kelsey grinned proudly.

"That's so far," Jenna commented. Her sister was picking at her food again.

"Well, I've got to do what makes my new promotion happy."

"Promotion?" Her mother noticed.

"Oh, Kells, that's amazing!" exclaimed Auntie May. She got up and rounded the table, and clasped Kelsey to her soft bosom. Her mother smiled.

"That's great, honey. Do you want some of these?" She pushed over the dish of baked chicken, to which Kelsey happily helped herself—

"Oh Kells, you did it!" Jenna cried, also coming at her with a hug. "I feel like my good news should wait now!"

"What?" her mother looked up. "Jen?"

Kelsey glared at her sister.

"Oh, I wanted to wait till I'd finished my food," Jenna simpered oh-so-modestly. "But Freddie proposed last night."

The room stopped entirely. Auntie May looked at Jenna with a hand over her mouth as she thrust out her own hand, which somehow the magnificent diamond ring had gone unnoticed by the three of them.

Kelsey was furious. How could she not be? She was three years older than Jenna and yet always felt three measures behind her in everything. At school, at jobs (stupid scholarship) and even when their father passed he had left a bigger share of the money to Jenna for her supplements startup. It took the world for Kelsey not to scream and throw something at her sister's face. She was due on the plane in five months (Jenna and Freddie had moved their wedding date up so there was no way for her to miss it, wasn't it lovely of them) and as the maid of honour, she was certain that she'd never make it there alive.

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The ceremony was starting in two hours. Guests were pouring into the church left and right, and Jenna was red-faced because the florist had sent red roses instead of pink.

"But red means true love," said Stella, one of the bridesmaids. It might've sounded convincing were she not saying it hiding behind a sofa.

"Red doesn't match the theme," Jenna groaned, mascara streaming down her face. Kelsey, applying her lip gloss in the corner, tried not to laugh.

"Now look what you've done!" chided Isa, the makeup artist. "We can't have Hubby seeing that when you walk down the altar. Oh dear."

Jenna threw herself onto the sofa and sobbed.

"Kelsey dear," Isa started gently. "I think I've left my mascara box in the rec room. Can I trouble you—"

"No problem," Kelsey shut her compact. She quite liked Isa. She was a humble, hardworking single mom, and had managed to get permission to bring her little daughter Nadine along for the wedding. She spotted Nadine playing with some of the younger cousins in the rec, having unearthed a pack of Uno from a table.

"Hey kiddo," said Kelsey.

"Kel!" Nadine waved. Several of her kid cousins waved as well. Kelsey felt a surge of hope right then—

"Damn, Kelsey! Is that you??"

Kelsey looked up and gawped. Cousin Rachel, the furthest thing from a kid cousin, was bouncing little Sammy on her lap. That is, if she still had one— Rachel somehow now had breasts the size of watermelons for a chest, which ate a great big portion of her dress. No bra would fit that. Kelsey felt warmth in her face when she realised.